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.

And Then I Got Flowers. Among Others.

Yesterday.

The Bulgarian Colleagues were so sweet. The flowers were some of the most beautiful (literally) stuff I ever received. I've been staring at them. (the flowers, not the Bulgarians) They even started to sing Happy Birthday in Tagalog. (The Bulgarians, not the flowers) Hahahaha! I felt like a celebrity and also winner of a beauty pageant. And I wanted to have a group hug. But they might find it strange.

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Ramsie gave me one of my most favorite chocolates in the whole world, peppermint-filled Cadbury. I wasn't able to have lunch or breakfast so I stuffed it all in my face.

And I have to hand it to Ardie. He doesn't smoke at all but he managed to find me some Black Bats flavored with my favorites: Vanilla and Mint. It's like having a smoke whilst enjoying aromatherapy. Marlboro Red has definitely got some rivalry going on.

And Hazel brought me some cotton candy, yum yum yum. So sweet. The gifts and my close, close friends from the office.

Almost There In the State of Drunken Stupor.

If an apocalyptic flood would be like the birthday greetings you dumped on my wall and in my inboxes, it would result in good vibes all over the earth and will prolly cause world peace. If that’s the case, then it wouldn’t be called apocalyptic at all. I love you people for the non-memory gap state of mind regarding my birthday. I am drunk to the drunkest degree but I will never forget this. Coz I will just scroll down my wall tomorrow. And I guess it would be a “like a virgin” syndrome. (the bit where Madonna sings “touched for the very first time")  Hahahaha!  I have such a big smile that I could swallow my face. Let's celebrate! Let’s not wear underwears!!! Weeeee! :D

Birthday Bucket List

It's a free day, a free day, my birthday. I'm still too overwhelmed and sleepy to respond to the apocalyptic flood of birthday wishes on my inbox and FB wall. I love the people for not havin' memory gap about this. The day stretches ahead deliciously. And here is my itinerary:

1. Turn the AC back on and take a post-waking-up-nap.

2. Wake up again for the 2nd time this morning.

3. Dance! Dance! Dance!

4. Spiked Coffee and a marlboro.

5. Extra long shower with the works. (shampoo, condition, exfoliate, sing)

6. Brunch. Prolly left-over pizza.

7. Bit of shopping.

8. Dinner with the crazy family

9. Will enter and dwell for a while in the State of Drunken Stupor, a free country where one can do silly things such as modeling one's entire collection of silly hats and headbands while one is dancing and singing and maybe doing a declamation piece.

10. This is the part that I won't remember ever. C'elst la vie and Que Celes.

Oh, in between 5 and 6, I'm putting on clothes and doin' a bit of hair and make-up of course. I don't want to go out into the world out there naked and looking like a hag.

Adultery

It's official. I am now 21 years old and on the threshold of grown-uppy land, doing grown-uppy stuff and living the grown-uppy life. 3x a week at the most. :)

Happy birthday to me right now, with pizza and beer and the yummiest exclusive manwhore ever.

Ponderous

Just wonderin' why I'm blogging so much. Is it because of my impending birthday? Or because of my independence day, addiction to manual laundry and/or my obsession at tending to my apartment? Or is it because of the grown-up stuff that I possess due to a lot of grown-up stuff shopping that I've been doing lately? Or is it because of the unknowing generosity of my ISP? Or maybe it's because of the wings of freedom that is in store for every living thing in the universe? Aaaaaaah.

And that's the kind of wisdom brought about by 2 bottles of Strong Ice, 3 bottles of Super Dry, a pint of Red Horse and currently, creme de menthe and brandy. Presidents, Kings, Queens, Prime Ministers, Datus, Rajahs, etc should follow this regimen to gain insight on how to achieve world peace. Peace.

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?