Yesterday was the first friday night I spent at home. So what am I complaining about? Nothing. I'm just not used to it. Haha. I guess being a tad bit sick does make you not in the mood for a lot of things. Bummer. Plus I can't drink booze, which pisses me off. But I'd rather not start a whole week of meds again. No way. The meds make me sleepy and lazy.
After a humiliating but very fun newbie intitiation (dancing infront of the GM, the owners of the hotel and everyone else), we finally were able to relax and enjoy the party. Free flowing beer, some tequila and various wines were staring me and my tablemates straight in the face. So naturally, we consumed it. Haha. I'm glad the the dancing part is done. Why? The theme was BAGETS. Growing Up by Gary V. Then Take On Me by AHA. Then Rico Mambo. And last but not the least, Careless Whisper. Those were the songs we danced to. Now, everybody knows the newbies. Haha. Fame is good, but when Ate Guard tells you "Uy, ang galing galing mo gumiling ha! Tapos may mga kasayaw pa kayong mga lalaki!", you know that's not the kind of thing you really want to be known for. Haha!
Although I didn't win the best dancer award (criteria: the sluttier the better!), I won in the raffle draw! I won a... STAND FAN! Weee! At least I won something! Oh, and my crush from the Hotel asked me to dance with him. And we did dance through 3 consecutive slow songs. Before, during and after the whole slow dance thing (dance nanaman!), there were quite a number of people staring. Aside from the fact that I was one of the newbies who danced, the guy I was dancing with was one of the most crushable guys in the hotel, if not, the only one. Hahaha! Apparently, a lot of people were counting how many slow songs we'd dance through
Yesterday, together with my family, I attended my cousin Paolo's wedding. He married Anna (who is now our cousin-in-law), his bestfriend from Ateneo Law School. He's actually the first one in my mother's side to get married, and well, it was a wonderful thing for all of us. Now the next question would be... who's next? Haha. I guess that is one question that is perpetually wedding staple. So we started pointing to one another and laughing. And then the question came, are Kaye ad Cris getting married? I smiled. I don't normally tell people my sister's engaged (like a privacy policy hahaha), but they were my cousins, so I did tell them that Kaye and Cris were engaged since june. They were like, are you joking me? I said no. They are. But of course, Cris is in the states pursuing his MBA, and Kaye is here. So maybe next year? Or when Cris finishes. Back to Paolo and Anna, they had their reception at Mango Farm in Antipolo, and it was a very beautiful place. Of course, there were a lot of well placed mango trees, and they were draped with lights and it just made the whole ambiance of the place romantic.
Ironically, I found myself, extremely happy about the marriage of my cousin, and at the same time a bit confused about my own lovelife, so to speak. I wasn't feeling it anymore. Either that or am being a drama queen again. Haha. I'm not really used to being extremely patient regarding certain things, but this one, the more I am becoming patient, the more I am losing whatever is in me. It's unlike me. It feels a bit weird. Anyhoot, we'll just how this part of the story goes.
And another bit, after watching the golden compass with him and getting something to eat (again!), and while waiting to get home, I actually mentioned that it was going to be the start of simbang gabi tomorrow to him. I don't think I saw or heard any meaningful reaction from him. Ohhhkay. Gawd, unromantic. Doogsh. But anyhoot, ditch that idea I guess. Wait, am guessing that is what is triggering this. Possibly. But for the mean time, I think I'd just want to let things be for now.
