Gaga Gang (2)

I didn't eat a single thing today but it's fine because I look good and I wore stockings with my Chucks so fuck you.

I'm nice and I just came to dance. But don't spill your drink on me or I'll cut your face.

Any takers?

After our mandatory cam whore session, Shey and I finally went down to Cinna Bar at the lobby where we had our complimentary drinks and continued to snap away a little more.

This is for the times we didn't get to drink shit-faced together when we needed to do so very much.

Just before midnight, we hit up Greenbelt. We went to Ice Vodka Bar for the mojitos. The drinks were fine but the music was mediocre. The DJ seemed like some random pundit who experimented with the sound system and based his tracks on a list of horrible songs usually played by aweful radio stations. No wonder there's only two people dancing; a pasty caucasian guy who occasionally wiped the floor with his pants and his partner, a Filipino girl who would later wipe the former's jizz off her mouth.

I remembered these to be better.

Bored with Greenbelt, we decided to check out LAX at the bay side of Mall of Asia's complex. I expected a lot since the club opened with DJ Samantha Ronson spinning. I'm not sure if it's the poor facade or the sad line outside, but we decided to leave without even trying to get in. Basically, we just went from Makati to MOA to pee.

I recall having a great time at Ascend a few weeks ago so Shey and I jumped in a cab and headed to The Fort. I was initially disappointed becase (1) the club stank of cigarette smoke and (2) the track list was so hip-hop. They played Nelly and some tunes I used to love when I was in high school. Once Daft Punk got into the mix however, I was a happy boy. Then I just completely lost my shit when Lady Gaga exploded from the speakers. And by that I mean I was dancing like a maniac and Shey was, too, then she knocked my drink off my hand and spilled it all over the damn floor. But of course no one cared. It was sick. I loved it.

It's mainly hip-hop with a punch of electronica and dance, finished with a lot of hotness.

There's nothing like dancing like a sweaty beast, drinking like a fish and smelling like shit when partying.

At 3 am, we decided to leave since I had to work five hours later. Shey and I made a little video while looking for a cab but I deleted it because it's too painful to watch.

We had to drop by McDonald's (Greenbelt) because there's nothing like pigging out after drinking and dancing.--- That bitch of a crew member messed up our orders which we didn't notice until we hopped in a cab so we had to make another stop (Mini Stop) for a bottle of water.

This is me stuffing my face with junk.

Anyway, it was a good night. No, it was an awesome night.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Bitch even ruined her stockings.

Hello 911? I think I'm about to get murdered by my friend.

We should do this again soon.

Gaga Gang (1)

As I've mentioned, this weekend was so much fun albeit tiring. My good friend Shey from Iloilo visited and you know some crazy shit went down. The reason I say that is because we do things that we normally wouldn't do with other people (i.e. run along EDSA while rain is pouring, or eat at KFC in two separate tables and pretend we don't know each other).

Meet Shey. She gets paid to write about flirting and seduction.

We booked a room at the Renaissance Makati where we took tons of pictures of course. Spending a night there by the way is already crazy because we're both currently poor so yeah, any sponsorship for our next bonding time together would be greatly appreciated.

Once done with saying how much we miss each other, unpacking and cam-whoring, we headed to Greenbelt which is just across the street and had dinner at Cafe Mediterranean. Surprisingly, Shey now eats a decent amount of food. This is bad news for me because I'm used to finishing everything.

"I hate my hair." "I hate my skin."

The with and the emo kid.

Thank god for mirrors.

What?

Around 11 pm, when we couldn't take any more pictures (within the confines of the room at least), we finally decided to leave and hit the clubs.

Unfortunately, diamonds are forming in my bladder right now and I'm starvation central so I'll finish this next time, ok? Again, blame PLDT because our phone and DSL won't get connected until 1 or 2 weeks from now. That's fucked up.

Coming up:

Bye for now!

