pain. from the ass to up.

mood  :   

Today is a killer [i wish i never said i wanted to die]. at 3am i woke up having to wrestle my eyes opening to 6 missed calls from OTL.. i was so sleepy i just told him i’ll catch up within the day. And i woke up with a very bad back. it was like as if i was on bridge-stand the previous night for 62hours. or somebody might have mogged me in my dream, i felt it when i woke up. the given are all impossible. but the hell. i still have the back pains clinging like how our ears are attached to our head naturally.

approximately 5minutes after waking up, the door opened, i thought it was Lee, my ever dearest roommate. But no, it was March, my beautiful lesbian friend, she went to use the restroom, say not comfortable with nature’s call in the office, just like me. Ü

And then we had an hour chitchat, she listened to my back pain whining and recent events. we had a good conversation. Then, again, i was running late. i knew i was. and will be again, late for work. i stood up, forced myself and took me to the middle of the gushing shower. it was cold, even colder when i got out of it. Then, i had to figure out how to get myself dressed, the back is a killer. killer. killer. i don’t wanna say it feels familiar. and no way that it can be. killer.

I managed to reach my station, and pressed on Training Button. but it was understaffed so i got back to Avail Mode. bad news right? check.

And then OTL and his day to day musta’s.

his everyday how is cebu life and work?.

his repeating When ka uli?.

and so on and so forth. With the backpain and all these, i feel gumbier than ever. OTL. is OTL.

And then i asked him.

How is married life?

he replied :

K lang. this doesn’t look too healthy nor happy for me. i know him. or i dunno.

so today is officially my backpain/OTL-k-lang-reply day.

Look, all i have to do is live this day and just get the hell out of it. after 8 more hours, it’ll be another day anyway.

and saturday is near. i wanna fuck the hell out of that day, maybe of sleep or beer. whichever comes first.

No Steamy McHellDreamy. No OTfuckingL. NO UNHAPPINESS AT ALL.

i am such a bitch today. my back hurts. tomorrow i might be ok, and plans will change. but for now. i’m getting angrier by the minute.

Flor and her powerful phrase for the day :

The strong take from the weak, but the smart take from the strong.

I don’t see why i blog that too, but naah. whatever. This is my blog anyway. who cares if i put that or not.

somewhere somebody might learn from that phrase. i want to, but not today. let’s see later.

chekehe mehe.

I want to die.

I managed to somehow sleep through my alarm at noontime, because i slept at 7:45am?.. I woke up at 3:something when some guys started their assault on the plywoods and metals outside my pad. I gasped when I saw the time — I have to be to work by 4:00pm, and no way was that going to happen. I thought about skipping the shower, but a quick body sniff told me that wasn’t really an option. I got out of bed, threw on the one slipper I could find and ran into the bathroom, banging my ankle on the door frame on the way out. Ow.

After taking the fastest shower of my life, I bolted out of the bathroom, naked, and stopped dead in my tracks when I came to receive a text from my Steamy McDreamy! What’s new? [i also realized my phone clock has gone beserk, i'm early for work, ouh, what has gone wrong baby?]

Then i tracked backed my sent items, then went the eeww look in my face.

My eyes couldn’t bug out of my head anymore, and my mouth fell open. I stood there, frozen, until my eyes flickered downward and I realized that I was completely naked. and i’d rather be getting my ass to clothe up than think of a comeback to the sms, this always happens anyway.

so there. i’m at work. but lastnight’s conversation with Wati and him is a bugger. it kept running through my mind. in full details. i didn’t even know where i got the courage to nag at him on his current voluntary-i’m-in-it issues. i was on top of the urge of just letting him know how he is reflecting to me, and how his baggages are to me, and chekehe mehe [which Wati took to note that it means Blah Blah or Yada Yada]. With my damp hair dripping on the airnook, i remembered crying early this morning when i shut the door, literally it, and the door to the whatever-i-am-with Steamy McDreamy. and then i remember him telling me to decide when my mind is clear and only after i sleep.