I think, if you're a drinker, you're bound to gravitate (even if you don't know it) to other drinkers. It's amazing really, what alcohol does to people. First, the interest in drinking sparks instant bonding. Then when drinkydrinky time comes, I mean, beer to me is almost like coffee, you can talk about your whole life, your past, your present, shitty times, interesting moments, while drinking it. (But of course, coffee is coffee... and I still love my coffee)
Last night, Andrea and I drank at Don at Tebans, my favorite drinking place (location, location, location!). Andrea's from the front office, and the only reason I got to drink with her one on one was because Genee apparently couldn't make it yesterday, since it was of course a spur of the moment thing. What can I say, drinking knows no time and date. It just happens. Like spontaneous combustion. Haha. So, we bonded, we talked about ourselves, and I guess it's always a lot of fun when you get to know somebody new. The night proved to be an interesting one, as I was just doing away with my beers, quicker than usual, in fact, I was about 1 or 2 beers ahead of Andrea. Weeee. Jedhonx joined us for dinner, couldn't drink beer because he was sick, so he stuck to dinner instead. Oh, and iced tea. Hehe. I had been eyeing that montecristo sandwhich for awhile and finally decided to order it. Visually, on the menu, it looked great. And infront of us, it was mighty fine! Haha. We thought the sauce that accompanied it was catsup, but no! It was something sweet... and when I dipped my french fry in it, I was like, bleh. Andrea said it was strawberry jam. And it was. I just realized that the strawberry jam and montecristo sandwhich complement one another, the french fries though will still be better off paired with catsup. Hehe.
Even after we exited Don and Teban's, our conversation continued until Andrea got a ride home, haha. I think I shall drink with her again! Hehe. She has so many stories, and it's pretty interesting. We didn't like go like, so, what's your fave color? How many siblings do you have? What do your parents do? We just exchanged stories and we picked up bits and pieces about one another, which was so much easier and less awkward actually. =)
Now, I am craving a montecristo with strawberry jam, and of course, a bottle of beer.
BER months suck unless you have somebody to keep you warm. Either that or you have a cup of toffee nut latte to keep you warm. So anyway, I have both so am not really ranting about anything. Haha. I committed my second office blooper this morning. I blame it on the fact that I had ZERO caffeine in my system, and it was deng cold in the office. So somebody calls and asks to speak to Liz, naturally I asked who the caller was, I heard Hindy Claro. SO I was like, "Please hold on," then I press on the plunger lightly and say to Liz, "Hindy Claro, from DILG". She was like, "Huh? Are you serious?", I was like , "shet, oo nga noh, was I duped? Haha", so I transferred the call to her and after her conversation with HINDY CLARO, she said, "Kara, Lyn de Claro". Hahaha! As Genee says, "Litse naman."
Anyhoot, for the past few days, my officemates Liz, Genee, and Ms. Jas (the boss) have been taking advantage of the starbucks anniv promo, 2 stickers for your promo card for every drink purchased. Lisette, with my help, already claimed her planner (and I was the official photog for that exciting moment)and Genee has like 5 more stickers to go. Ms. Jas just started last tuesday. So she has 6 stickers so far. When we got back from Starbucks, and we already mixed our coffees to suit our taste, Genee made an observation. She was like, "You know Kara, this is how you drink your coffee." And I was like, huh? Really? Di kaya. And then I took a sip of my coffee and lo and behold, Genee was right. Haha! And then we started observing each other and how we drank our coffee, but naturally it stopped with Lisette because we didn't really want to go up to Ms. Jas and observe her way of drinking coffee up-close. Genee was like, "why do you drink your coffee that way?", I paused for a bit and thought, well, I like the taste of coffee. I like the taste of toffee nut, and I'd just like to see if anything has changed since the last time I tasted it, of course, nothng should, but am just really keen on the way my coffee tastes. Oh, and we decided to go to starbucks at Imperial Palace Suites since I get my coffee from there most of the time, and of course, one of the baristas there knows me. I should ask his name though, kinda seems impolite not to know right? And it's been like three weeks already. Hmm. Who knows, maybe I'll get discounts or something hahaha.
I'm going back to work, that is if I have any left. My hands are already numb from the cold, so I will get back to my toffee nut latte, since the other one isn't here to do the same thing. Hehe.
