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 Because I believe that Karaoke should be all about cheesy, outdated songs that when played in a different place at a different time, would give me the urge to pull my hair out or punch someone)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.

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/

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! ;-)

The Grief

when it comes to grief and sorrow, i tend to keep it private. but i'm not a hypocrite so i admit that i need all the kindness you conveyed. and all your kindness and sympathy combined span decades. from childhood friends to constant relatives, to those across the miles, to pre.school, to cic, to stc, to jollibee, to usp, to college special mention to forward publication and STC, to bigfoot, to jobs in between, to playtech, to family and relatives, to neighbors, to loved ones across the miles, to captain awesome and his family and to right now where all of you are a part of, THANK YOU.

Of Heavy Rains and Torrential Blessings

I’m blessed with a family who can laugh then cry in an instant or do both at the same time.

I’m blessed with life partners who are always there ASAP, in kindness and in presence, with or without me asking, to make me laugh and to make me feel certain that there will never be a lonely day, ever, no matter what.

I’m blessed that my dad, my mom, my siblings and I have about forty-six thousand friends combined, who flooded the household because of the rain.

I'm blessed with a boss who believes in respite with pay. :)

I’m blessed with relatives whose loving words from across the miles or their mere presence alone, settle like a comforting blanket, if not for everyone then for someone, and there's always someone.

I’m blessed that I have 3 living rooms of solace, and 4 bedrooms for drunken, dreamless or weepy sleep.

And I'm blessed with my very own personal, sexy-smelling broad shoulders to rest on, big, manly hands to hold and two strong arms that I can always wrap around me anytime I want to. An awesome man who dropped everything else in an instant and became in charge.

They say "thank you" isn't appropriate for a time like this. So I'll just say I love you. And you know who you are!

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!