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Rainy Days and Mondays get me Down
Mood: Not enough tissues in the world. *HONK!*
Theme Song: Stupid Girl - Garbage
Color: Black (does it ever change?)
It's Monday, and I'm sniffling at work, because I've just caught Josh's cold. Great...
Saturday was good though. Got off work (i asked permission, besides, i'm supposed to be having fun this summer! and i love Moog!!!) Anyway, spent the day resting (aka vegging out). The night before I was the only one in the house because the 1st class cadets (graduating class) of my church had a retreat and my family was with them (my parents organized). So all alone, not even that scared of the dark, I kept Pola ( our Yorkie ) company and trusted Elvis ( handsome dalmatian) to guard us.
Was supposed to have lunch with Chevy on Saturday but i was re-reading this book so by the time I finished, I was running late. So cancelled our date (i could see Chev grumbling at me in my head) and went to town to borrow some more books. Me and Chev really like books by Meg Cabot, the author of Princess Diaries. She's really good but it's kinda weird for us to admit she's one of our favorite authors because that's practically tantamount to saying "I like Harry Potter" ("like... duh! you poor sheep!" --my usual response) But she is!!! Anyway, borrowed another Meg Cabot book (for older audiences now), "Boy Meets Girl" which is really sweet and proves yet again what an unlikely sap I am. I stayed in Honey in the Rock (so much smaller now after their renovation) from after lunch to around 8 just reading (of course I ate too. Coffee, cake and dinner - aubergines/eggplant, tomatoes and spinach covered in mozzarella. heaven!), and I almost finished the book.
Moved to Porta Vaga at 8ish coz Honey in the Rock was closing, met up with Chev, who had dinner at this inexpensive Japanese place and I kept on reading. Celery ( Ceres Marie - friend for TRLA) joined us at around 9 and I had to put my book down. Reluctantly... Celery and I were going to the Reggae Ska Fest on the roofdeck so I had to.
I was a little dizzy by that time because I had drunk too much. Iced tea lang naman, me and Chev ordered bottomless iced tea, but they were closing so I rushed through 3-4 glasses just to be sulit (and to think it only cost P30.00 -->shows how chipipay i am). So I got a brain freeze and nausea. Stupid me... So i was feeling drunk on absolutely no alcohol. Great. Such a good girl!
So anyway, Chev went ahead (she had a violin thing the next day so couldn't stay up late) while me and Celery caught up. (Haven't seen each other in months) And I was reminded of why I am single : Boys are way too much bother. Have enough problems as it is. 'Nuff said.
At 10ish we went to the Roofdeck coz the thing was starting. The girl who took my money (i thought it was free... apparently not. Ssigh!) recognized me. Apparently it was Bryant's sister. Bryant was a guy I met at this Christian youth conference I attended during my gap year, run by CCC. He was nice but... well... Let's leave it at that. (See Chev! I can be un-nasty if I want!!!) The one thing I remember about that guy is that at my 18th birthday when I had some girlfriends over (and some of my mums' friends too --> titas give good prezzies) he gatecrashed (okay, he dropped by the house and he didn't know about my all-girls get together) bearing gifts. Flowers for my mum and my sister and this huge bright pink stuffed dog for me. (It was big and ug.... not that nice. I'm trying, Chev!!!) Called it Strawberry, and it's still with us today. I think it's either under Chev's bed or in her closet...
Enough with the tangent thoughts. Back to the "concert" (me and Chev had another argument about the definition of concert last night) : my friend Conrad's band was playing first. I had spent six years of my life with him... In grade school... (Kala niyo iba noh?!) He's got dreads now. They were okay but there were no crushables on his band (lemme just say that was me being nice). The other bands that played were also pretty good. Crushables... well if there were any they were short. Except for this tall skinny logistics guy in a red shirt (Duh! they were all wearing red shirts!) who was kinda cute.
Stop it with the boys already, Ror'!
It was my first time at a reggae/ska anything, so when i say their dance, naaliw ako (I was amused). So cute!!! By the time the second-to-the last band was playing, me and Ceres were boogieing on the (half-empty) dance floor. The fact that I have very few friends in Baguio does wonders for lowering whatever inhibitions I may have left. Basta, I had fun! Who cares what people think anyway right? Okay... maybe it's my histrionic personality asserting itself again.
Got home at two, took a cab and my dad allowed me --> miracle of miracles! Actually the whole night was very... special because my dad's really strict/protective (military man, what else would ya expect?) and it's the first time in my life that I went out in Baguio with permission (there was this one time when I was 16 but the "permission" there was the result of miscommunication).
Sunday was hard. I had little sleep because had to be at church without excuse at 8:30. Good thing one of the good speakers was giving the message or else I'd have been hitting my nose of the floor and injuring myself AGAIN. Good thing, my dad was on the front page of the Inquirer yesterday. It was about the reforms in the military, which he's been spearheading for the longest time and he gets paractically no credit for it (his bosses always get it, and he doesn't even really mind!) So I was very pleased with the article and even prouder (if that's possible) of my dad. So you can see why my standards for men are really high.
Anyway, that's it. I'm tearing in front of my monitor waiting for my site to upload to the intranet. They've allowed me to go home early to rest. (Again, I love Moog!)
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