To be honest, I hadn’t really given the question much thought. I feel comfortable with him, that’s for sure. No weirdness or anything. And hello? We’ve been seeing each other for like what?months and months and counting…and getting surprised with the inner us by the minute. or maybe he’s becoming too family to me i can just burst at anytime, having him to just nod and not show atleast one bit of remorse or anger. he always gives me this one eyebrow-up-look half smiling. he’s just basically it. he spoils me. i nag and whine at the top of Mt. Everest, and he’s just there, down there, looking at me, not contradicting. he’s just really, probably like that. so i zip on that department. and now, i’m studying over the case that i cannot be inlove with someone who can’t hold me in the neck and tell me to shut up, coz i know, sometimes, or most of the time, i go overboard. i can really be bad, and i can’t be with someone who doesn’t stop me at that. right? i mean, OTL has been good than ever, but when i really get to his nerves, like unintentionally, beacuse sometimes my being a scumfreak comes out naturally, i shiver, because there would be something coming up, maybe a quick not-so-exciting trip to the pool or basically a shout-back. and that builds me. and then i learn. but hey, so much of past. i learned from it, and learning more now, the very different way. ouh, i cracked my bad ankle, bigger ow.

Steamy McDreamy that he is. after all the fugly conversation, or should i say, my Impromptu Speech showcase for him, he’d still kiss me. he’d still hold me. Some things are jsut meant to be just rolling as it is. coz if you stop it, forcibly, it might not be gud. specially that i have a bad ankle now. it will stop when it has to. but for the mean time, it’s better that this be hangin, like a mistletoe. it’s christmas anyway. haha!

and whatever is beyond, we’ll cross the bridge when we get there, or burn the bridge. or maybe we’ll jump together, sometimes, crossing the bank is fun when you put a li’l swim to the journey. right?

There are questions, that are better off unanswered. Feelings that should be forgotten for good. Just to keep something much more precious. and whatever it is, not all may have experienced, not all may have pigged themselves to it, but can be very special in one way or another.

This is the time that i feel so loved by myself, or that i really love myself.. when i just know how to let go of something that makes me unhappy.

Eng, Jon a.ka. Jiwils and myself made plans to hang out today and munch over Roma Mia with Jon having to take care of the bill. but i guess we’re postponing it for the weekend and I got started with my workday. It was actually an interesting one. A bunch of nuns who blog, and one who was found out by a bishop and is facing excommunication for saying that she sometimes feels tempted to ignore her vow of celibacy. wow that people.

I just got my nails done by Yvez. and it looks ok on gold. matches my bag. The team is off for the local 24hour McDonald’s in roughly three hours. i can’t wait to stuff my mouth with french fries. i am not depressed but i need some oil. once a day starts with good ol’ cholesterol, i’d be digging for more. so i hope, Abuhan closes. i gave a bit of a hard time breathing today. but i can’t die with that. i can’t die because of a bone-marrow slurp!

I still want to die, though.

Ripley’s Picture.

So here’s what the plan was: Ripley’s would come over at around 1am lastnight, stay with me until everything ends up on being delicious on many levels.
But the schedule was pushed to an hour or so later, coz he was late. and he got a small part in what i call a “text Where-Are-You’s-and-Yada-Yada’s” that was sent more than a couple of times.
Because, I’m getting impatient! I miss him so much [?] – I hated not being able to see him tonight, he stood me up lastnight remember? And I know that you, dear readers, think he’s too hard on me, but everyone needs that friend who will give them a reality check, and Ripley’s mine. Plus, He’s always been there for me. Seriously, if I was having a hard time, he’d drop whatever he was doing, whenever he was doing it, and listen to me, or hug me, or crack a joke to make me smile. he’s my oldest, dearest friend here in Cebu, and even though it’s great to have friends like Mitz and Tin and Eng, there’s something about having someone who’s seen you at both your best and worst and understands you better than you understand yourself sometimes. And that concludes my mushy Ripley’s diatribe. *kinsay ga nosebleed diha?* slash *kikit doing a hand sign of a gun pointing to her head* shoohoot meh!

