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there is an incessant hammering and drilling going on around here. not in my head, which i'm used to, but LITERALLY.. outside and at the apartment next door. sweaty men with jackhammers, ballpeen hammers and what-have-yous making enough noise to wake up the dead (in this case it would be me, since i usually sleep like a corpse). then i realize that i am soooo screwed.
see, work for me is going to be at 9pm-6am starting this week. so, say, i get home at 630, freshen up then have breakfast while waiting for my boyfriend to go online, chat with him until 10 or even 12 noon.. by the time i fall asleep, it's going to be unbearably hot AND the noise will be at its worst. so so screwed!!! i have half a mind to crash somewhere else during the weekdays. i actually have a great idea about that already, but i don't think it's going to fly, because it would involve a crush.. and the way i'm fascinated with him is getting a bit unhealthy.
so i'm going to be back on the nightshift. as my boyfriend asked, "meaning your nightlife is going to be dead?" YES, FINALLY. the only reason why i'm not complaining is that i still get weekends off :)
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Saturday night was thankfully a much calmer one compared to that of the other week. when i got to Penguin, i ordered JASMINE TEA then EGGPLANT LASAGNA. usually i go straight to the alcohol. when Henry, our friend Chad's boyfriend, ordered a pitcher of margarita, i literally cringed. it took me over an hour to finish that glass. the next few drinks that followed were also taken in s l o w l y. the past nights out and Friday night's debaucherous consumption of alcohol makes me want to join AA already. or detox. or just cut back on the shit.
anyway, Coco's boyfriend Totel, who was the least wasted among us last Saturday at MDC, gave us a rundown of the things that happened after my consciousness decided to bounce that night. i'm not even going to freak out about it anymore, since i've already done that when the horrible stories were being told.
"Remember the Korean-looking guy who talked to you for a long time, mistaking you for someone else so he bought you a drink instead?"
"No."
"Eh how about the guy who danced with you and then his girlfriend came storming over?"
"Wehhh? No!"
"You still recall showing me your bruise below your hip?"
"OMIGOD!!! Noooooooooooo! Why on earth would i do that?!"
"But you DO remember dancing like crazy onstage and even doing a Marilyn Monroe by the fan?"
"Fuck you!!! SHUT. UP!!! You're such a liaaaaaaaaaar!!!"
unfortunately, he wasn't lying. maybe there's a reason why we don't remember certain things anymore. sometimes, we're just better off not remembering, i guess. ignorance can indeed be bliss. of course, it's always better if everyone else forgets about it too.
yet another reason why i'm glad that i'll be thrown back to the nightshift.
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can anyone explain to me how SMART prepaid's balance inquiry message works? why does it say that i have 3 mins of local calls and 65+ text messages? then i never make calls but i run out of load before making those 65+ messages. weird. i'm so buying a Globe sim next week.
ok, time to sleep AGAIN. the hammering riot has slightly subsided. i'm going to take advantage of this comparably quiet time. goodnight, yo.
see, work for me is going to be at 9pm-6am starting this week. so, say, i get home at 630, freshen up then have breakfast while waiting for my boyfriend to go online, chat with him until 10 or even 12 noon.. by the time i fall asleep, it's going to be unbearably hot AND the noise will be at its worst. so so screwed!!! i have half a mind to crash somewhere else during the weekdays. i actually have a great idea about that already, but i don't think it's going to fly, because it would involve a crush.. and the way i'm fascinated with him is getting a bit unhealthy.
so i'm going to be back on the nightshift. as my boyfriend asked, "meaning your nightlife is going to be dead?" YES, FINALLY. the only reason why i'm not complaining is that i still get weekends off :)
* * *
Saturday night was thankfully a much calmer one compared to that of the other week. when i got to Penguin, i ordered JASMINE TEA then EGGPLANT LASAGNA. usually i go straight to the alcohol. when Henry, our friend Chad's boyfriend, ordered a pitcher of margarita, i literally cringed. it took me over an hour to finish that glass. the next few drinks that followed were also taken in s l o w l y. the past nights out and Friday night's debaucherous consumption of alcohol makes me want to join AA already. or detox. or just cut back on the shit.
anyway, Coco's boyfriend Totel, who was the least wasted among us last Saturday at MDC, gave us a rundown of the things that happened after my consciousness decided to bounce that night. i'm not even going to freak out about it anymore, since i've already done that when the horrible stories were being told.
"Remember the Korean-looking guy who talked to you for a long time, mistaking you for someone else so he bought you a drink instead?"
"No."
"Eh how about the guy who danced with you and then his girlfriend came storming over?"
"Wehhh? No!"
"You still recall showing me your bruise below your hip?"
"OMIGOD!!! Noooooooooooo! Why on earth would i do that?!"
"But you DO remember dancing like crazy onstage and even doing a Marilyn Monroe by the fan?"
"Fuck you!!! SHUT. UP!!! You're such a liaaaaaaaaaar!!!"
unfortunately, he wasn't lying. maybe there's a reason why we don't remember certain things anymore. sometimes, we're just better off not remembering, i guess. ignorance can indeed be bliss. of course, it's always better if everyone else forgets about it too.
yet another reason why i'm glad that i'll be thrown back to the nightshift.
* * *
can anyone explain to me how SMART prepaid's balance inquiry message works? why does it say that i have 3 mins of local calls and 65+ text messages? then i never make calls but i run out of load before making those 65+ messages. weird. i'm so buying a Globe sim next week.
ok, time to sleep AGAIN. the hammering riot has slightly subsided. i'm going to take advantage of this comparably quiet time. goodnight, yo.