My monday wasn't so pleasant. I was sick, I was moody, I was... I was just not my usual self. I guess once the magic of the whole fun-filled weekend faded away (read: My parents vacationed in Macau without us kids... hahah), I was doomed. Back to the reality of work life, which I wasn't really up for. Thank gawd I took a half-day to go with the driver to pick my 'rents up at the airport, okay, okay, I'm after the duty-free bit, sorta. So before that, while at work, I convinced Lisette that we shold go to Starbucks because I needed coffee, and she mentioned that she needed to go to Metrobank, which is conveniently located beside starbucks. So, after gloating about the one sticker I needed to get my planner, we finally went to starbucks. Ahh. The taste of toffee nut is just bliss. Plus the fact that I got my planner. Ohoh, and also, I got a machine-generated complimentary drink from Starbucks too! I was sensing that my day was getting better already.
Okay, so this week, I took two half-day leaves... it was a bit of a crappy monday to thursday because I was sick, as in sick. Hmm.. and Jed didn't bring me starbucks. Haha. Kidding.
Hair check. Face check. No one. Ugly. Allowed. Welcome to Fiamma!
Bottom's Up '07 hosted by the UP Travel Society was last saturday. It was a reunion of sorts, reunion with the org, orgmates, ait friends, and of course, the party scene. Free flowing beer and unlimited alcopop's. Ohohoh! And some side drinks (parang side dish!), was that pineapple juice and gin? Haha. Am not entirely sure where they got it (c/o of the alumni of course, alam mo naman sila, pag-inom, very resourceful!). Am really glad that Martha dragged me onto the dance floor, just to get me into the groove. I couldn't stand the sight of countless couples grooving (and I mean GROOVING!) on the dancefloor. But since I was there anyway, instead of looking at other couples, okay go! Martha! Let's dance! They played a mix of girls just wanna have fun and I wanna dance with somebody! And a lot of r and b, hiphop songs which I really couldn't dance to heehee. Drewlie just accompanied us to the dance floor but refused to dance (more beer for you!), I think he tiptoed back to the VIP room upstairs with the other alumni. Retouch, btw, is a bit of beesh in the bathroom, their sink is slanted and I witnessed an alumna's (super upper batch I forgot her name) eyeliner just roll down and then poof! Goner! And I think like opaque glass is in, because apparently martha can see like a blurred version of my dress rom outside the cubicle ahahaha!
Oh, and of course, Karamiaw's great escape! I kinda changed my mind about the body shots. One was because I hadn't drank enough, two was because there were a lot of OFFICIAL photogs... and three... (dotdotdot)
So Martha and I just watched the body shots competition, well, first couple palang, wala na! Winner si mother! Hahahaha! Drew and Jane were the first couple... and when they did what they did, I knew they were going to win! I mean, who can beat a lesbian and a gay guy? I mean really? Hehe. Love you guys!!
Ohoh and oh! I got stuck in the freaking parking lot! Somebody parked at my back, and that place was a tow-away zone. So I was like, I can't fucking get out. That place where that car is parked is tow-away zone. Would you happen to have the number of whoever tows away cars in makati??? After my 15 minute bitch fit, the guy finally appeared. And I was like, your car should be towed for parking there. *rawr* I mean, if I had just gotten out a wee bit earlier, maybe somebody wouldn't have slept on me.. hahaha.
Martha slept over and we called it a night. 3.30am.
When you start working, long weekends are very much appreciated. You get to party and drink, bum around for a day catching up on sleep from the drinking spree the night before, do errands and shop, then the last day, family day. I think weekends should be made 4 days a week. Okay fine, 3 days at least. I mean really, 2 days aren't enough. You drink, then the next day just bum, and you practically get nothing much done hahaha.