When Ripley’s walked into the room & finally appeared infrana me, my first thought was, “take of that jacket and throw it away, you look too hot on it, i might not be able to again, finish this beautiful SaTC epish” He had shorts on,  So my next thought was, “No way am i ever gonna get mad about him being late..”

What happened was this: Ripley’s crawled down right beside me while i was [or pretending i was] still concentrating on SaTC, flubbed a couple of lines, and then our snuggles began. I had the biggest laugh when he tickled me to death, and he has his share of goosebumps running all over him when i teased my head over his shoulder. we kissed and hugged. snuggled and cuddled. and yes, that, too. *wink*

so we finally rested, i was on his armpit area and i looked up to a wanting-to-sleep face of Ripley’s, then, weeehheyt! he looks like Dr. McDreamy from Greys’ Ana.  hmmm… but he sure is more of a McSteamy.  sizzle.. so now,

Ripley’s become ..

My very own MY Steamy McDreamy! hmmm..

and let’s put a face to this character!

let’s virtually edit this photo of my ExBF. hahaha!

paint his cap orange, and color the jacket red and white and replace the Puma to EspaÑa.

And *drum rolls please*  Steamy McDreamy/Ripley’s!!!!

♪♫♪♫♫♪♫ me humming ♫♪♫♪♫♪♫

cake and him? the same?..

and Ron said :

fleeting happiness is not it.

it’s like eating a chocolate, or sayyy, a slice of Almost Better Than Sex cake, you enjoy every bit of it, but afterwards..the result? you realize it’ll add the fats on your love handle, and figure out how to loose it. or faster after-eating-it result? the choclit on your teeth! and you get a quick toothpick dilemma, worst - if your wearing braces! and you say to your self, i’m not gonna eat those again.

but does this → “i’m not gonna eat those again”  really mean never again? so you’d not get back with the love handle bulge issue or the choclit-hugged-tooth-on-the-loose dilemma??..

yes, we’re boiling to love. relationships. single. taken. psuedo what-have we’s.

if i can prevent myself from the ABtS cake’s contribution to my bilbil or disgrace to my teeth, can i prevent mind-blowing sex, temporary bliss, sweet messages a.k.a Mediocre relationship too?

Love is different from cakes, yes. but why did it took me time to realize that the logic of it boils to one thing?

hmmm.. it had to wait til Ron leaves the company party early and catching me reach the dead-end of my lunch break!

i don’t want bilbils. not choclit in my teeth, too.

and i don’t want a mediocre, psuedo ek ek relationship as well.

easy to say, but when do i start to just get the hell out of it?

*eating all the ABtS cakes my mind could imagine*

well, he’s coming over tonight. making up for his miss lastnight.

but hmmm, hmp?! haalpp!

oh brother! the cakes and how it contirbutes to my bilbil.

i’d plunge in for a bite if given one tonight.

can i also just give in to his visit tonight?

*eyes rolling like crazy!*

quickee with Bruce Willis.

i woke up on the wrong side of the bed today or might have slept with a bad mood. or something. well, what about lastnight?

i watched SATC,yes over and over, it’s an addiction, in line with cigs and liquor.and then i had some quickee with my favorite scenes of Die Hard 1 2 3 ..Bruce Willis! My My John McClane! Ü he is a sizzler minus the hair, ok, wig. look, i love wigs! but it just doesn’t go well with my Bruce double you! but who cares?.. he’s just hawwwt! i can’t imagine myself being the Holly! i remember having to see him on one of the epish of AllyMcBeal, i was like 4rth year high back then, my toes curled due to his guesting! i just love him. i’d say that more than the 76 movies he had himself as an actor! or much more than how many movies he produced. i just can’t get enough of him. but only on selected scenes. werd. bug off losers.

anyway, and then i slept. i was actually waiting for somebody, ok not somebody,but Ripley’s, i realized. but naah, he slept on me.

thu bugger of a poor ratio : NAP = SLEEP? hmmm..  here, here, lemme try this:

Nap² [that's to the power of two, for those who don't like math like myself] = goodnight ZZzzzZZ² = Somebody will get stood up! *and please put some light bulbs over the beautifully engraved* ME.

