Me-time Discovery

So I spent my afternoon at the Designated Smoking Area of TGI Friday's, where during  the next 4 hours I was sipping the most orgasmic Mojito by far in the city (having surpassed my own concoction), nibbling on chicken quesadilla, smoking and reading. I really wanted to do all of these al fresco, just like all my previous visits, but it was drizzling a bit outside. So indoors it was. 

Then I realized that I was the only girl in a room filled with foreign men. Had it not been for the book and my shawl covering my golden globes, some of them would have prolly thought I was the Whore of Babylon. Whatever.

Anyhoo, the quesadilla, the mojito, the beer, the service, everything in there was impeccable. The Designated Smoking Area of TGI Friday's is now another favorite place to hang out with my self, next to East West IT 2nd floor smoking area. Yipeeee!  

Sense of Direction

Wandering aimlessly in ayala, with the newly-purchased The Lost Symbol in my purse, confused as to where the best place would be to start reading. Some place where sodexo was accepted. And where the JUDGMENTAL won't find me to make undesirable conversation. While I wait for the crazy sibs to meet me and visit Lola B at the hospital.

I passed by Forme, a plus-sized shop and could not help but notice that I used to be slimmer than their mannequins. Haha.

Went to apple store to check out the new iPod Touch. No stocks yet.

Finally, I gave in to the magnetic pull of TGI Friday's Mojito. Classic first and then Apple and nazdrave to my Bulgarian friend Lyubo, who loves the stuff more than I do.

Pee Nuts

Sigh. If only there were trees, bushes, wilderness, forests, etc. near the guard on duty... 

Sometimes I hold my pee until the very last minute because I hate to do the deed in the now common toilets of the office. For one thing, the toilets smell soo funky now that PT's utility personnel are not in charge of sanitation anymore. For another and more importantly, I am scared shit.

It's because there is no security guard manning the toilets and I don't trust the other tenants we are sharing the toilets with. I'm not judging these people by their looks but by the stranger factor. Who knows what he or she is going through on a given work day and suddenly goes ballistic in the vicinity.

What's worse, my access card takes forever to register in order to be granted entry back to the office. So after pee time, I am always frantic: pushing my access card all around the sensor while constantly and fearfully looking over my shoulder or up the unfinished ceiling just in case some psycho suddenly strikes, while my heart is beating a hundred miles a minute.

God, all the suffering I have to go through just to go to the loo.

Monday is Now An Excuse

It used to be that Mondays can totally eat away my happy buzz. I could barely muster up a scrap of motivation to haul myself out of bed at noon and prep for work. I mentally moaned and whined all day long about why my weekend had to end. I go to sleep wrapped in bitter sobriety. (I rarely got hammered on Monday nights unless under very significant circumstance i.e birthday, depressed friend, etc.)

Come Tuesdays, though, I'm usually over the drama. Still, I was already fed up with the recurring negativity that is Monday.

And then a few months ago, I had an epiphany. I can give Monday a make-over!

So, I made my very own Monday Rule. Which is to regard Monday as a weekend-extension. Whether I'm at the warden's lair or out in the world of the free, I vowed to rock Monday like a Friday night, a Saturday or a Sunday. And it totally works. So my new first day of the work week is Tuesday. Which is not Monday. Which is perfect!

My emulate-the-weekend-on-a-Monday activities included:
1. Skipping work and staying at home whole day to do laundry, read a book, listen to music, dance, sleep, drink, sing, etc.

2. Convince the MW to skip work and do one, some or all of the above with me.
3. Skipping work and going to Gerry's Grill and start drinking beer at 2PM.

4. Meet at a bar after work for a few rounds of boozy treats.

5. Party at home after work (i.e. sing, dance, drink, tekken tourney, etc)

Now, I never curse Monday anymore. What's the point? I can't make it illegal, I can't remove it from the calendar, I can't ignore it, I can't fight it.

Bottomline: I made it as an excuse to keep the weekend rockin' for just another day!

What A Vundabar Weekend!

Sunday

Ignored the laundry guiltlessly. But I still woke up early to finish Something Blue, a book which made me a bit teary-eyed. Started drinking Sour Whiskey at 2PM while completing 2nd round of Modern Family's 1st Season. Sucked our cheeks and laughed our heads off 'til midnight and capped another perfect weekend with ice-cold RH. Ooo-la-la.


Saturday Night

No, I wasn't able to headbang my head off to that band doing The Killers covers. I was a bit sick and decided to stay in. But it made no difference at all. My small apartment is a party lair: a dancing den, a karaoke bar, a club, a resto-bar, a concert hall, whatever. So whilst drinking my therapeutic cuba libre, the MW popped in a video of The Killers Live at The Royal Albert Hall. Sure, not the same as the REAL live performance, but it made me unsick and uber-better and a half. Crazier, too. \m/

What The!

OMG! It's soooo unlike me to forget my x-mini and my touch paraphernalia. Instead, I surprisingly realized that I remembered to bring an umbrella! Which for most of my life, is not a necessity at all. What has the world come into? I hope this is just a temporary manifestation of boring grown-uppiness, the kind that I will optionally avoid until I'm 90 above.

Longing For Stuff that Rocks! \m/

I long to go to Prague. And spend a week in Sofia. I long for cockroaches to be instinct. But most of all I long for the all-new iPod touch with 2 of the most awesome features EVER: FaceTime and HD Video Recording. Apple is definitely rockin' it big time. Woohoo. \m/ 

I also long for tomorrow night, where I will literally rock my world. I will go to Handuraw and headbang my head off with that band who's doing The Killers in ways that totally ROCK!

I also long for saku Rock, that bad boy. I wish Tartu was right outside my door.

The Declaration

Today, I declared a holiday for myself. Woot!

But first, I did a bit of grown-up stuff at the bank. Then late lunch at Sunburst, where the MW and I had a chicken wing-fest. Yum.

The MW had to go back to work and I wanted to roam around Ayala, but deemed it too risky and dangerous for my life and well-being. My half-month's earnings are in my purse and I might go a 'lil crazy and spend 'em all on booze, shoes and books. So I decided to go to the bookstore but in total self-control mode and just grabbed these two books that I've wanted to read for a month now. Something Blue and Something Borrowed. And gave my head a virtual pat for not going insane on purchases.

Went home, turned on the AC, curled up with one of the books with my very own compilation of Friday Gold Rush in the background.

And now I'm up and about, multi-tasking: singing to the Killers, playing Diner Dash, blogging and preparing for THE Private Party later and Modern Family marathon. Aaaah, this is life as I know it.