So lately, given the fact that there is much time to waste, I seem to have a penchant for sudden realizations in the shower. (Is this normal?) It started when I was thinking about my parents 32nd anniv last Oct. 25. I was trying to compute how old they would be when their 50th anniversary comes. So I was like Pop's 58 (Oh gawd! My Pop's is 58!!!!) and then Mom's 57 (Oh gawd! My Mom's 57!!!). So it was then and there I started to panic. A bit. So add 18 years to 58 years, that'd make my Pop 76 years old. (Oh gawd.) So I became more afraid. Being the youngest, I've always been half- dependent on my Parents. And, being the youngest, I am the one most attached to them. So, imagine my horror when I was computing their respective ages by the time their 50th anniv arrives. (Oh gawd.) Time does fly so fast. It's cliche I know but really, 10 years ago I was grade 7. Now, I am freakin' working already. Everything just sorta dawned on me. I started thinking about my life. Maybe I'd quit smoking when I turn 25 years old. I'd turn into a half- vegetarian (can still eat meat once in awhile haha). I'd switch to drinking wine instead of beer. So many things popped into my head. Normally, I wouldn't be afraid of the future. I actually am not. What I'm afraid of is imagining my Parents aging and you know. There. I guess people don't really talk about stuff like that much, but really. Sh!t like that is a bit... oh gawd. Yah. So by the time I got out of the shower, I had freakin' wrinkly granma-ish skin, which made me gasp. Okay Kara, chill pill.
6 Padre Burgos St. No, hindi namin ihahatid si frankie. Hahaha. This year I had to drive my ass to Ayala Heights, and I so dread the traffic, even if we already had our respective gate passes. Surprisingly this year, it was quick. I don't know what it was (maybe my new haircut? Hmm) but all I said was Buds Patajo, my Dad left the gate pass there. Then the guard just nodded and woooosh, off to their house.
Before I delvge into Halloween celeb details, I will first talk about the pre- halloween details. The day before there were rumors flying around in the office that HR was thinking of making the 31st half-day. Hmm. However, 6pm came (aka freedom) but no official announcement so I decided once and for all, if it is not half-day tom, I'm going out for Sales call. So the following day I did, and just as I was relaxing at my Granma's house at West Ave (taking a sales call break), my boss texts that dismissal today will be at 3pm. Weeee! So I decide to head back to the office earlier than usual, and I asked Liz if she wanted to get a haircut at Bench Fix at ABS-CBN, since it was the nearest salon to us (and I wanted to try it out, if it wasn't good, then I'd just switch back to Azta). When we got there, the next available slot was 6pm! That was too late for me because that would mean I'd be finished at around 7pm-ish, which would make me even late-r for the halloween celeb. Plus, they could only accommodate one at a time. So I was like screw this. Can you please call the Bench fix katip branch and ask if they can accommodate me at 5pm. So, they made the reservation for me, and I had to give Liz my best wishes (for her hair and her sanity) and bounce off to Katip. Time check: 4:45 pm. So, I drove faster than usual, in spite of the usual reminscing driving to UP and passing through the campus again. So anyhoot, I got their in the nick of time, plus there was just one parking space left. I just thanked God and muttered to myself, this is so meant to be. Haha. I got there and the service was prompt. The usual shampooBy the time the stylist was cutting my hair
I just knew we had to celebrate october fest. I didn't know where. What time exactly. Or what to drink. All I knew I just wanted to drink and be merry with my friends. Finally, after 2 gruelling hours of waiting for my ride (Morato was freakin' jampacked because of the SMB Octoberfest), I decided to head on to the grocery and buy all the flavors of Alcopop available on the shelf. And when I was paying for 6 bottles of booze, in my oh-so-decent hotel uniform, the guy next in-line kept looking at me, then the booze, then me, then the booze. I'm like thinking "Haven't you ever seen a girl drink before?" Most likely not. Haha.
Jaybs and Drewlie were my companions, we bought like 6 bottles of red horse, the 1 liter ones... then chips... then headed back home to start the drinking. An hour after, Jedhonx arrived. Then Aka. And the pahabols, JP and Simon. We finished all the beer and alcopop that the boys had to buy more booze. Oh well. Haha.
