‘FAGGORT’ IS THE WATCHWORD.

April 16, 2007 at 5:22 pm | Filed under photos, the internets, Y!M conversations

You’re a gay if you didn’t get socially-retarded with us at Man Blog Poker Night last Saturday. As gay as Mikey is in this photo.

Maybe not gay. Just… not cool. Enough.

This is Mikey licking his monies:

This is Bim trying to reach for his nipple:

This is Ade. He’s pogi.

Shoot, wrong pic! NOT ADE, NOT ADE! This is Ade:

Poker Night photos here, here, and here.

Also, I injured myself again, accidentally kneeling on a headband while taking photos. Nasty, I know. Plus, the scab on my right knee is starting to peel, and I know that wounds are nothing new to me since I am one of the clumsiest drunks alive, but— am I supposed to just let it be? Answer, so I know whether or not I can take off the scotch tape that I’m using to keep the scab intact.

SO ANYWAY! We have a new Furby. This is Drew trying to look like Teddy Bear Mislang, and succeeding.

This is me drinking AGAIN and in my Kylie-esque hoodie, Sunday morning.

I’ve had The Work of Director Mark Romanek on repeat since after PBB last night up until this morning (while having my seemingly standard three mugs of coffee with my crossword puzzles), so I decided to channel a little bit of Fiona Apple— ratty underwear, but with a little lot more meat. Argh. Another week, another shot at anorexia.

This is just too cute:

I’m aware that my entries of late have all been picture posts with some text thrown in. Fuck you all, that’s how much fun I’ve been having.

(And that’s how fried my brain is. Alcohol + travel industry + not enough sleep + reading up on home insurance quote + eating once a week— okay, okay, so maybe thrice a week = not good. Hand me the brain candy.)

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TURNING MONDAY INTO SUNDAY.

April 9, 2007 at 7:06 pm | Filed under joyful girl, photos, technicolor lover

This post has a lot of photos.

Because I spent a huge chunk of my Sunday morning in bed and my Sunday afternoon-evening on the bus ride home to the city, it only seemed apt that I spend today pigging out (yeah, like I didn’t do that the whole long weekend) decked in unfabulous clothes while going around this side of the city— from a dental clinic in Philcoa to lunch at Trellis to dessert at Banapple to iced tea and cigarettes at Chocolate Kiss. Just as if it were a lazy Sunday afternoon.

My companion during the long ride home. Six hours from Quezon to Cubao because of traffic ON A SUNDAY? The cruelty.

And OMG OMG OMG. Lightsome.

I am aware that you can see my bra and a little of my little Asian boobies.

Meet Princess Jocelyn Salada who loved my strawberry crunch cheesecake just as much as I did.

Drew and Jocelyn.

Anna and Jocelyn have the same scrunchy faces.

I’m happy, she’s sleepy. Or sad. :(

Chicken Little-ish.

AND THEN WE RAN OUT OF GAS. LIKE SERIOUSLY, WE HAD TO WALK FROM BANAPPLE TO CALTEX. YOU’RE NOT A KATIPUNAN KID IF YOU’VE NEVER WALKED ALONG KATIPUNAN AVENUE EXTENSION, YO.

Princess Jocelyn Salada goes to Chocolate Kiss and fattens up on bottomless iced tea.

Start ‘em early.

Back in the city, back to work. And if anyone must know: D came back, and so did Chuchubells. I know I never mentioned the fallout Chuchubells and I had back in February. Losing my job and losing my man was both physically and emotionally taxing so I opted not to say anything here. But yeah, he’s back, too. He called me up Wednesday night (while my co-workers and I were speed-drinking and speed-eating at Cable Car during an extended break from work— good times) saying that we should catch up some time. And that he misses me, after all. And that his girlfriend’s coming home next month.

I’m tempted. So so tempted.

Also, I’m sick.

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I, THE ESCAPIST. AGAIN.

April 7, 2007 at 5:50 pm | Filed under personal, photos

Wouldn’t it be awesome to disappear for a while and just live out of a backpack? All you need is a good pair of shoes, some clothes, a bottle or two of rum, and a desire for adventure. Come what may, baby, I’ve got all I need on my back. And if I run out of cigarettes, I can always bum from strangers.

The best friend and I got matching knee wounds. Note to self: do not circle around someone (like a cat!) when drunk, especially when I’m wearing nothing but shorts. And a shirt, of course.

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WEEK TO DATE.

April 4, 2007 at 9:19 pm | Filed under joyful girl, personal, technicolor lover

Monday had me in the twilight zone with two ex-lovers ringing my phone. Two things these last three days made me realize:

• D is still capable of making me feel bad.
• I miss Chuchubells. That man was solid gold, but for all the wrong reasons.

Issues, I know. On a lighter note, here’s something a co-worker from eTel e-mailed me:

A rather happy start to what is surely going to be another dreary stuck-in-the-office-for-the-whole-of-summer summer: I’m heading way way down south for Easter break. I leave Thursday morning, right after work, to endure a 4+ hour bus ride on my own and I’m crossing my fingers (like, hard) that I don’t get lost.

Yay! Hope everyone enjoys the long weekend.

Super chopsuey entry. Yesssss, I have a camera; yessss, there will be pictures.

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ON THEIR UNCANNY SIMILARITIES.

April 3, 2007 at 11:09 am | Filed under personal

I know vague entries are no fun. But if I don’t hit it, someone else will. Just like jailbait.

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