Book Worm Mode and Then Some

Started reading my first Nick Hornby novel. I got curious by all the reviews so I decided to purchase it along with Sophie Kinsella's (a long time favorite) latest. 

Since I think I've only heard of him vaguely and in passing and I couldn't even remember when and where, the spectacular reviews were what made me do it.

I'm looking forward to spending the next day or two reading about what he's gonna tell. So far, page one had me chuckling already (while I was waiting in a 48-year-long line for a cab after shopping for refrigerator, beer and household cleaning stools at SM). Got the feeling this might be some kind of dark comedy (yeah! I got that from page 1!), which I'm mostly not a fan of.

But I don't care. It was LOL at page 2 and 3, before I placed it down for some Sunday night booze and movie marathon.

One has to have time management for all the good stuff.

Strange Sunday Brunch

It ain't bad. Just strange. Because it's so normal for me to have some sort of hang-over on Sunday mornings. Today, I woke up feeling like an egg yolk. So I ate this feeling for brunch. 

And rewarded myself with my favorite bacon, Swiss Gourmet Smoked. It doesn't have maple or honey and it's not overly salty. For some, it lacks the essentials of bacon but I love it. Sooo like me right now, I don't have the essentials of being me on a Sunday. I lack booze in my blood stream and I don't have a hang-over. Strange, but I love myself all the same!

Sleeping with Sober

And so the strangeness in my life is seemingly becoming a saga. Today, I woke up feeling strange. And then it hit me: Last night, I absolutely had zero percent alcohol intake. On a Saturday night. I don't think I've ever done this for the past million Saturdays of my grown-up life and my previous grown-up lives. I felt like 5 again last night: sipping a very comforting cup of hot chocolate at home. 

A five year old listening to Erotic Lounge. 

Ok, so I was just a normal grown up opting not to get hammered on a weekend.

The Unexpected Feeling

I think my system has not yet gotten used to the fact that I'm on vacation with no strings attached.

Since June, when I was informed that the company was closing, I've been looking forward to these worry-free moments.

And now it's just so strange. But it's the not-so-bad-strange type of feeling. Still, I wanna get rid of all the strangeness.


Maybe I was so used to the idea that: even when I'm skipping work or calling in sick and just staying happily at home or drinking in a bar at 2PM, I know there are still tasks to do, phone calls to make, emails to reply to, decisions to be made, all waiting for me when I get back.

Now there's nothing waiting for me. And still the sense of urgency persists.

Unexpected feelings always make me chaotic and twirly.

I Don't Miss My Desk

Not at all. But I wanted to take it home. Then somebody else bought it. And over the weekend I forgot all about my desk. Zilch. 

It feels so strange to be at home on a Monday. Knowing that there are no responsibilities waiting for me on my office desk. Because there is no more office desk. And there is no more office.

I guess calling in sick in order to stay at home on a Monday is different than being unemployed and staying at home on a Monday. The first is just a wee bit more naughty, hence, fun.

This is the first time I've been unemployed in 10 years. It's soo relaxing and yet there's a force within that's urging me to do something productive. And I thought I already wanted to retire and do nothing. 

The Ant Bully/ FB Impostor

Ok. So I'm crushing down and annihilating the resident red ants who seem to be drawn by the creme de menthe/brandy cocktail that I'm guzzling. The good thing is, I don't mind (that they want my cocktail or my crumbs or the leftovers even. I want to share the spills and leftovers!). The bad thing is that they are biting me while I'm peacefully getting drunk and watching the late night news! And I have no choice but to kill them using my thumb and forefinger while they're fearlessly nibbling at my thigh. It's like an EDSA uprising right around my left leg, but I'm not in the mood for People, or should I say, Ant Power. C'mon! What have I done wrong? But killing them is making me feel like the mastermind of the Holocaust. (This is why I wish I hadn't bothered to see Ant Bully). :(

On another note and forgetting I'm masterminding the Holocaust of Red Ants, I arrived home tonight, turned on the laptop and out of habit, pulled up Firefox, only to see that the saved tab that popped out was my sister's logged on FB page. (SHE FORGOT TO LOG OUT!) And, being the good sister that I am (HAHAHAHAH!), just couldn't resist: I posted something on her account's wall, something that sounds like: My sister (tag)Celeste Opolentisima, is the coolest human being on earth!

Imagine my surprise when 4 friends of hers liked it and one friend commented "no doubt!".

Ahahahaha! I love you guys!!!

But my conscience won over the overwhelmingly flattered-type of feelings I was experiencing and I had to call her around midnight just to tell her what I did to her FB account PLUS! the great response from some of her FB friends.

We laughed and laughed and laughed. She wasn't mad. Why would she be? At least I did not announce to the whole world she was a transvestite, right?  Which is sooo not true and downright mean. At least my pretending-to-be-her post had some truth in it. Why else would her friends like it? Hahahahha!

But no doubt she will learn to log out of FB the next time she uses my lappy. Just like she has learned to wear closed shoes during wash days at USC. I will share the shoe-story to those who are clueless the next time I'm in the mood. HAHAHAHAHA!

I love you Monlat!!! You are such a super2x, gorgeous sister!

Oath to a Weekend Extension

I promise not to sit on my butt all day just so I can complete all levels of a time management game.

I promise to clean the house, do the dishes and maybe a bit of laundry too.

I promise to segregate my make-up and give to Lovely all that I don't need and to throw away unused lipsticks and eyeshadow which I have kept for the past 5 years.

I promise to dance, dance, dance via dance revo with disco inferno on the side.

I promise to watch the pilot episode of Magkaribal. Hahaha!

I promise not to avoid thinking about what needs to be thought about and just go with the flow. And sing those Sex God songs.

I promise myself a cheerful day and a hedonistic night. 

But I'm still confused as to what time I should start to booze.

No Maid, All Maids

So, I successfully hosted two parties by myself at the brothel. Now that I'm in my own place, I thought it's gonna be tiring to try to be a good hostess. But as it turns out, I'm still soo not. Which means, I had so much fun.

Somebody peeled all the shrimps, somebody poured the beers, somebody mixed the cocktails, somebody took the trash, somebody brought the ice, somebody bought the beer, somebody ordered pizza, somebody provided dinner, somebody carried the cooler.

Of course, aside from making that cheesy, beefy dip, I'm also stuck with cleaning the brothel and doing the dishes. But I'm not complaining. Due to bad hostess-type attitude, my parties rocked! \m/

Cleaning Lady

Cleaning Lady

Sweeping out the remnants of yesterday's chaos and getting ready for another one at 3PM. Happy times, happy times although I think it's not for everyone. And I'll leave it at that.

Sometimes the ants are so stupid. They feast on spills and flavorful stains and completely ignore an open  bag of chips right there on the floor.

Yes, I enjoyed the girl talk with bestie Astrid last night. It's been too long since I had one that I really enjoyed. It's mostly guy talk that I deal with but I can't say I'll ever tire of that. Although there was one time at dinner when I wanted to bail because they started talking about the sizes of their appendages and this other guy told us outright the accurate measurement of his. Interesting conversation there, I wouldn't trade it for the world, but, good grief!