What can I say? The octoberfest my the pool side, with dim lights, and lotsa booze just gave us the right ambiance for initimate conversations, a lot of laughs, special moments and the whatever the hell transpired that evening. Too bad we didn't have like ghost stories though. Haha.
Smitten with an old song, "Excuse my french". My love affair with the song started after I attended Le Club Francais' Le Code de la Mode (Cultural Night) at the Boiler Room, Marikina, last friday. Pretty good event, they were able to get John Robert Powers' models to sashay down the runaway, plus there was free flowing... was that tanduay rum (Hmm..) mixed with fruit punch complete with the promo girls (I settled for good ol' beer). Anyhoot, they asked me to give a speech at the end of the program... would I refuse a stroke for my ego? Hell no. Haha.
Je t'adore, je t'adore
When you walk
Through the door
Voulez-vous, voulez-vous
I wanna be with you
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
You were made for me
I was thinking, it'd be nice if some guy actually gave the song to me, because it combines the very things I love in a song, the beat, lyrics (esp. since there are french words) and the whole feel of it... it's all good. I know it's mushy, nah, rather, very pop-py, but it is so cute!
So anyway, back to recluse not so giddy mode. The evening before, all of a sudden I was hit by some force that just sucked all the air out of me. I wanted to faint there and then. But no! Kara doesn't go down without a fight. The moment passed, but it did leave me a bit, not myself. It was actually more complex than I thought. I assumed I felt like that because I was going to get sick, when all the while, I was already fine when I went out with my officemates earlier in the evening. Then I figured a part of it. I'm getting the freaking jitters! It only means one thing, I am getting too attached. And for a person who hasn't gotten too attached for a long time (for personal reasons may I add), the blow is a bit hard at first. Which explains what I was feeling that night. I'm scared of passing the point of no return. I want to be un-scared but I can't do it myself. If it were up to me, and if I were the old me, I would have just walked away. But I know I can't. I can't explain it, but I know that I can't walk away from where I am now. It feels wonderful, even if does give me the jitters. Maybe sub-consciously, I am actually unprepared for anything serious. Maybe, I'm lost. Maybe I'm stupid. I have to figure everything out, what I want, how I feel, my future... I'm just not used to having my solar system jumbled up by somebody, unless I let them of course.
It is possible that the "tiredness" makes me feel this way. I want to figure stuff out. But I don't know where the hell to begin. Like I said, my solar system is all jumbled up. The sun is no longer in the center of Kara's solar system.
Granpapi's beeday celeb at west ave... I think he had like 5 cakes and 2 bottles of red wine all to himself, care of me and Karlo (demmit! we both gave red wine, BUT, mine was barking lizard, a shiraz red wine, you can't find that anywhere else unless you go to the direct distributor haha!). Lotsa food as usual. Instead of wearing the traditional red shirt, he was sporting a cute shade of yellow on him, spiffy for a 91 year old if you ask me.
Spent the day pondering about age. My cousin Migs is now 1st year high at AHS and is turning 14 tom, it was upon that fact Kaye, my big sis, realized that BAM! She's old already! Hahaha. I was like, oh crap. That makes me old too. No more summers spent immersed in water fights, sleepovers at Panx's house, Manong Tok's ghost stories... they have all been replaced by our Nasugbu, Batangas trip just before school starts (their school starts for that matter...), which is very much an "older" persons thing.
Year after year people get older... but do they get closer to achieving whatever they set out to do? At 23 I can't help but think about my future, what I would like to achieve, places I want to explore... it's a natural thirst for life, so many things, so little time... 23 years is 23 years on this earth evolving into a somebody. Life cycles are crazy really. It limits and pressures you to do stuff since whatever happens, it's bound to happen, there's no stopping it, but then, if only the elixir of life were real, or maybe the fountain of youth, time wouldn't really matter much. There's the mid-life crisis, menopause, old age... that cycle is a natural progression that limits time you spend in a particular phase of your life.
