I
think we’d all agree that we go through life learning a lot of nifty
things.Like the other day for instance, I had some sort of refresher
course with “Murphy’s law.”I absolutely hate cleaning my car, and the
rare occasions that I do, something almost always goes wrong.Either
some neighborhood kid with artistic bouts decides that writing “JAY-JAY
2005” in big, jagged letters using green Crayola would look funky on my
red Civic; or a bird finds it funny to decorate my windshield with a
splat or two of a white, grainy substance an hour after I clean it.The
other day, however, it was Mother Nature’s turn to piss on me and my
car.It wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t halfway applying wax on the damn
thing.

You’d
think that after so many times that this has happened to me I’d just
stop cleaning my car altogether and just bring it to the car wash but
no sir!I keep on doing it; maybe because it satisfies my self
actualization need.After all, nothing beats rolling down the street
with a gleaming, squeaky clean, big, mean, red machine knowing you
cleaned it—and that’s saying something considering that I live in a
country that’s steadily becoming known for cheap labor.For a measly
$0.90, you could have a platoon of minimum wagers pile up over your car
and buff it up to a shimmer you never thought possible.

Or
maybe the self actualization bit is bullshit. Maybe I just don’t like
the stink of them car washer’s wet jeans to cause my upholstery to
permanently reek.Wet, improperly dried maong has this weird repulsive stench if you don’t know already.In Ilocos we call that stench umok. But I digress.

I
have a point somewhere within the last three paragraphs but I lost it.
I think what I’m trying to drive at is that if I only respected
“Murphy’s law” more; maybe I wouldn’t be doomed to make the same
mistakes over and over again.

But
I’m stupid like that and Murphy, whoever he is, hates my guts.In fact
if Murphy was a real person he’d probably punch my face in, make me
bite the curb and kick the shit out of me.

The
very same principle is applicable to drinking sessions with my friends
Mark Garcia and Nisha Solomon; I know that whenever I get sloshed with
them, I end up doing the most stupid of things—like giving my phone
away, lying in the middle of a street almost ending up doing time for
indecent exposure or in this case—sleeping with Nisha?Let’s hope not…