Twilight Zone

The roosters are crowing, the sun is almost rising, the PUJs are on the go and I'm still going hither and thither looking for toilet paper. At quarter to five. Because of course, I gotta pee. 


It's technically 3 days after my birthday, which means the party dust has settled. Or has it? Of course not, coz why else am I still awake at such an ungodly hour? The reason is -- party booze party, of course! And the real reason is:

that wtf moment when you wake up after having had too much to drink that you fell asleep on the couch while watching tv and you can't go back to sleep so you drink some more!


So there. Good morning. I hope i'm not too wtf-upped tomorrow! Coz i have to be productive at work. And i want to be productive with the life partners after! 


So i concluded that if i want my work and my life partners to last forever (life partners are more or less guaranteed though. For work, you just have to get up on time and be productive the rest of the working day.) The good thing about life partners is that you can go out and multiply the fun anytime you're free!


So I don't know what my point is. Helloooo, I'm boozed up so lay off me!


Okay! It's five fuckin' AM!!! Let's make this work!

Booze Seduction

booze will always get in the way of toughness that's why i get mushy.

myself will always get in the way of mushy and everything else that's why i don't care except for those worth caring for.

booze will always get in the way of everything else, therefore making trivial and semi-important stuff ambiguous.

but brains will always get in the way of booze. that's why i'm here where i am right now. booze might kill me someday (i understand the facts that's why i'm where i'm at because i know and i understand) but my brains will make sure i will die happy. :)

by the way, why won't the mouse wheel thingy work on windows 7 sticky notes??

The Black Legionaries

Last night:

Another one of those black ant colony invasions. I don't mind sharing leftover cocktails but to set up camp in the AC and then into the bed... now that's a different story. The captain awesome will destroy you in a bit, small creatures.

But the captain is still amiss. The legion is now divided into cohorts while i'm sipping my minty cocktail and biding my time. They'll never know what hit them when my butt lands on them! Mwahahahahaha!

The Laundry Struggle

Ok. So most of you know that Awesome and I have been officially living together for almost 2 years now. This is different from sneaking around and sleeping about pretending nobody’s seeing stuff or hiding in the bedroom so our fathers won’t see actions that we’ve done for the past 100 years anyway. Judging us for living together?? Oh, go kill yourselves. We’ve been a couple for the past 14 years. We really don’t care if we end up televised while checkin’ in to a sleazy motel. Which we can do… But I won’t due to cockroach fear.

Anyhoo. The reason about this entire clamor is laundry. He does it all the time with or without my share of it. (the clothes share and not me “helping him” share) So all I do is just shrug and take my stuff to a pro. But, there are times (which is most of the time) when he just washes every single thing.

So, sleepless as I am, I decided to be on the occasional domestic goddess mode and wash his stuff. First, I soaked the whites in whiteners. Then I asked him thru text how long the soaking lasts. He replied “usually overnight” That was 6.am ago. Right now is 11.am and I sent him an SMS saying that I’m still awake and should I continue to wash his uniform and hang them to dry?? And the response was “Yehey!” And I was like WTF?????

Subdued Devious Horns

So it’s almost 4.am and I have the most minimal dosage of alcohol ever encountered by a boozy person who likes the booze on a Friday night. Even Friday night is surprised! Because it was one of the rarest encounters by Friday night with me! Just waiting for Awesome to wake up. Gosh, nurses are so grown up when they have work, especially early morn the next day!

And going back to the topic of boozing and alcoholic content, this is MINIMAL for moi, trust me. So minimal that I feel my angelic halo’s soothing warmth that's settling around my unruly curls is penetrating into my brains, telling me to go to sleep coz it’s almost 4.am. The devilish horns are so totally subdued. For the past 4 weeks. I think they're gonna fight back tomorrow. We'll see!

The Lonely Sunday Brunch

It feels so strange to have the house all to myself and the brunch all to myself on a Sunday morning. While I am satisfied with 2 pieces of Hot and Spicy Spam and half a cup of rice, he always wants the full spread. Lechon, kinilaw, beef soup and seaweed one Sunday, home-made grilled pork belly, sinigang soup, veggies and noodles the next and squid, bangus, chorizo and blue marlin two Sundays after and so on. We usually eat leftovers the rest of the week. Hahahaha!