It's so easy to age, sometimes you won't even feel it... but when you see the changes around you, your younger cousins are in high school already, somebody's getting married, landscapes changing... you're bound to notice how you've aged. But then life goes on, the natural cycle continues, and we just get older every year.
Spent most part of the day out of the office. Met up at the Block for lunch before visiting our clients aka sales call-ing. Hehe. Had lunch at Wham burger then settled for coffee at Gonuts Donuts. Kinda sucks when your spending capacity is increased, haha. When we got back to the office, Ms. Jas, our boss, said "Ang lakas ng pang-amoy niyo ha". Apparently, Ma'am Wineth, the Executive Housekeeper, was throwing a merienda beeday bash at the sports bar. Wee! More food! What was good about it, the tv there was so big, and it was an admu-dlsu game being aired. I think it was a replay though. So more food, plus FIC pistachio ice cream... I mean, wouldn't that make anybody's bad day, not so bad? So we were happy and well-fed... did a bit of work before ditching the office, but then... Genee had to joke Mr. Mohnani about giving us some Friday's chicken fingers... no--ooo... I mean... yessss. We happened to pass by Mr. Mohnani who was seated outside the sales office, apparently, he was ordering some food from Friday's. Genee joked about the cajun chicken fingers. He said sure, and we tried so much to politely decline but he wouldn't have it. I guess he was feeling a bit generous today, so good for us. He had actually already ordered the chicken fingers to be brought up to our office even before we accepted his kind gesture. We had to walk back towards our office, and then Mr. Mohnani said that he was rewarding such hard-working and ever-reliable account execs... the praise for our effort was such a nice thing to hear. We said thank you and I pretended to be so touched as to fake a sob, then the learned jokes started coming in and instead, we all just started to laugh. I was the account exec who handled Mr. Mohnani's event at the hotel, which is why he ended up calling me the learned one, he apparently found out that I graduated cum laude. Hehe. Well, what a fruitful day. But I stand corrected by Liz, it was a "food-full" day.
The office has been a tad bit suffocating lately, since our coffee privileges have been taken away (coffee is a privilege, who knew?). Damn Cap'n waiter, jealous of everything everybody else has. Grr. So bye bye hawaiian coffee. Lisette and I have been greatly affected by the lack of coffee in our systems, we've started withdrawal syndrome already, headaches, grumpiness, slight fever... it's really crappy. It started yesterday really, it was such a freakin' crappy day that we couldn't stand being at the office. So what we did to "escape" was we had lunch out and then we visited clients in the area, oh, and then we had coffee at Baang. I have to say the chicken at tropical hot is the bomb. As in. But their coffee.. taste like crappo. After we finished our lunch, ranting sesh began, with of course comments from the GM that our department is spoiled (hope they're not refering to me alone haha). Plus the envious Cap'n waiter (who is chakaaaaa!!!!). And the fact that we are no longer allowed to eat in the office... but then we can't help it sometimes... grr. Thank gawd for the coffee break at baang which momentarily relieved my stress (and lisette's too). The Iced coffee raspberry is a must for coffee drinkers who don't like their coffee concoctions too sweet that you can't taste the freakin' coffee anymore. Yum.
What struck me the most about our conversation wasn't the ranting, it was actually, when Genee and I got up to smoke outside, Lisette laughed and said that if she and genee combined "bisyos", equals me!!! Weeee! I went like, omigawd! Dami ko palang bisyo. Haha. I thought about it a bit, then came to a conclusion... if I quit all my bisyos, mah gawd, I'd have a lot more moolah. But then, it was quickly countered by the other part of me which said... hell no. So here I am, same old, same old.
Eversince septemBER started, it became more difficult for me to get-up in the morning. The mornings are much cooler, but dang, the afternoons are hot, then at night, it rains, kaya pala ako nahirapan bumangon--- may sakit na siguro ako, haha.
