AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

This is prolly why manwhore and I never travel together other than the usual weekend mini breaks within Cebu.

Domestic God asks me: So which shoes are you taking?

Me: They're ready. Over there. One havs high, one havs flat and the killer brown strappy f-me platforms.

DG: Are you sure?

Me and annoyed: Yes. Why, are you planning to bring 10 pairs of footwear.

DG, mockingly opening his eyes wide and mockingly saying: Yeeeeeeeessssssss

Me and inside my head only: We're only staying there for 6 freakin' days, why would I need all my shoes?!?

So I just rolled my eyes.

And then:

DG: What about this brown shawl?

Me and inside my head only: You're fuckin' kidding right! You already packed my other brown shawl earlier!

So I just stared at him until he went back to going over my closet.

And a few seconds ago...

DG: So you don't want to bring along another havs high? The one with the silver strap.

Me and resigned to the way things are going: Ok, whatever. (I just want to forget about this whole packing thing (literally if spelled and/or pronounced in some other way) and just purchase what I miss. Hey, we're going to Manila, not the wilderness)

And then after a few moments, I saw him putting into the pink suitcase a bathing suit that barely cover my under parts.

WTF!!!!!! Is he planning to sell me to an international prostitution ring or something?? Hahahahahaha!!!

No, You don't Know,but these ain't Secrets

Two things most people don't know:

1. I have two years' worth of unpublished photos from parties and night-outs. And until this month, I'm out a max of 4x a week! I prolly have pictures of you that you haven't seen!

2. This Manila trip is my first PLANNED trip outside Cebu with the manwhore/adam/domestic god/cap. And we've been together for more than 12 fuckin' years! To think, we even met and hooked up in Bicol. So hey, I'm wrong. We had a first. (That's why I added the word "planned" in all caps up there, first sentence).

Anyhoooo, he's been ooooooooooooll over the Philippines: from the tips of Luzon and all the way to the remote areas of Mindanao. And I've been to places in the 3 major islands as well, and even went as far as Thailand, Europe and Singapore!

But we've conquered Cebu like the Spaniards conquered the Philippines, so it's all good. We'll go from here. :)

3. I suck at packing and usually throw everything inside my suitcase, it ends up so turbulent. But the domestic god seems to really like it. (The packing, not the turbulent-type thing) How do I know? He always nags at me to start packing whenever I have a trip planned. Plus now, I've piled my travel stuff on the bed so I can just haul them all at once into my gorgeous pink suitcase. But then, I can see him right now folding each item carefully, adding some tops or accessory from my closet which he recalled looked good with a particular shawl or tights.

Refried Brains

Ok, so for the last two years, I haven't been writing for a living. I missed it but I had a full time job doing stuff that was very remotely related to the writing industry. And I didn't want to ruin my R&R or social life by accepting freelance work so professional writing was thereby shelved.

And now all of a sudden, I volunteered to write five articles in a span of 8 hours. My new boss sounded amazed when I said I could do 5. And his requirements were not the usual rewritten, low-quality stuff circulating the web, but full-on, well-researched articles with snippets of quotes and real-life humor. And it seems my brains are still sizzling from the effort. This better be worth it coz tonight, I gave up a very important aspect of my being. The Tuesday Group. Good thing we can still do it on a Thursday. Or do it by myself, like a Tuesday Solo.

Yeah, I'm gonna. Right now.

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Home-based Thing

Seriously starting to love this work at home thing. I can take power naps whenever I'm drowsy. Like right now. So I'm having a glass of Tequila Rose to wake me up. The downside is there's nobody to talk out loud to. Good thing chatting with people over Skype and YM about funny stuff can still make me go LOL. And there's nobody close enough to disturb when I have my diva moments. Which is all the time. 

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On the Way Home

So, I got totally hammered last night. 5 orgamsic bottles of red horse stallion in the span of 2 hours at TGI Friday's for Tuesday Group. So don't ask me why I was totally intoxicated.

Resulting in me spilling my personal stuff to the elderly, nice cab driver on the way home. I'm so used to be the sullen-silent type during cab rides, drunk or not. Coz I don't want to act all chummy so one can take advantage of it and ask for an additional twenty during pay-out. But he started it. And he wasn't drunk. What's his excuse? He reminded me of my 2 grandpas. 

So now he knows how many we are in the family, why I decided to move out and be on my own and even my personal opinions about Pnoy's taste for younger women and why the road to my apartment isn't all bumpy and muddy anymore. 

But I'm not a celebrity and I don't have deep dark secrets, so no harm done.