I was driving in Makati tonight and I realized that in about 4 days the festive lights would be nothing but a sorry reminder that the 2006 yuletide season is over. The anticipation and excitement is over, and it's even sadder that this certain feeling, for me, fades as the years pass...

Mission Accomplished

Finally! I got drunk last Friday. What a massive success! Super successful it took nine (9) boys and one girl to make me sober.

Funny thing is that I remember everything that happened that night. I have no black spots in my memory. Top ten signs that I am drunk:

10. Loudness of voice multiplied by 4.
9. I start calling everyone "Pare". Even the girls.
8. I grab someone else's drink to see if it has alcohol in it. I finish the drink in case I am not certain whether indeed it has alcohol or not.
7. I cry over the stupidest thing.
6. I read and reply to text messages aloud.
5. I tell people I know what they are doing even when they're really not doing anything.
4. I tell a young partner that he could have been really really fine if only he didn't have swinging moods like he had a menstrual period everyday.
3. I toast to everything. To the past, the present and the future.
2. I debate with myself on whether I am pretty or "just" cute.
1. I am brought to starbucks to have coffee, slouch on a seat and sleep until it's time to go home.

Thank you boys and Jade, for taking care of me. Mission accomplished. Until the next inom, next year.

Merry Christmas!

Pics from our office Christmas Party!

This is me making fun of newbie.

I harassed him, by the way. Asked if he found older women attractive. Having been once a member of the Opus Dei, hindi yata sanay sa ganung jokes (in public). So he kinda turned really red and I had to remind him it was all a joke. Hindi sha ang crush ko.

Together with the V of V&A. And the fun batch of VA-2003.

My "thank you" speech. I was so surprised I forgot to thank my fellow associates in the department. Thank you all for a wonderful year.

Since there were too many cameras we didn't know where to look.

This is the IP Department, sans E. We missed you, E. And I'll miss the 4 others who are leaving. Haay.

__ days into oblivion. And counting.

Scene from the story I am writing (in my head):

Girl: (realizing the guy was watching her while she fixes her things) What?
Guy: (bashfully) Nothing. I'm just enjoying the moment.
Girl: ...
Guy: ...
Girl: (in her head: what moment? we are not having a "moment"!)
Guy: Can't you sit down?
Girl: (panic growing inside her) No. I'm busy fixing my things. I have to walk around to gather my stuff and put them inside this plastic bag. See?
Guy: Okay.
Girl: I need coffee.

Happy Monday!

I woke up at 330 this morning. Now I'm at work and verrry sleeepy.

I've realized that I like mcdonald's over jollibee. Wait, that's not accurate. I don't like jollibee, period. Except for their chocolate sundae.

The other night (2 am - so i should say "morning", actually), I got hungry watching tv. I didn't want to get dressed just to go down to mini-stop, so I decided to just call mcdo's 24 hour delievery service. I was on qeue for 5 minutes. So I called jollibee instead. After 2 rings, jollibee answered. Then came the hardest part: I didn't know what to order. "Whatever me" (- my niece's favorite expression).

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I had a lot of fun last friday night at a party where i was istariray for a bit. There was a live pianoman and we sang a whole array of songs, from cole porter to sergio mendez to frank sinatra to "miss kita kung christmas" to madonna to regine velasquez to somewhere out there to it might be you to jingle bells. FUN.

Afterwards we hit a bar in rockwell, with girls from another firm and their guy friends and my guy friends and although i was hesitant in the beginning because i wasn't sure if it was a good idea to crash the girls' set plan, i realized it was a great idea to go there because i had jamba juice which had vodka in it and immediately i got buzzed which i didn't get earlier in the party even though i've had more than a bottle of red or a few shots of tequila so im going back to that bar in rockwell to have 3 mugs of that jamba juice we were there til 4 am i liked hanging out with that group wait maybe minus one guy (or make that two) and we were toasting like certified drunkee-monkees

am sleepy

Found this blog owned by a certain girl. I don't know her. I just snoop around the net.

Anyway, in one entry she was answering a Meme (have yet to look up its exact definition). Her answers to the following question is quite brilliant.

"Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before?
Tangina mo, siyempre hinde. Better to be totally desensitized. Better to not have loved at all! Besides, love is one corny little fucker."

Funny. Funny. Funny.

I need food.

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NO COMMENT. Ha ha.

So far i've had 3 people ask me about what I wrote one posting ago. "What happened to him?" "Was that how you met him?" and "Ikaw ba si Stella?"

First, I'm not Stella. Though I think Stella is a good name. Stella is the character in the story I'm writing.

Second, what happened to him I'll tell you about in a bit.

Third, was that how I met who? I didn't meet anyone at a coffee place. The guy is a fictional character. Come to think of it, every guy is fictional. Or fictitious.

As to what happened to him...

(continuation)

The moment I recover my bearing I take a good look at his face and shoot him my dagger look. I freeze-frame with the angriest expression I could muster, complete with you're-an-idiot thought balloon hanging 5 centimeters over my head. He, on the other hand, looks sheepish and apologetic but steely, I cut him. I say, "____________."

(whoops, boss is calling me. to be continued)