and then it rained down on me...

weekend's up. can't wait.

rainy august weekends provide the perfect weather for all night drinking sessions with my buds. three girls in my gang have august weekend birthdays this year. aug15-GuitarGoddess, aug21- LostStudent, aug28- NurseDeji. GuitarGoddess' birthday was a blast, got drunk an hour after arriving at her party, woke up the following day without a hangover! blame it on the 151 and vodkavanilya. hehehe. the week after, LostStudent's party was fun too. 151 was there to scare me, but i brought Sweet80sContraDiva with me so she was the one who got the scare. bwahahaha. made sure she only got 2 shots of 151 though so she could still drive us home. i only had one tall 151 and that was enough to make my night fun. MotherSoccer (my "this is my 13th shot!" buddy) and i paired up again and we came up with Patok Mix: a groovy reta segue-ing of old jeepney hits (it actually started with a bananarama-garte medley). Oh, Felix and DKit were there too. left the party early, again, but it was okay. i'm sure they missed me.

tomorrow is another party day. i hope i get into party mood...fast!

was on the verge of breaking down when i got on a cab on my way to work. almost didn't go to work, but i had nowhere else to go. thought of hanging out at the bar across the street, but it was closed. had a big fight with my bebe. all because of cable and my jurassic tv. it wasn't even my tv's fault, it was the storm's...or storms's. sure, we had fights before but this was different. this time i ran out of the house clutching my bag, not looking back, rain pouring down on me...perfect setting for a drama queen. i left him begging, and i was too hurt to stop running away from him.

i like it when it rains, but when rains bring about tumultuous relationships, they don't seem that appealing to me.

welcome me.

i'm back.

i'm back to my other universe..the one that makes me believe that i am a powerful, influential money making individual, the one that pays me to bullshit people. haha! how interesting. i describe myself as a heartless cruel person getting rich by being a heartless cruel person. evil.

i've been sheltered for the past few weeks...like i was relaxing but really i wasn't. i was transported to my alternate universe, and i haven't been there for a while. it was relaxing in a way though, not being in front of the pc and not having to talk to people you don't really wanna talk to. i spent the past weeks in the hospital. while my kid was recuperating, i was too...from unwanted stress, unfounded fears, adulterated passion (waaah!!! this doesn't sound too harmful...) regaining my strength only to lose it again. oh well...that sounds good enough for me.

i had coffee with a friend last night, before heading for work. it was a nice night to have coffee, and it was nice to spend time with someone who appreciated me. not that i love hanging out with people who dont appreciate me. i had been feeling bluesy these past days.. knowing i wasn't the only one was assuring. so i dont kn0w if it was just my cafe mocha or i was anxious to get back to work - i felt jittery stepping out of the cab infront of my building.

a phone call away is my future, hopefully. this cool friend was nice enough to hook me up with a person who could make me rich..hehehe. hopefully soon, though, coz i have lots to buy!! i think i'm a potential shopaholic. tsk. well, still i think i'm a sensible shopaholic. so that's not really bad, is it?

swimming in libido

I DO NOT READ SEX BOOKS.

until recently. well, i didn't really read it, i just browsed through it, as is the norm of people who unknowingly find themselves in that section...yeah right.

the book title is Good Sex. it's like a horoscope thing. and this is my most recent discovery:
"Tantric sex comes easily to you (me, in this case) as you are very in tune with your mystical side and value the spiritual connection that sex offers. Sex for you is not an animal act or something coarse or vulgar: It is a transcendental experience, a spiritual experience that is almost druglike for you if done with the right person. "

this is only true for peeps born between feb 19-march 21. the water sign.

aaahh...yes, now i understand why.

"The nefarious clutches of her fiendish fingers..."

read gaiman's coraline. i like it.