Ripley’s. yes, is a Believe It or Not. ever. ‘nuf said.

How was Friday? naah, i had the best of my pillows. and the Ocean’s and SATC. i don’t have to explain that right?

Saturday. Futsal. Me, Itos, Kiddo, Kirby, Earl, Noel, another guy, and another. oh, Piox came! prolly, no highblood with any of his fam members for that saturday. good lord. so it was just us and the whole place.

and when i say whole place, it goes with the Drum and Bugle [is that the spelling?shoot me.] Group, which brings music to our kicks! The ROTC team, or was it? hmm, they are in that same uniform, so be it. then the perky li’l grade threes! who by the way, played with us! they are hell dang good. amazing kids, amazing tricks, amazing goals, left PSFC [us] amazingly amused!

and then, i went to SM with mitz to watch this Christmas is Forever Musical Drama! oh i miss stage plays and the likes, and i just love Mitz for tagging me there! and there was ballet too. i love . i miss. i love. i miss.

and then after the Me and Mitz time,

just read back the second and third paragraph please.

Then today?

headache. one text leads to another, about the fucking nap and some shits tagged, so low i can’t even let my toes swim.

i took a bath and cooled it.

and then i started looking for my stylus, my cellphone had a quick and rush trip to the wall, the stylus made an involuntary jump,i found it hiding in one of my shoes. trembling. that’s exag.

so much of today. i can’t wait for 12mn. so it’d be another day.

oh wait, heard of Angry Sex? wtf!?

familiar of Angry Vagina though, that’s the piece i did for the VM event years and years ago.

Today, is by the way, our company Christmas Party. and ME is not going.

reasons :

◙ i can’t be in the middle of over 6 thousand people. dressed in what they think is Glamorously Rocking.

◙ CICC is big and beautiful, but i’d rather check it out in a good mood.

◙ i did not register, that’s voluntary.

◙ i’d rather be talking my headache out of the farangs, who got kicked back of their htl, or being left by their flights or check on their itins, than

◙ be in a party, that would feel like adding a migraine to my headache.

it’s just one night anyway, and a night can’t live without passing. i passed it before it will.

and i had thought over that angry sex, or could be better.

Christmas parties =  fireworks?

hmmm..

well, for the record, Ripley’s has been good with fireworks. believe.

so bitches? back off.

dooshing and savouring every beep now.

from him. dec. 6, 2007.

received this after series of sms exchange :

When ka uli?

from him.

i know it’d be sooner that he’d ever think.

but…

haallp!

sometime-around-? : __ / Twogether.

Goodbye November. Welky December.

Friday : November 30, 2007

sometime-around-6pm : something, Me and Carlo C, left off for Tong’s to meet the team for seafood dinner, or baked tahong dinner, for me. so yummey! the butter . the butter. the butter. so anyhoo, there. pictures + laughs + teasings + everythings. so Tenerific!!

insert notes: saw Kiddo and his family there, too. and Rizter, and Victorio Ordonez, high school classmate! he sizzles now. woot! Ü

sometime-around-9pm : something, Paseo was the venue. We had Tequilla, and i am your sexay tanggera! then Margarita, then Reebecca! bur bur bur bur, i likey! spell G O O D T I M E ?

insert notes: WGA, turning mohonster over the phone! he was at paseo too, huhum. we fought again. so scratch We’re Good Again. say Worst Guy and Asshole,again. hehe. jeeessaaazzz..

and Paolo G.? was supposed to catch up, but i dunno what happened. he can’t park anywhere, the place is packed up, always is though.

so came Disyembre 1 ng taong 2007.

sometime-around-2am : something, SEX in Lahug = Sinangag EXpress po.

sometime-around-3am : something, checked the net. i have a 0% customer survey, ftw?!!

