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! ;-)

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!

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.

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.

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.

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/

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/

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.

I Love Sperm!

Saturday, August 21

OMG! Sperm is soo cute and funny. We saw him walking along the sidewalk. Heading towards the other house. (He is very, very fab dog, living in two houses and free to come and go as he pleases while terrorizing other dogs on the street along the way.)

And the multi-cab that we were in stopped right in front of him to pick up two more passengers. I called out to him: SPEEERRM! HI SPERM!

He stopped walking and looked towards our direction. Serious tail-wagging going on coz Sperm was so happy and excited to see me. It's been weeks since we last saw each other, as he does not know where my apartment is. Then he ran towards the multi-cab and hopped right in. And refused to get off. The other passengers were kind of frightened. So, we had to carry him out of the multi-cab and back to the sidewalk. Sorry, Sperm.

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!