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/

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.

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!

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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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!

How to Combat Office Depression

Maybe I'm not cut out to be an HR person. Here I am on a work day and drinking beer. But very, very responsibly.

Meaning, I'm having my 4th beer at East West and doing my HR duties and responsibilities at the same time. In a very competent manner.

Because I am very competent at drinking beer and I am very competent when it comes to my professional tasks.

It' just that I'm having office depression. It is now just one big and almost empty space. I'm not used to it just yet.

There's only the two of us here in their smoking room. It's sooo cold and cozy with all the throw pillows and lounging chairs. We're listening to the Road Trippin' playlist and I'm singing "Candy" and "Caribbean Blue" at the top of my lungs. My voice must have traveled all the way to Mooon. I'm not sure, but I am.

And he is drifting off to sleep as we speak. Indeed, my voice is a very, very soothing phenomenon. Hahahahahaha!

Grown-Ups, Friday and Tingly Sensations

Hahahah! Grown Ups. One of the best movies. Luuurrrveit. I was still laughing when I woke up. And maybe, also while sleeping.

It's Friday! Obviously. Happy, happy, happy. As usual, I'm seriously planning on skipping the warden's lair (a.k.a prison and a.k.a... you know.) but I'm out of vacation credits. So sad. But still happy!

The tingly sensations are still lingering around even without the SG. My, what a potent drug. Not that I had some. I just looked and sniffed. If I had some, I would be permanently rolling around floors and sidewalks and streets. That's how potent the SG is. Hahahaha.

Fish and Chips and Underwear

Went to Mark's big sale to see my BFF Baka. Then I got myself some new boyleg knickers to wear when I'm dancing. At home, of course. And also a tin of their Curiously Strong Mints. They're really strong but I'm not at all curious as to why.

Went to Patio Ecila after for fish 'n chips. It was sad that they did not have peppercorn sauce. It tastes good on everything! A bottle of beer would've been vundabar, too but I don't wanna end up feeling wozzy for tonight's maniac-type dancing that I'm planning to do after I attend my future uncle's birthday dinner. And I can't wait to see my cousin Arianne, the cutest little girl in the world.

Wearing Bunny Ears While Buying 54 Bottles of Beer

Went to SM to get more of those silly head bands that I lurrrve soo much. Wore the pink bunny ears one all arount town. A lot of abnormal people stared. IG-nored.

Kamai Kainan's beefsteak is soooo good. Tender, saucy and peppery. Yum yum yum.

New stuff on the racks that I just couldn't resist: Cheeto's Cheddar Jalapeno crunch thingy and Pringles Extreme in Blazin Buffalo Wing flavor.  Plus a 3-pack of my favorite Kinder Bueno and some Choco Knots. I lurrrve. And no, I'm not gonna eat everything tonight. Meaning, I'm all set for the rest of the June rainy days. Like an ant. And this ant is also craving for Twix.

Finally to Country Mall to horde on Supplies for Survival (a.k.a. booze) for tomorrow's big island hopping escapade. Big because our Bulgarian friends have never experience what it's like to hop around the islands. They're such a fun lot to be around. Can't wait to hop with them.

Insane Dancers

Dawn.

Insanity unleashed at the Penthouse. One guy has the craziest dance moves ever. I've met my match on the dance floor.

Moooning

Last night.

Funny conversations with the BG friends. One guy wants to go to Manila via boat. I told him if that's the case then I'll see him in a week.

Mouthwatering Matter

Just had a fun dinner at Pizzeria Michael thingy somewhere and it took forever for stuff to be served. But all's well, since the staff was super-courteous, the food was great, I can be a laundry-service provider for a day and spend my earnings there and the beer tasted like any good ol' beer. Plus the mouthwatering matter is so near but cannot be grasped, which is fine because if I had grasped that mouthwatering matter and did erotic-ish stuff to it without its consent, I could be imprisoned for grave offenses.Right?