Then, had a good conversation with a friend through YM. the keyboard almost gave up on me. instead me typing REALLY, it goes RWALLY. the keyboards? or me? yeah, the tequilla, and all of the above. haha!

sometime-around-5am: something, Where na ka koi?

Ripley’s reply to my numerous sms! ghaaaad, he had himself drive all the way from his place to fuente, to see me? and the Me that he wants to see is about to ishnore! haha. but yeah, we had a li’l text conversation of the night it was for me, then he went back home. or.. i believe, he went home.

sometime-around-8am : something. WGA and me, Good Again. ok. the sorries and all. it doesn’t matter anymore. fight and then sorry. what is wrong with this? who cares. i don’t.

sometime-around-11am : something, Office. pulled up all the needs for a 0%CSAT dispute. my fave line : The agent, in the first place is CEBMvalmoria. the name itself would prove that a zero can’t be true! *feelor*

sometime-around-12noon : something, Jeepney ride with Noel Tadifa. destination : Don Bosco. Futsal practice. before we could reach finish line of the two commuter ride event, we had to quit the first before going halfway, there was a character in the jeepney who’d be in jail soon, we hope. so we took the cab.

the day was all too much on me. heavy liquor in the body. the CSAT failure . the jeep. and to top it off? Foot sprain. i twitched my foot trying to stop the ball from rolling. hahay futbol. i was doomed even before the day went halfway. i was at my lowest, if you’d seen me, you’d never think it was me. where’s the perky kikit? gone for a bit.

What’s next? Ripley’s. and our planned get-Twogether.

He said it’s ok if i cancel. he’s worried bout me and the day i had. but i was like, naaahh, i wanna be with you chekehe mehe. he wanted to be with me too. we din’t really get to hang out since Nov 22 and the days that passed had a bit of a drama, so it’ll be the first time i see him after the drama. orrr? yeah. so i was looking forward. hmmm, what? the drama? naaah.. it was quite a yada yada so not worth a tackle. again. it passed in peace. and we’re good about it. felt better it passed.

So there, sometime-around-8pm : something, i was on my first can of San Mig in the cozy hotel room over Miss World Live. and the ballet on it. say Missing The Craft! Chinese ballerinas │(← that’s a thin line) contortionists! excellent. And the Miss World winner is : People’s Republic of China. held in where? China. Ü kudos to her for having the-not-so-Chinesey height.

Then the area felt freaky or maybe i was just bored.. then came Ripley’s.

We spent our eyes feasting on the television. more tv and tv and tv and tv and *romantic music please?*… *and then music stops here* he brought a toy, but of no use at all.

ok, call me boring! but hell, the other toy is much better, much much better. who wants to play with something unreal? *somebody butt spank me!* and then *music contimues here again*.. [hahaha. keep reading chet!]

so for like, 2 or more hours, it was just Me and My Ripley’s.. and then,

sometime-around-1am : something, i got a message from Bybots Tortola! a friend from Bukidnon who’s taking his masters degree here at the Queen City of the South. he said he was at Kasadja with some friends, booze! and then he asked if i could go.. hmmm, Ripley’s? din’t have a choice. so dragged – he went with me. so there, me and more beer, plus Bybots, i felt so nearer to Malaybalay *heart heart heart thumping* hello malaybalay! . and we had fun talking and drinking and catch-ups. i had a good time, i don’t know about Ripley’s, but yeah, i said sorry to him though, we’re good there.

sometime-around-3am : something, we dropped of Bybots and his friend marx at their place in Neville Hills. then me and Ripley’s back at our Den for the night. oh wait, i think we ate somewhere then went back to our “home” for the night. *insert fireworks here* hahaha. winking kikit.

sometime onwards : 00, we were ishnoring…

and then, 12:00noon, standard hotel check out time. We called the front desk to extend an hour more, and we got a yes! so so, y’know what’s next.

