Thursday, December 27, 2007

and we're back to it...

i'm at work right now yet i don't feel like working.


can you tell just how bored i am?

on a low note

if there is one thing that turns me off more than anything else, it's dishonesty. so please try and stop as sooner or later, i find out things that you don't want me knowing in the first place. which of course, causes me more grief because i know i've been lied to or as you would most likey say "lied to by process of ommission" .... which will lead me to the conclusion that you must think that i'm stupid or an idiot and will proceed to make me rethink what you are doing in my life in the first place.

so do me a favour, better yet, do yourself a favour and just come straight out with what you have to say rather than slipping in the later days... and trust me, you've been caught a few dozen times already.


on a better note, i hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and that you didn't stuff yourselves with too much turkey and mashed potatoes.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

blue flame

i seem to have taken an averse dislike for tequila. on friday night's get-together, i was uber happy that Jose was there to keep the party going but on my first shot, i just couldn't seem to down him at all.

i feel exactly like leah does, outrageously nauseous at the smell of the alcohol in it.

now i wonder, how the hell am i going to drink next friday night?!?

Friday, December 21, 2007

junk in a box

yesterday, in the process of looking for a box of pajamas somewhere in our storage, i stumbled upon another box which i have not seen for a long time. i was hooting and screaming with laughter when the curious husband decided to see what i was doing and came in the bedroom and saw that i have filled half of our bed with what he called "junk".

this "junk" is probably one of my most treasured possessions. four diaries that date back to as far as 1994. notes & letters from my elementary and high school days. cards from my family who constantly wrote to me when i left manila. a birthday card my dad sent the year he was away in Saudi Arabia. a scrapbook filled with photos. an old "autograph" book. memories upon memories upon memories worth of "junk".

it seems that almost half of my life was laying quietly in that box, waiting for it to be opened and walked through. i cannot believe how many memories stumbled in my mind upon slowly going through the contents. and because i feel like reminiscing ---

- my first kiss with harold on our "wedding day"
- justine & i and our drama in grade six... not being in the same class is tough and a little "heart-to-heart" was needed to clear up some air
- crushing on stephen g. & that "almost" kiss we shared when my silly brother interrupted
- there was the randy, nino, henry, riel, chris, ivan & jason phase
- the drama with the 'ex' best friends

and so on... and so forth...

with the upcoming new year, it's kind of nice to be able to go and backtrack through my life and see how much i've grown up. from the days of "dear diary" to "hey journal" to "aloha xangans" and now to my "blogger readers", i see that i'm still trying to ensure that my life is stamped and solidified through all these memories.

the question now is, DO YOU?

Monday, December 17, 2007

he's "NOT" drunk

on saturday night, BPI held it's christmas party at the sutton place hotel where there was great live music, good food & even better desserts, and an open bar. as the hubby and i did not bother checking into the hotel for the night, i decided that for the first time, i will be the designated driver & let the hubby enjoy his night with his new-found best friend, mike.

after a few shots of baccardi & JD, the hubby was feeling more "happy" than usual. by the end of the night, i lost count after 12 shots and he still kept on. when it was mentioned to him that he was drunk, his infamous reply was "I'm not drunk, i'm just funny".

*sigh* --- i've never seen him THIS bad. and to think i had to lug him all the way home.