Saturday, October 20, 2007

How to Best End a Crazy Week

Spot the mass murderer. When their pictures are pitted against those of certain software programmers, it's not as easy as you think.

Listening to an acoustic version of Agent Orange and missing NU and remembering today is REMOTE CONTROL WEEKEND and remembering yesterday at mag:net's Happy Hour (cocktails at P280 -- fallen in love with Tequila Sunrise), with the college buds, when we left just before In the Raw, In the Flesh opened full blast. Saw (and heard) Shannon and Russ (?) and thought, damn, Mayee could do that. Host a radio show. Felt a little strange hearing numbers again, when they talked about living expenses and taxes and shit like that, when living abroad, but absorbed and filed insights under the nice-to-know category.

Then yet another basagan at U.P. Village. Bixie muttered it's highly probable she no longer gets drunk anymore. And I think, after the outing karaoke massacre, where despite being fully judgmental of people who say na kaya lang nila nagawa yung nagawa nila ay dahil sila ay lasing, ay nangyari ang nangyari sakin dahil sa kalasingan (wala namang nangyari -- hindi ko lang matanggap na sumama pa talaga ako palabas ng kwarto upang manood sa mga kakanta sa karaoke-han), that she might be right. Because when you get there once, you know when to stop. That's why even if you don't plan on making a career out of drinking (love your livers, everybody), you should know kung hanggang san lang kayo. Dahil kung nagkagipitan na, at hindi mo pa pala alam kung hanggang san ka, at finally nalasing ka and you're not with people you know and trust, I swear, pagsisisihan mo.

There's so much to do. Maghahanap ako ng palda, magsusulat ng article, magsusulat ng kwento, magse-surf, mangingialam, mag-iisip ng mga walang kwentang bagay, at kakanta.

Another stumble, don't know if this is true, but considering I'm doing IT work:

An engineer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess."

He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.

The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week."

The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.

The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want."

Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.

Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"

The engineer said, "Look I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."




For fans of the written word, look at free rice.

And as for the title, well, considering that the past week found me throwing up, conducting a Webinar, feeling rotten, feeling good, feeling special, feeling loved, feeling funny, feeling lost, feeling wonderful, ready to jump up at any chance to hug people, buying and donning devil horns for the Family Day -- alcohol is the ultimate nightcap.

The only problem I have right now, though, is how to wake up in the mornings.

Mood: steady lang

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

i got 9 out of 10 in the quiz :D my innards are safe

mhwb said...

who, me?? i'm still of the opinion i'm better read than heard. and reading me is already a chore. wait till you see me freeze at the podium (any podim, or stage). owels...

Macky Cruz said...

sus, kaw pa, you know we all love the way you speak hihihi