tee-hee
did a slightly-naughty thing last night. feigned sickness and left work barely 4 hours after loggin in. our lead offered to just exempt me from taking calls, but i said that i really wanted to sleep my"throbbing headache" away at home. 15 minutes later, i was entering venezia in my jeans and birks.
shet, desperado gumimik.
it was a friend's birthday and she was already smashed by the time i arrived.. nothing new there. joel was bummed because this pretty-boy-chinoy he was eyeing was dancing with 2 overweight indian men. i said it was a "match made in united colors of benetton heaven". he decided to take pictures of the pretty lights instead.
the painter was in halo so we went there. how liberating.. they allowed us to smoke inside! will head there again tonight. big electronica event. "come in style, get in for free", the flyer says. haha. define style? joel continued to take pictures of pretty lights and also "dancing queens". i have to badger him to post those pictures soon.
6am saw us trudging our tired asses to north park. 11am saw me hailing a cab somewhere in malate.
the painter is sweet.
and i can't help but feel as if i'm falling into the same trap again. we're going out tonight and wednesday night, though. something i haven't done in a long time. at least i'm not hidden from public view. at least we can actually be seen together.
* * *
earlier last night, we celebrated the said drunken girl's birthday at Tbar. i was surprised to find several of my high school batchmates. mostly her posse, some of them i hardly spoke 5 sentences to during our entire high school life. and there we were, drinking, laughing and talking. made promises to add each other in friendster (god, what a lifestyle).
that was really nice.
i think one of the best equalizers is growing up. not that we were superior over one another back then, we just had some prefixed notion of each other. maarte. mayabang. feeling-sosy. malandi. you know how it is in high school. most everyone was into labelling. and i'm not just talking about batchmates. some girls from my high school invited me to their friendsters. these were girls who spread some not-so-lovely gossip about me back then. puh-leaze. either they forgot what they said about me before, or they just want to "have more friends" on their list (which is something i totally do not get). whatever.
correct what i said. one of the best equalizers is friendster.
good god, did i just say that?
* * *
i'm beginning to dread going to work. it's semi-painful to wake up at 10pm knowing that i'll be an annoyed wreck by 9am. and for a not-so-blinding salary either. and holy shit, the routine!!! it's enough to make me want to strangle myself with the Avaya phone cord.
i know i have no right to complain. there are about a gazillion exploitative jobs that don't pay for anything and at least i AM employed. but really, i'm getting sick of my work. i can transfer. i can go back to school. but i think i'm gonna keep torturing myself a little more.
i'm a masochist, after all.
shet, desperado gumimik.
it was a friend's birthday and she was already smashed by the time i arrived.. nothing new there. joel was bummed because this pretty-boy-chinoy he was eyeing was dancing with 2 overweight indian men. i said it was a "match made in united colors of benetton heaven". he decided to take pictures of the pretty lights instead.
the painter was in halo so we went there. how liberating.. they allowed us to smoke inside! will head there again tonight. big electronica event. "come in style, get in for free", the flyer says. haha. define style? joel continued to take pictures of pretty lights and also "dancing queens". i have to badger him to post those pictures soon.
6am saw us trudging our tired asses to north park. 11am saw me hailing a cab somewhere in malate.
the painter is sweet.
and i can't help but feel as if i'm falling into the same trap again. we're going out tonight and wednesday night, though. something i haven't done in a long time. at least i'm not hidden from public view. at least we can actually be seen together.
* * *
earlier last night, we celebrated the said drunken girl's birthday at Tbar. i was surprised to find several of my high school batchmates. mostly her posse, some of them i hardly spoke 5 sentences to during our entire high school life. and there we were, drinking, laughing and talking. made promises to add each other in friendster (god, what a lifestyle).
that was really nice.
i think one of the best equalizers is growing up. not that we were superior over one another back then, we just had some prefixed notion of each other. maarte. mayabang. feeling-sosy. malandi. you know how it is in high school. most everyone was into labelling. and i'm not just talking about batchmates. some girls from my high school invited me to their friendsters. these were girls who spread some not-so-lovely gossip about me back then. puh-leaze. either they forgot what they said about me before, or they just want to "have more friends" on their list (which is something i totally do not get). whatever.
correct what i said. one of the best equalizers is friendster.
good god, did i just say that?
* * *
i'm beginning to dread going to work. it's semi-painful to wake up at 10pm knowing that i'll be an annoyed wreck by 9am. and for a not-so-blinding salary either. and holy shit, the routine!!! it's enough to make me want to strangle myself with the Avaya phone cord.
i know i have no right to complain. there are about a gazillion exploitative jobs that don't pay for anything and at least i AM employed. but really, i'm getting sick of my work. i can transfer. i can go back to school. but i think i'm gonna keep torturing myself a little more.
i'm a masochist, after all.