After countless Sunday feasts, today, my 2 pieces of spam were looking rather forlorn on the plate. Of course they still tasted yummy and I enjoyed devouring them while listening to the cheesiest music known to mankind. (I prepare my karaoke list every Sunday with these songs. Because I believe that Karaoke should be all about cheesy, outdated songs that when played in a different place at a different time, would give me the urge to pull my hair out or punch someone)

Anyhoo. Lonely weekend meals. The downside of living with someone whose profession calls for weekend work every now and then. At least I have the handymen fixing the neighbors’ rooftop for company. I can see them through the window over the sink. And they can see me. That’s why I am fully clothed.

Of Saturday And Sobriety

Last night was utterly unbelievable.

I did not have any booze at all, not even a single drop of it. And I hit the sack at around 8PM.

8PM!!!

Now, talking to my reflection in the laptop: Where is that crazy/boozy girl called Celeste and what have you done to her?

Slept at 8PM! With no booze! On a Saturday night! Can you believe that???

Okay, moving on.

The Body Slam Rehearsal

It's been a long time since we did the slamming in Ayala, SM, church (hahaha) etc.)

So, tonight, I came up with this plot point to realistically rehearse the body slam: We are in a grocery (Metro Ayala or SnR) and then we found something, whatever, that we've been looking for. And I say:

Van: Wow!

Me: Van, look!!!

Me: Terrific! Body slam!!!

And then he slammed into me and I stumbleD!!

Me: Hey! Don't be rough! I may be fat but you're stronger than me!

So we slammed once again. And it was perfect!

Epilogue:

Then he lay down on the bed. Maybe to rest. And I pretended to dive down into him (but with no intention) Because it was just "pretend" right? But he swerved sideways! And I was still on my feet. (coz it was pretend) this is my reaction: ????????: And he simply said, "KAYATA! what if a 10 story building was falling fast on you? you'd react the same way right??"

like i was gonna land on him like a pile of rocks. i went all huffy and then there was him tickling me and suggesting that i drink more booze. hahaha! all is well. i love myself. hahahaha. i love awesome more! with him, i NEVER long and i never ask! ;-)

Of Heavy Rains and Torrential Blessings

I’m blessed with a family who can laugh then cry in an instant or do both at the same time.

I’m blessed with life partners who are always there ASAP, in kindness and in presence, with or without me asking, to make me laugh and to make me feel certain that there will never be a lonely day, ever, no matter what.

I’m blessed that my dad, my mom, my siblings and I have about forty-six thousand friends combined, who flooded the household because of the rain.

I'm blessed with a boss who believes in respite with pay. :)

I’m blessed with relatives whose loving words from across the miles or their mere presence alone, settle like a comforting blanket, if not for everyone then for someone, and there's always someone.

I’m blessed that I have 3 living rooms of solace, and 4 bedrooms for drunken, dreamless or weepy sleep.

And I'm blessed with my very own personal, sexy-smelling broad shoulders to rest on, big, manly hands to hold and two strong arms that I can always wrap around me anytime I want to. An awesome man who dropped everything else in an instant and became in charge.

They say "thank you" isn't appropriate for a time like this. So I'll just say I love you. And you know who you are!

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I was pretty upset earlier when I heard the neighbor's pigs wailing in agony while being slaughtered. But now I'm practically drooling over the mouth-watering aroma of the murdered ones as they are slowly roasting over open pit! Lechon literally is a GUILTY PLEASURE!

The Party Animal Wants to be Unleashed on a High Noon

Soooo busy alternating between a DIY Landscaping article and SEO Project Management. Then suddenly Crash Bandicoot starts winking at me from underneath the TV stand! Plus I can smell ice-cold beer from the store half a kilometer away! Loud R&B music not helping to quell my urges, either. Ooooooh!

Hag and Hagger

I haven't been outdoors in days! So I decided to go to the back area of my apartment and soak in some sun for a bit. I saw my neighbor. She looked so startled but quickly recovered and gave me a friendly wave. I waved back and said hello. After a few minutes, I went back inside, skipped the living room and went straight to the bedroom. I passed by the mirror, absent-mindedly glancing at myself along the way and then I mentally screamed: AAAAAAAAAAAA! So that explains the startled look! Hahahaha!

The Curse and the Luck

From experience, this is what happens when I write for a living. I can BARELY blog!!! But no complaints. Coz I have the coolest Aussie boss so far. :)

Home-type-of-person On A Sinulog Weekend

Yep! At home coz I was addicted to a book. And working at the same time. So grown up!

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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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.