I woke up at 6 and with an hour of sleep, I could not jumpstart my system into functioning properly. I felt like floating. When Boss left the office at 3, I rested my head on my hands folded on my desk and closed my eyes. Ew. My hand was covered with a spoonful of drool when I came back to consciousness. Officemates thought it was mighty funny. Off to badminton we went. I played a couple of games before lying on the benches. I tried hard not to doze off, though. Afterwards, we hanged out in the staff house, stuffed ourselves silly with KFC, and watched 50 First Dates. Whoa... Amber is the color of your energy. 311 makes me mind-orgasmic. By 11, I could barely keep my eyes open. I hailed a cab and finally drifted off to deep sleep in my bed by midnight.
I had no plans of going out last Saturday because I was dang broke. Pop's psychic. He knew! I even tried to deceive him that I'm just going to settle for a movie or two but he knew better. Nothing could keep me at home on a Saturday night except for bankruptcy. Chevy called me at around 7PM to meet up in ATC. They just came from the airport to drop her parents off. We watched The Wedding Crashers which was side-splitting. It was Chevy's last weekend before going back to Cali so we had to go clubbing. The original plan was Embassy. From Alabang, we took a cab to Project 8 just so Chevy can change outfits. I SMSed Randolf and he said he was going to be in Temple. The plan changed to Temple. A little wave introduced me to this cutie named Jeff who stuck by my side the rest of the night which wasn't so bad because he was cute. I met Viva Hot Babe Hazel Cabrera who is such a sweetie. Too bad it was too dark so our photos together in my phone were shitty. Oh lookee, it rhymes. Jeff dropped me off at home at 5:30AM. Ah, sleep.
And that concludes my little story. By the way, the title for this post is Greek for Fuck you, Asshole. Go figure who's the Greek guy I got it from.
*.* as if! @ 4:04:00 PM • • RBJ