Office hours are getting bit duller nowadays, unless of course we do our sales call or client visits, as a group, atleast we get to hang-around places. Like yesterday, we hung-out at Greenhills, oooh, and ate Krispy Kreme donuts. I think I almost died of sugar shock. The donut was excellente, but my gawd, Lisette could've sworn I was getting the chills. Haha. So sweet man.
Back to the Ber months, I wonder if people start to notice their singlehoodedness during the start of the ber months... haha, it's like how many days to christmas?? The thoughts of kissing under the mistletoe floats around the minds of those who are single... that maybe this year, is THE year. Haha.
It's all chillax in the office, since the boss isn't here and it's freakin' 16 degrees most of the time. A cup of hot coco and a good book, you're good to go... might sneak in a little nap later if indeed the boss doesn't arrive. (After 3 minutes!)
My boss is here, I gotta go. Ciao!
Haven't really been feeling myself lately, so I hope this break from work will do the trick. Got a half-day leave today to attend the TS formals at school. The memories! I'm all excited and can't wait for 1 pm to pack up and head out to the once familiar world of school. Of course I had to think of an excuse to get my ass outta work, so I said I needed to sign some financial documents for my past org, so they can finally get the money that's in the savings account. Which is true. So in essence, I didn't really have to make up an excuse. Here I am, just finished up a business order for an event I'm handling on Saturday... after that, freedom! Just sound tripping, all the good vibes are starting to flow back in, weee!
It has been a tradition for the Travel Society Alumni to grace the school grounds for the formal interview of its applicants. This year, it's going to be a bit different. Due to a frat-related death, tighter regulations have been insured for all formal interviews, hence, we are holding it in front of the college. Crap. So much for bringing booze. Bugger!
Anyway, I'm still waiting for Lestowpestow's reply, we're suppose to go to school together, he'll meet me at work, then off we go.
Aside from signing of financial documents, I have to ultimately say hi to Dean Cora Rodriguez, since I didn't see her last time I went to AIT. Of course, I won't miss saying hi to Tony, my fave prof! Hehe.
A good weekend spent. I seriously don't know how Jed does it, but I think he can read minds or something because he certainly can read mine for that matter. I was thinking of drinking, nobody particular in mind, maybe neighbors, maybe UP friends, maybe kasins, and then, somebody read my mind. Somebody sensed I wanted to drink! Voila, Jed texts! Impeccable timing. Anyhoot, we ended up at Cuatro, with a lot of stories to tell, from the weeks gone by, pretty interesting if you ask me, haha. Redhorse was our choice of drink for the night, although the alcopop looked interesting, it looked so artificial. Drewlie follows to Cuatro, and so does Roj. So now we're four. Even invited Marko, my cousin, but alas, he couldn't make it. So when we were finally four, the conversation started to become even more interesting. From Drew's definitions of the types of homosexuals, to poppers, to Jed's love problem, Roj's job hunting. I think Drewlie doesn't believe Roj when he says he doesn't know what poppers are. The way Drew describes it, it has a very interesting effect. Hmm. I think we ended about maybe 3am or 4am... I totally lost track of time, Redhorse had done it's job perfectly. Had to sober up a bit, since I had to drive home, and drop jed off also. I though I was flying home, I think Jed was half-scared for his life haha, I mean, a half-drunk woman driving him home. I was smart enough to set my alarm even before the redhorse kicked in, so I still woke up on time for work, not, however, without a nasty hangover. I couldn't stand it so I popped a biogesic and drank some gatorade... and naturally, I was able to sneak some sleep during work, since it was a saturday and there weren't a lot of inquiries.