Craziness All Over: Moi On Youngblood

My gawd! Last weekend was so freakin' insane! It was super fun albeit tiring. First, yours truly is now working the day shift acting as one of the (tor)mentors of the newbies at work. Then, my very, very good friend Shey came over from Iloilo for 2 days of debauchery--more on that next time when I have all the photos uploaded. Lastly, I almost shit my pants yesterday when I found out the Philippine Daily Inquirer, the biggest daily in the country, published my article under their Youngblood section!

It really is a dream come true because I've been a big fan of Youngblood since high school. I have all the three books. I've never been confident enough though to actually submit an article, until about two weeks ago.

I wrote the article way back in January/February for our office blog but it never got published for some reason. The next thing I know, my former supervisor and a colleague were congratulating me upon entering the office yesterday morning.

It sucks that I never got a copy but my father is a subscriber so there's one at home. Ugh. I'm so ecstatic about it.

More of these soon:

Good night!

Random Rants

Gym

It's good to be back at the gym. I've been feeling guilty lately for not exercising enough so after about a month of not working out, I decided to do some crunches and lift some weights today. There was a hottie there and the music was pretty hot so I lasted an hour and a half instead of the usual 60 minutes.

Activities

In the last month, I've been busy being sick, applying for a job, getting laid, and renting videos at Video City. I know it's so late but it wasn't until last week that I got to watch Milk. It's pretty good. Touching. I almost cried. Tonight I'll watch Elephant, another Gus Van Sant film.

July is just around the corner and hopefully all my plans will fall through to make it a more exciting month than June. My job is already shitty so I need the non-work related aspects of my life to be good.

Goodbyes

It's unfortunate that I don't have his picture, but we have a pet French poodle named King Kong. He has a black, very curly coat. We have to give him away because we can't take care of him anymore and he pees on the couch, floor, pillows, every-fucking-where. It's saddening but I'd be lying if I don't find peace and comfort in his departure. It's for the better anyway.

(I used to like dogs. I still do. But the dogs I usually wind up with lately are the human kind.)

Speaking of departures, Michael Jackson's death is so tragic isn't it? Too bad we won't be seeing what was supposed to be a great comeback. Anyway, I'll miss you both King Kong and MJ.

Antbiotic Days

The last time I went to work is exactly one week ago. Thanks to my inflammed throat, which has been fucked up for 2 weeks now, I'm left with only 2 days of paid leave credits to last me six months.

I saw the doctor last Monday. He prescribed me Augmentin, which is so fucking expensive, and Orahex. I swear, I hate spending for meds. It's Friday now and my throat is still not completely back to normal. I'm praying I'll be all well and dandy on Monday because I unfortunately have to go back to work by then.

Enough of that stuff though. What I don't mind burning my money for though are nice things just like these espadrilles from Zara. These are the shoes that the Cebu Pacific FA in my last post covets.

That's all for now. Happy weekend!

Cebu Pacific Flight 373

Thanks to flight attendant Life, this turbulent, yet uneventful flight got fun.

I sat by the aisle and while doing the head count, he passed by my row and made a quick second glance at my shoes. About ten minutes later, he approached me.

FA: Sir tanong lang po. Pwede po malaman kung saan nyo nabili yung shoes nyo?
Me: Zara.
FA: Mmm...

Later on, he just had to come back and asked how much I got the shoes for, which Zara store I got it from, and during deplaning, he even made a joke about me leaving the shoes behind.

I love shit like this.

Catching Up

It's insane how I've been out of the circulation lately. I honestly cannot believe I'm surviving without Internet connection available 24/7.

This is me about 3 or 4 years ago.

Anyway, I arrived yesterday from my brief weekend getaway. I went home to visit my parents, relatives and friends and ate all the lechon and seafood I could stuff my face with.

I needed that break, really. Philippine Fashion Week came and went, the A(H1N1) flu is starting to spread, but I somehow didn't care so much. I've been too busy with other things.

Applying for a visa is a bitch isn't it?

P.S.
The photo above was taken by a then 4 year-old nephew in the elementary school I went to which is literally just in front of our house.