The longest day

For me to fully function, I need at least 8 hours of sleep. Anything lesser than that can cause mood disorders or sometimes can leave me in a vegitative state. The longest day started at 7:00 am of October 26 and it ended at October 28 at roughly 2:00 am. I was really really exhausted after that day ended to the point that my feet felt numb and I think I was really half-awake by the time that we all got home. FirsT off, let me break it down to you:

FRIDAY NIGHT

After a grueling 8-hour day in the office, I went home and rest for awhile. We were expecting a friend's visit so we also prepped the room and settled at around 8:00 p.m. We had dinner and I was also doing some last minute preparations for the geek fest that I was about to attend to. In between the stress for the con and excitement of a friend's visit, I packed everything that I needed for the next day. At round 10 or 11 p.m. We welcomed our friend who came all the way from Cebu, Deejay. We had some booze, talked and laughed at each other's misery business.

SATURDAY MORNING 

We were still having a round of drinks. At around, 2:00 a.m., while I was already quite tired and sleepy, I received "thee call". Ingress is already starting for the convention at Glorietta's ground zero. If you heard about the BOMBING or IMPLOSION, you might think that I am nuts for still going but yes. I did–because 1.) I had to 2.) being the main representative of the group I am so compelled to be there, 3.) By majority vote, the group decided to join regardless of the consequences. Whether or not, we'll still see the light of day or not, the whole team was prepped to face the unforseen fate. There might still be another explosion but hell cares.

So there, I arrived safely at ground zero and we started with the ingress. In between the cutting, pasting, designing, the whole group listened to RENT and MOULIN ROUGE's soundtrack. I was almost this close to singing along except that I haven't really watched RENT and I didn't memorize lyrics to all the MOULIN ROUGE songs. Everyone was being festive and excited about the whole con. I was really tired and tipsy. I didn't have the energy to do a musical performance. 

Come 9:00 a.m., the RED BULL has worn off. My stomach was growling like a hungry lion. The booth was now.. a booth. Me and my team mate went to doze off at one of the organizer's pad. He invited us in–how gracious of  him. The place wasn't that far. It was a short drive to oblivion. I haven't been in that area. It was near the MAGALLANES MRT station. We had like a 1 hour power nap which was more like a 45 minute one. I was hoping that I could still go home for a quick shower but there was no time. I dozed off and when I woke up. I had a splitting headache…We returned to the venue by 12 noon. Still hungry, I was able to go to the nearest fast food chain at around 1:00 p.m. When I got my order, it seemed surreal. I can't believe I was seeing FOOD right in front of my eyes.  I stayed at the venue until 4:00 p.m. I said I have to leave by 6:30. But I was really spaced out. When I looked at my watch I thought it was already 6:53 p.m. Instead, it was 16:53—meaning 4:53 p.m. 

The lack of sleep has finally taken its toll. By 5:30 p.m. I got home, feeling a bit guilty because I wasn't able to finish all with the welcoming ceremonies to our dear guest. They were at the nearby resto and they asked me to stop by but my legs felt like two enormous logs. I was having a hard time dragging them to the 21st floor. Instead, I begged off and asked them if they could just bring my dinner home. I missed the shopping spree. But anyway, I ain't got the moolah yet. So that's fine.

SATURDAY NIGHT 

I literally plunged into the bed the moment I got home.  Then it was darkness. Around 8:00 p.m.  I woke up, feeling a bit feverish. I almost want to beg off for the party, but  I can't because it's just a once in a lifetime chance that we'd be able to catch up again with this fresh-from-Cebu friend plus we'll be meeting a possible new recruit for our "hotties take over the city' project. So there, at around 10:30 p.m. or so.. Our final guest has arrived–KAT. We immediately headed to CUISINE. There's nothing much going because of the LIQUOR ban for the upcoming election. After a drink we headed to EMBASSY…It was our first time. Like all first times, there's always something unexpected bound to happen. FREAK SHOW in the HOUSE. There was this foreigner who came up–not just a foreigner but a bald 50-something guy who as Deejay said "shook his bon bon" in front of us. We panicked and we run towards the nearest exit….No, not really. Maybe Ariane did. The rest just turned around and dance facing the wall. God!  It was the weirdest experience so far. We partied the night away, may stole others' glances. Ok, I sound like I'm bragging but I roll with these pretty..or shall I say HOT women. I can't help if men in the side would like a piece of that sweet sexy thing. But NO, NO, NO. It was purely a girls' night out. 

SUNDAY MORNING 

My toes were throbbing by the end of the day. I never got used to wearing heels. I was out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow. I wasn't able to do a small talk with the housemates and our guest. It was 2:00 when we got home. Theee longest day of my life. And probably theee longest post so far…

 I wish there's more than 24 hours in a day. O well.

you’re socially-challenged if…

1. You've watched NEVER BEEN KISSED 10 million times.

2. You think SPELLING BEE is a SPORT.

3. National Geographic and Discovery are one of your favorites,if not.. the only channels you know in cable tv.

4. You don't know what "dressing up" means.

5.  You used HIGH-fallutin words to describe yourself.

6. Everyone thinks you speak ALIEN language.

7. You eat at the farthest corner of the cafeteria,possibly near the exit.

8. You're still living at your parents house and you call them "ROOMIES".

9. You're still a VIRGIN.

10. You've attended the SCI-FI convention, at least once.

11. You're alcohol tolerance can be not be measured.  

12. You have perfect SAT scores.

13. You have the entire OST of STAR WARS in your iPod.

14. You have an imaginary friend..until now.

15. You're a teacher's pet.

16.  You're still SINGLE.

17. You have weird hand signals.

18. Your officemates still think you're a NEWBIE.

19. You're parents named you after a star.

20. People would rather talk to a WALL DECOR than you– a WALL FLOWER.

~~ end for now~~

I can partially conclude that, I am socially-challenged. 