Then, we had lunch. then, i was on my backpack, he was on his cap [sweet huh?just kidding]. it was raining, we were walking in the rain. we chose to walk in the rain. hhmmm.. cheesay!!! haha.

so til here? ima blog tomorrow.

Lymph Nodes inflamation. at the back of my neck and the lower left neck portion. what could this be Chet?

Til next!

shoot me dead.

enought of the fucking risk.

he doesn’t think i can be serious.

Life is a constantly morphing thing. Just when you think you know where it’s all headed you wake up the next morning to a completely different view. The landscape has changed along with the seasons, but the trees are the same trees, only your view has changed. So you try to cling to the old things that used to comfort you, clinging to the familiar, but they provide little or no solace. The fears do not subside. At this point we have no choice but to surrender to the unknown.that is where the real beauty lies.It is not in the knowing, the familiar, the expected. But in the embracing of the unknown. a willingness to walk down a new path and to trust that everything is as it should be. perfect. as it is.Schopenhauer said,”When you look back on your life, it looks as though it were a plot, but when you are into it, it’s a mess: just one surprise after another. Then, later, you see it was perfect.”Sometimes there are little glimpses of the perfection, amidst the mess. It is at those times we feel blessed beyond measure.

I Love You. and the questions that comes along with it.

The “I Love You”

self Q&A.

When did you say it? Days ago.

Did you mean it? yes, i did.

Why did you say it? because i finally found the guts, and that’s how i feel. supporting reason : based on experience, i have always chickened to say that overrated phrase. i find it corny. i find it senseless when infact i can show it through my actions. but that belief left me hanging. it made me fight for a loosing battle. and i wouldn’t want that thing to happen over again.

So this was the first time you ever said that to a guy with the whole meaning of it? yes.

Why do you love the person? i do not know. there are no reasons for loving. like what my lola once said, ” y’know when you love the person, specially when you can’t find any reason why. “ when lola Cristita told me that, i was like,” no, there must be a reason for loving, it must be that the boy is handsome, or rich, or nice, or tall, or would give me candies everyday, or share his snacks with me during recess time. maybe like lolo izhou. “, i was 8 years old back when she told me that, but now that i am 24, i realized she was truely right. you won’t know why. or maybe you’ll just figure it out as you two mingle. i really don’t know.

How did you say it? thru SMS.

Were you scared? No. It came out. finally, i have learned to not chicken out.

How did the recepient take it? nakuyawan daw. i can’t write that in english, it might give a new meaning. so there, nakuyawan.

How did you find it? honestly? i don’t know. how could he be kuyawan? i’m sure he saw it coming.

So what’s the score? This is definitely not a game. no scoring.

What’s the importance of the act of saying it? Look, he has to know. so we’ll see it from there. it might have been the first time i said it, it felt good, if he reciprocates, then maybe this will grow better. if not, then i have been honest enough, and it wouldn’t be my loss, coz i have been true. there will be two different stories for each side of the comeback

What urged you to say it? I have been trying to see what lies behind all these. and it has been blurry. like in a card game, say electronic or not, you will have to lay your cards so your opponents flash their cards as well, and then the game ends, you lose or you win. but in this case, it’s not winning or loosing, it is figuring out which direction to take. the right or the left. both directions, different risks. I was urged more, because i realized that prolonging the situation will not help at all. it must be a jump-and-risk-now-and-see-the-progress from there. not a just-chill-hang-in-to-these-for-now and entertain problems when it’s all too complicate already kinna thing.

In risking, that goes with alot of responsibilities, did you know that? i’ve sorted that out even before i said I love You. I wouldn’t go to a war with nothing. so it is handy.