After getting rid of my hangover, I decided to go to Bribear's bday/despedida party at around 10pm, and I tagged Ryan along since he came from the Katips area. I didn't know a lot of Bri's friends so I think I wouldn't have attended the party by myself, hehe. It was so freakin' traffic at the ortigas-edsa intersection, grr... stoopit buses blocking the roads! I think it took us one hour to get to Pier 1 -Ortigas, well, we brought Nico home na rin anyway. If it weren't for Nico's funny comments, staying stuck in traffic would be quite an ordeal. Got to the party, I was right, I didn't know anybody but Bri. Talked a bit with Bri, reminded him of my pasalubongs, joking him about harakiri, and why the hell did he want to study again, knowing he wasn't particularly the type of person to do so in the first place. Haha. I think I just downed 4 beers, after that, steady. Ryan, 1 beer. Weee! Haha. He was never a big drinker, but I was still trying to make B.I. him nonetheless. Got home in one piece, but I think Ry was just as scared as Jed the night before, about my driving because he wasn't only in seatbelt, he was holding on to the handle-like thing just above the passenger side window. Extra safety measures.
Twas another good weekend. Weeee!
I don't know what hit me upon waking up this morning. All of a sudden I had the urge to clean up my room, change my bedsheets, fix my clothes, get rid of the dusty curtains... I didn't know what I was feeling. (But I knew for sure that I was thirsty and that I was analyzing some stuff from the previous 2 nights.) So, I just kept tidying up, trying to brush away particular thoughts about a certain somebody.
All of a sudden, I wanted to be a new person, I wanted to change something, something in me. It's like I had an epiphany of some sort. I realized that I wanted to change. Somewhat. I wanted to open myself up again, to feeling, of which most of the time I end up denying, and eventually losing. But I don't know if I'm up for it, as in really up for it. For the first time in a lot of months, I think I'm starting to get the jitters. Well, that's what you get when you try something out of curiosity, thinking that it wouldn't matter anyway, and then it freakin' backfires. I'm not saying it's a bad kinda backfire thing. I tried to pass something out as a casual comment, then the reply I got shockingly made sense. And then, as much as I remain an unassuming person most of the time, it's pretty challenging to remain like that when all the facts are laid out infront of you, right? Haha. All of a sudden I was transported to that day I realized that I think I liked a certain somebody. We were drinking beer, consoling a friend, offering advice--- then it hit me, we agreed on everything. He understood my points, I understood his. We wanted the same things, we believed in the same things. Now that made me think a bit. And then poof!
So this morning, I finally gained my thinking back, since I woke-up with no hang-over, and I think my alcohol level went back to normal. I wonder if it's a good thing though hehe. So am thinking, I want to somehow change my ways, and how I maintain my relationships with guys as purely platonic, most of the time for that matter, part of the reason for my jitters was because this person in my mind, is a pretty good person, and decent person one too, plus he gets along with everybody, one on one inumans never turn out to be boring, and he has a way with words, the kicker is we get each others humor and it's not difficult to turn into my other beesh persona with him. Plus, Drew, in fairness to him, has seen my share of boylets, and only one has ever really made an effort to strike up an interesting conversation with him, hence getting the okay sign from Drewlie.
Anyway, enough for one day. Time to catch up on some much needed sleep.
I do not get why some girls out there use the word bitch to pertain to themselves, without having the necessary attitude to be called one. Do they think it's hot? I mean, if you are a bitch, make sure that you act like one and not use the term just so you can be "hot"/"in"/"cool". And, it has to be bestowed upon you by people who think you are one. It is not a self-proclaimed title. It is earned.
Case and point: A person who I knew from college keeps referring to herself as a bitch, I choose not to include exact phrases here because that person might see it. In college, we started being beeshes because we were. This girl was a sweetie type, ribbons on her head, always girly... And now, when we left, there was a freakin' new breed left a the tambayan. She's a bitch-wannabe. I mean, appearance alone won't merit the title. Let alone her facial expressions. Even in the way she talks, man, not even an ounce a bitch.
Okay, I admit I'm bored. I miss my beesh. I miss bitchin' with her, bitchin' about girls like her, who are bitch-wannabes.
