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??

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!

Comfort in Spamming with Sinful Iced Coffee

Addicted to Spicy Spam for almost 10 years. The key is not to fry but to microwave per slice for about 1 minute. Retains the Tabasco flavor! Works as well for Black Pepper Spam and Garlic Spam! \m/

And even when I'm broke, I only buy Nescafe Gold or Taster's Choice, otherwise I don't buy instant coffee at all. But no, I don't drink coffee everyday (or coke) ever since I decided my priority was alcohol way back in '04. And this is why I'm sleepless at quarter to six. Nescafe Gold + Coffeemate + Sugar + Ice + Fundador! \m/

Skimboarding Catastrophe

Don't ever attempt at skimboarding when you've:

a. never done it before, ever
b. your butt is the size of Africa
c: you've drunk 2.5 liters of redhorse, 3 bottles of san mig light and one tall glass of Jaegerbomb (jaegermeister + 1 bottle of Red Bull) all in one afternoon.
d. all of the above

Obviously, I picked "d. all of the above" even before I learned about a. b. and c.

Look what it got me: partial amnesia about the experience, can only remember trying to wrestle a kid's skimboard away from him so I could give it a go. A stiff neck, a broken big toenail hanging by a thread and a very sore butt.

Oh, but I remember this clearly: laughing like a hyena whenever I crash landed! Which was in ALL 3 or 4 attempts!

Let's Take It Outside!

Cause you feel like paradise and I need a vacation tonight!

Sadly, I'm still catching up with overdue work stuff on a sunny Saturday. While I'm tapping away on the keyboard, my mind keeps on flashing images of tiny blue and white and sparkly tropical islands and the other matter. So I'm taking my work to an outdoorsy resto-bar. I don't know how this will solve my concentration issues but it seems the best thing to do right now.

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.

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.

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!

Hiatus Over and Out

And I'm baaack. I got off blogging for a bit because I don't wanna publish grief online. And that time I was gone was all about grief. Well, I'd rather express mine while spending time with people who matter most, rather than for all the world to see. Anyhooo, I'm really, really ok and I've already thanked those who surrounded me and continue to do so, my family, the life partners and the not-fair-weather friends of mine. :*

Last night was Monday Private Party with the Cap. We binged on brandy, him with lemon iced-tea, me with creme de menthe. I was surprisingly entertained by the Last Airbender movie. Or maybe not surprisingly. Coz when it comes to entertainment I'm so easy to please. I even get so amused by the resident black ants in my apartment. They happily guzzle alcoholic spillage and then roam about wildly or just doze off right then and there. Sometimes I feel really sad when Domestic God just kills them all with a single swipe of a towel. Although at certain occasions, some of them do suicide mission and jump right into my cocktail.

Also, so disappointed to know right now that the steamed corned grits c/o Domestic God is already stale and smelly. I'll just have Mr. Chips with my 3 strips of bacon. Oooweee! \m/

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.

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/

Drunken Wisdom

So I am drunk. And I am sleeping over for the 2nd night in a row at my childhood home. Which is due to the disconnection of my electricity. Fortunately, it's not the biological one. Unfortunately, it's the real power disconnection courtesy of VECO. I have my grown-up justification for this unfortunate event. But that's a another loooong story.

So yes, it's so childish to be seeking the comfort of mommy, grandma and siblings. But I don't think it's necessary for one to be cooped up in darkness and heat and fear just so one would be called grown up and responsible human woman. No way, yaya. Hahaha.

But I am no Girl Scout and my sleep-over is essentially lacking. (lappy mouse, external storage with funny movies and tv series, etc). So, in order to sleep in this old-slash-new environment, alcohol is imperative. And so is listening to my infinite playlist. And thinking. And drinking. Hard. And I'm feeling drunkenly eloquent.

So I saw my sister's glass slipper and thought: (but of no relevance to my sister's life)

"Yeah, that's your glass slipper alright. But it sure as hell doesn't fit you anymore."

Also, I remembered all my loss in the past year and came up with this:

"After losing a cam, an ipod touch and a laptop, the moral lesson is to always backup!!! But also this; it's better to have good memories than to not remember what the backups are all about. ;-)"

Then, I remembered someone I really do not like and my mind was like:

"Fuck the 18 generations of your ancestors."

The last one is not original but I think it's apt and direct to the point. But only if my intended audience is intelligent as well and know what it truly means.

Coz I sure as hell don't wanna fuck the 18 generations of that person's ancestors. And before and after the 18 generations too. No way. :))))))

On the Brighter Side

FORMO's 5th anniversary promo included San Mig Light and Mojito for only P5. From 6PM to 9PM. 

Because of that awesome offering, I was there for 3 days straight. It was literally a chug-fest to the highest level and a half. 

Unfortunately, it ended last Sunday. As the song goes, some good things never last.

Long Distance Drunk Affair

Last night. 

Whilst drinking beer and cuba libre...

I had this very, very awesome call all the way from Bulgaria. Ani, my crazy, international bestie phoned just to tell me that they were drinking Rakia and beer for me. I was totally touched but sooo jealous at the same time. Rakia and beer for me are among the best boozy combos in the world.

I was really, really, really happy to hear from 'em so I told them "Chestita Nova Godina" or as we say in English "Happy New Year!"

Hahahahaha!

Rock On! \m/

One of the best beers on earth

I just luuurve my Rock glass, just as much as I love the Rock beer. It makes all beers taste vundabar, even room temperature Red Horse.

But the Rock beer and the Rock glass are always perfect together. Makes sense, since both are made for each other.

I miss the beer. And Tartu. And Gunpowder Cellar.

I Love My Hair

Even when it's scaring me.

It's the 2nd time this week that I freaked out because something was crawling on my skin, only to find out that that it was just actually my hair.

My apartment is near to a mini wilderness that's why I always stumble across some creepy crawlies creeping and crawling inside the house.

I don't mind much except if they start flying and/or heading for my direction.

And as long as they're not the mortal enemies.

Speaking of which, I still can't get over the traumatic events of Thursday night. A total of 7 huge cockroaches and all of them were flying about. Soooo gross plus one. I will never go back to that place again, ever.  

And there was the fact that the MW was very specific about me not causing a scene. I did not, because the waitresses were very adept at reaching for 'em once they land on the walls and then killing 'em. The last straw was when another was flying in our direction. I ran towards the exit, leaving everything behind --- lappy, ipod, beer, cash, the MW and all.