So what happens when everything falls the way you want it? It will be best.

What if doesn’t? read line number 3 of the answer to the question What’s the importance of the act of saying it?.

Does quitting cigarettes one of your Risks List, if ever? Oh, that’s too minimal.

What is the difference of now and whatever happens next? It’s totally different you wouldn’t want me to explain.

early morning tomato event.

I attended Eng and Baba’s annual birthday bash last friday, and it was a blast.

I was supposed to meet up with some friend but i din’t make it there, because i was at Moons during dinner after being with my father and cousins. Why i opted to go to Eng’s and not meet up with the other friends was beyond them, but you don’t really wanna argue with me. spell C H O I C E. I told OTL i was busy for the night, so he asked if he could abuse his freedom to text me instead. and I couldn’t refuse. I even offered to reply when i can. 

So there, i did go. and i was in my beige top and Levi’s jeans and in stillettos. but before the event i was thinking i would go there decked out in a blond wig and striped prison uniform, with a stuffed Chihuahua — Prison Paris and or i wanted some old school and dressed up like Carrie — long, blond wig, vintage pink prom gown, and lots of fake blood. Man that stuff is sticky. and it is so past halloween. a loser-about-to-die in the making with that. 

I saw, ofcourse Laurinda as i  walked up the stairs going to the door. She hugged me as i greeted her, in teary eye [that's exag] and a li’l chizmax after the warm besos and she shook her head. Eng looked really great in her dress and i couldn’t say more. and her make up? Baba could be someone and something for that. They we’re pretty.

“You look good, and the tummy, good work-out you got to get rid of it,” someone said shaking his head.

“yeah, i’m into alot of this-and-that excersice [and sexcercise thing rolled into my mind], but it’s not enough yet, so i jumped into my binder! “ I said.

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than the waiter walked up and served the beer. everyone got some, while I tried not to get too excited. [drinking with the bosses! i was thinking.. y'know, most of'em in our table was in authority, sups and jan ranny]

and pictures were everywhere with the birthdayer/s..

Games were in,too, but i was downstairs doing the usual after-eating habit, dragon moves, with Yana. I din’t get the gold chance of sitting into Patrick B.’s lap for some gaming. it could’ve been officially my favorite part. but well, evreything went to be my fave as far as the event was concerned.

The night hours passed and we found ourselves watching the DJ area at loft, there were two girls grooving their asses out with the music, one even tried to fix her undies not knowing we were focusing on her like she was in some pay-per-view drama. we broke into laughter, beer and beer and beer. 

We called it a night only after 3 a.m.ish. with all the disco. we were ready to jump into slumber and relaxxx..

I was on the cab with Paulie [whom we saw at Loft] and Jon G.

we went on the same cab since we’re going the same way, we couldn’t be any stupid to go with someone directing to the opposite way right? haha, i mean, yes, i know y’know.

So we dropped off Paulie first, then Jon chilled a bit at my place, since he still have enough time to spare waiting for his gf to log off work. so there, i hopped into a simple top [description of the simple top : it's like a bit loose of a corsette with a long lace entwined in dramatic loop holes, and the lace, mind you, is silk] and on jeans and slippers, no more stilletos for the late night slash very early morning event. yes, believe it or not, Ripley’s [like i said] was still on queue for our-time-together. and was i late, a day late. hehe.

He was already in the food chain where we agreed to meet up at. when i got there, i got myself a soda, to atleast dilute the liquor routing my veins in all directions, feet to brain, clashing like a crazy river. so yes, i was tipsy. but i managed it. no guy would want to hang out with a girl looking like she’s about to puke in two blinks.

we had our usual out of this world conversations.

and then finally, off to our Out Of This World department. y’know. we’re grwon ups now people!

then, Red became the color of the night.

so what does red stands for?

*hit me with tomatoes now*

 got the clue? if not, then you’re bobo. loser.