spoliarium

spoliarium (Imago)

Originally written by Eraserheads

Lyrics 

Bagay sa tagay nights. On a laid back weekend, you can't help but to listen to laid back tunes. Mellow sounds can always relax both your body and soul specially if you had an uber stressful. You'd just wish that you can teleport like Hiro Nakamura. But since you can't eto magpakasenti ka na lang. Enjoy! I'm going back to work now..darn org charts!

left behind

Simply put..Nawalat sa Pancitan.. Iniwan sa Pansitan.. As planned we were supposed to go to Singapore this moment. There were no formal plans whatsoever. Or so I thought..Until I read the post of my cousin in her multiply site. Under the events section..The title struck me. It says.."Welcome to Singapore" and the date was today–Oct 11, 2007. WTF? I never ever got any message saying "Hey are you still game for Singapore? We already bought tickets?" Ok.ok. I did say that I'm not sure if I'd be able to go since a.) I don't have a passport and b.) I don't have enough money. The thing is when I asked them a few weeks ago, they said "It's still tentative"–meaning it might be moved to another date. At least that's how I thought of it. Even if I did show little enthusiasm of going because I am so stuck at work and I am so broke, I did show a tinge of effort by getting a passport. I just got it last week. They could have at least…at the very least have the decency to remind me that "hey, we're gonna bounce! Are you coming or not?" I just felt left out when all of a sudden they just decided to go and didn't even bother to text or call me. Am I being over sensitive? If I am, please slap me in the face! Right now! I just felt a bit betrayed. Let's say they didn't really mean to exclude me from their plans, they might have really thought that I AM 100% SURE THAT THERE IS NO CHANCE IN HELL THAT I COULD MAKE IT! Well, they could have AT THE VERY LEAST.. informed me. After all, when they decided to go there, they did invite me if I wanted to go. When I said 'I wasn't sure' There's a possibility that I would say YES or NO.. And when I asked them before if the trip will still push through..I didn't get a straight answer… So please tell if me I don't have the right to cuss and whine? I mean of all people! You are my family. What the hell is this? I mean if you plan to go there all by yourselves that's absolutely fine with me. But please, please just tell that you're excluding me from your plans because at least I'd know and I wouldn't have this tinge of uncertainly and hope of still joining your trip. I would very much appreciate it if you could say it to my face..  So ok, I sound bitter. I admit it because I am hurt.Hurt and betrayed by the fact that you among all people were insensitive.  Call me pathetic, shallow or whatever. If there's any miscommunication on my part, I am sorry. But please just don't discount the fact that I do care and I do want to be with all of you. That being said, I end this post. You all go have a ball!

here lies the constant blogger…

Here I am because you told me so…You know who you are..I'm a newbie.. However, I've been blogging since 2005.  I'm a late bloomer and a techie-idiot too. I'm still trying to figure out things. So expect multiple layout disorder. So far, it looks gothic but that's fine.. I'm old school. It's purple for now. Who knows, if I get the knack out of editing them maybe it'll be fancier. I know…I'm boring! But it's 2 in the morning and I am two hours away from singing Gwen Stefani's  4 in the morning. I'm nocturnal but my creative juices runs out easily.. I just got an ambush massage treatment care of my housemate.. Well, for some reason everything seems to be fuzzy and I'm trying my best to remain lucid. We went to this fancy spa out-of- the-blue. I wasn't planning to go out. Not on a Friday night. Primary reason is that I am a boring person. Contrary to popular belief, I am laid back. And I am definitely lazy during Friday nights. But out of coercion, I usually get dragged into bars to grab a drink or two. What else can I say? I have this itch that I can't stop…for writing I mean. I have multiple blog accounts. Believe me it's hard to maintain every single damn thing! I think I'll be having multiple personality by the end of year. 

So what can you expect from this one…Well, in as much as I would like to tell you about squirrels, chirping birds and frolicking nymphs..Sorry to disappoint you. You have entered the wrong site."Abandon hope all ye that enters here", as Dante would say. My life is not about happy endings nor scary movies. Happiness is just a phase and well.. scary movies are part of being young and underpaid. Do not expect mushiness..Well, maybe once and a while.  You won't usually read tee-hee moments. None of those have a place in my so-called online journal.

 I'll tell you what you'll read. Self-absorption. Well..this is my blog isn't it.? It's all about the mishaps of the black baligang. Black baligang? Well, if you'd return constantly, you might just know why I am called as such. Eyes on the blog! It's gonna be about the spoiled brat. Well actually, I am not that spoiled..Believe me, I am not in denial. I know because I am an only child.. My attention span may be limited to my own little world. Expect sarcasm. More often than not, I am sarcastic…well, bordering from sweet to bitter sarcasm. But that's just who I am. I can't help it. Definitely expect lapses in grammar, spelling and punctuation. I get to lazy to edit stuff. My blogs are usually spawned out of sheer boredom and well..most of the time a pathetic excuse for a cathartic [is there such a word?] session. I am my own shrink. I don't have enough luxury to get a professional. Writing gives me enough space for a rant fest, to unload excess baggage. Simply put, an avenue for…whining and complaining. Yes, I complain a lot.   

So here lies the constant blogger… No turning back because just like my favorite quote says, Life is like NINTENDO without a RESET button.

scream @ you later.

Tchuss!