The Ant Bully/ FB Impostor

Ok. So I'm crushing down and annihilating the resident red ants who seem to be drawn by the creme de menthe/brandy cocktail that I'm guzzling. The good thing is, I don't mind (that they want my cocktail or my crumbs or the leftovers even. I want to share the spills and leftovers!). The bad thing is that they are biting me while I'm peacefully getting drunk and watching the late night news! And I have no choice but to kill them using my thumb and forefinger while they're fearlessly nibbling at my thigh. It's like an EDSA uprising right around my left leg, but I'm not in the mood for People, or should I say, Ant Power. C'mon! What have I done wrong? But killing them is making me feel like the mastermind of the Holocaust. (This is why I wish I hadn't bothered to see Ant Bully). :(

On another note and forgetting I'm masterminding the Holocaust of Red Ants, I arrived home tonight, turned on the laptop and out of habit, pulled up Firefox, only to see that the saved tab that popped out was my sister's logged on FB page. (SHE FORGOT TO LOG OUT!) And, being the good sister that I am (HAHAHAHAH!), just couldn't resist: I posted something on her account's wall, something that sounds like: My sister (tag)Celeste Opolentisima, is the coolest human being on earth!

Imagine my surprise when 4 friends of hers liked it and one friend commented "no doubt!".

Ahahahaha! I love you guys!!!

But my conscience won over the overwhelmingly flattered-type of feelings I was experiencing and I had to call her around midnight just to tell her what I did to her FB account PLUS! the great response from some of her FB friends.

We laughed and laughed and laughed. She wasn't mad. Why would she be? At least I did not announce to the whole world she was a transvestite, right?  Which is sooo not true and downright mean. At least my pretending-to-be-her post had some truth in it. Why else would her friends like it? Hahahahha!

But no doubt she will learn to log out of FB the next time she uses my lappy. Just like she has learned to wear closed shoes during wash days at USC. I will share the shoe-story to those who are clueless the next time I'm in the mood. HAHAHAHAHA!

I love you Monlat!!! You are such a super2x, gorgeous sister!

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/

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!

Mondays are Bittersweet

Saturday Night:

It was the first real PTPH Dissolution Bash. And as expected, everyone had a blast. Although I got sooo wasted that I forgot what some of what happened during the later parts, I knew everything was perfectly fun. Because I woke up with a happy buzz!

Sunday:

First time being part of a campaign. But it was for mommy. So. The rain and the embarassment of having to talk face to face with strangers was worth it. I wanted to sing and dance but we lacked the resources so it was just pure PR and some fliers.

Mondays this month so far:

An indentical twin of last monday. But because of the difference of activities, let's go for fraternal.

Last Monday:
Termination report for group K. Computation of Quit Claim for Group B. The rest of the week was about me helping to do something to help the company close ASAP.

So this Monday:

Payroll, preparing stuff for Quit Claims (schedule was 5 working days after termination but we did it 1 working day after) managing clearances from gvt. agencies.

Thank goodness for friends like Paul, Jess and Ronel who wanted me to take a break and have dinner.

And the Cap/ MW/ DG/ Bold Star for letting me have a good time/ private party at the home front. And being BARTENDER when I don't wanna get up to mix stuff. :)

The Invasion of the Ultimate Nasties

The Ok-ok Buster is busily exterminating roaches outside the back door. There are literally HUNDREDS! Good grief! Can they smell my loathing-slash-fear that's why they're taunting me??? Our back area is CLEANER than most places here in Cebu City! I'm permanently shuddering in disgust! And frantically looking behind my back and above and left and right and down below every 10 seconds. And perpetually on the On Your Mark Position in case some undesirables penetrate the interior. Nightmare!!!

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/