it’s green [yuck] and red. xmas buhlog!

Christmas?  So how did it go? I had the best dinner in the world. ALONE. so we’re talking about the 24th right? check.

I’m in Cebu while La Familia and baby Z feasting on their Lechon and Noche Buena in cdo. so all i had was their voices on my ear while i munched my food out of ChristmasInTheQueenShitty. Last year i was here too, i  had lunch with Zizou’s cousin. while i was on the phone with the familiar cdo voices. and the kid/baby-in-tow’s(back then) cousin, did not enjoy much of the lunch hearing me getting giddy excited talking and hearing out cdo people in my headset. so i figured, this year, i’d go alone. so that’s it. everyone in the area we’re eating with their families or loved ones. and they gave me the unusual IsSheSpendingChristmasAlone look. yes, you christmas-tree-looking motherfuckers. i had a great time alone actually. it felt like the whole City of Golden Friendship partying on my mobile! sms or voice. so this is christmas. a merry mommy hearing her baby go GoogooLaughCryScreamGiggle on the phone while eating my ThisIsMyChristmasFoodCravings, and hurray! no Quezo de Bollshit.

When i got home, dearie Lee still-not-hpp-til-now is at home, and was on her CookyGoody mood. she made US fruit salad, and baked-macaroni-turned-kind-of-spaghettish-because-we-have-no-oven or something like it but delicious kinna food! so me’s course of action? eat. again. i love work off’s! i hate not being paid for it though. but who do you call in times of Moolah Shortage? Parental Unitness. and they give the lux of bucks to live for the day! yay!

At 10pm. Lee went to work. yes, our company does not give Holiday’s Off, or maybe she can’t get a vto for the day since there are only three of’em on their team shifting for the night. but she definitely does not take calls anyway, so it’s like better, way better than my thing, y’know.

i was still attached with my phone even after the minute Lee left. i was alone for the eve, i thought. but i was with Yummy watching Grey’s Ana and felt like a certified surgeon after the mara. Mcdreamy is so him. tsk tsk.

Mentioning about that, my Steamy McDreamy was with me in sms too. we din’t talk the saturday before the christmas week because he had headache, or lag [?] from his Leyte chill. and just so, you, worldfucking-people would know, i had my monthly Dot, last december 23, but unfortunately, only at that day.

and the tests are all giving me crap, it twisted my brain like the twitch i got my feet into from soccer. uh! gay. tomorrow, Jon g and tontin preggy are visiting to give me a slap in the face. urgh. well, back to SMSing with Steamy McDreamy, he said it could have been good if he’d be able to spend time with me. sweet? yep. but another potential character name for Ripley’s on that night was TheChristmasDrinkingReindeerWhoNeverMadeItToMyPlace. crap. so him, wanting to spend atleast some time with me on christmas is sweet? NOT! so to wrap it, i slept at 5ish in the morning, having him finish up 4more bottles, and the wait was patience-consuming or say, deeerrraaaiiinnniing! and i did not think of it happening on christmas. it just did right ifrana my ass.

but i choose to still declare the event a Merry Christmas, so it was the 25th, and we had lunch at Sylvia’s Palace. then had Tanduay. countless flat bottles, with juice! wootness! i was Reddish Eddish on Chrismish! drank til 8p. harug. but i was ok. tanduay liked me on christmas, it din’t go make me feed ducks in  my toiwlet! hehehe. Then Grey’s Ana, again. Then at 12am technically, dec26, Ripley’s/SteamyMcDreamy/TroubleShootie/TheChristmasDrinkingReindeerWhoNeverMadeItToMyPlace now made it… so he was, officially 24hours late? uh, who cares? he’s there now. and making sure the tardiness does not happen again, or i’d shoot myself in the head infront of his eyes. *eyes rolling*

Had lunch at Roma, then i had to go pick up my niece, ok i can say, cousin, coz i feel so old having to slap reality that Marie is my niece, but is aged like i can tag her as cousin. neices are like kinder age right? or something like it. doosh.

Marie, ran away. got sick of the castila way of our Creators. the Do’s and Don’ts. Date him not him. He’s this and that and you shouldn’t do this and that. stay home don’t work. be good and not bad. DO NOT BE INGRATA. so so twenty eras ago. i understand, but as the cliche goes, Parent’s knows best. gay. werd. so she got tired. she went to the first boat she saw on the dock. for P3500 she went sailing on Suite Class! cebu she came. met her up at Starbs IT after lunch and serious CoolingOffHinayHinayKinnaThing conversation with the ScaredyCatLover. i can’t blog on this area. not til everything is sure.

Then, me and marie went home to my place. we had a conversation, and she told me details. and hey, so so valmoria girl, i used to run away too, but technically, the US that we are, it ain’t so the usual parents-don’t-know-where-to-find-the-kid kinna run away.. US? our parents would know. specially the sperm man, papa/dady/tatay. and they’d come running to see us. in marie’s case, his dad bought the ticket to the next boat heading here. my case before? if i made declaration of running away, Padre de Pamilia would ask :

him : where are you going?

me  : to maje’s place. i’m running away from this house! don’t stop me.

him : ok. then let’s call maje mom so she’d pick you up here. you can stay there for a week, then be home after the seventh day, ok?

that’s running away deadline.

me : aright.

in marie’s case, his dad came over and they talked. and she’s staying here. so basically, her dad just went over cebu for twelve hours, so they’d talk and clear things out, so marie would understand or vice versa. then marie stays here. because again, she ran away. oh wait, she rode a boat. haha

is life fair? hehehe. *smiling like Mutley* ima do something, don’t werry werdos.

I went to work today and the first thing i saw was Jon G’s finger trying to call me. [you know the Slut-trying-to-seduce-a-guy kinna way?] but Jon’s din’t look that way, not an inch. his fingers and face calling me impacts a mad face. and yes, someone’s ass is busted. I TOLD YOU SO! I TOLD YOU SO! i got that. so there. first hour of work ain’t really healthy. ME AND TONTIN [his gf] WILL GO  TO YOUR HOUSE TOMORROW AND WE’LL GET YOU CHECKED, HARD HEADED YOU! all i could say was : you have a big butt jon!

Tomorrow, is tomorrow. whatever the day gives, i’ll take it. just the way i want, living it a day at a time.

so Ripley’s shoot me now if you want. shoot me dead because i am strong.

will i be bloggin tomorrow? NO. because. i will not work tomorrow. on saturday, even if it’s rest day, i will work, and on sunday, even if it’s workday, i won’t work. because sometimes, life is messy. i like to go with the mess. forcedesk. i hatechu. and no doubt, you fucking hate MVALMORIA. yeshiree.

So ron? am i getting you confused? i’m confuser. harug.

Pope is currently at the waves on his way to cebu as i scrib this blog. and i seriously do not know anything now. who am i again? what am i writing here? hmmm, am i at work now? am i on earth?.. wahahahaha.

If you know where to find a ticket to Mars, i’ll give you $10000000000. no exag.

if you don’t. then your ass deserves my fucking five fingers in it. literally.

i’m entirely topsy turvy. and that’s a crap.

The whole ME for now has been taken hostage by the he-bitch named YOU, the Promiser.

and either way, everything should go the way it is meant to.

So I could really shank a bitch when someone messes the order of things and is rude enough to take my life or whoever else’s in line. Like, I could shank that certain bitch. The one who‘d mess up the order of things. Because you just don’t do that! at all.