V2O the Venue

My sis-in-law and I were invited by my mum's business associate to join them clubbin at Long Beach. The club was the best one I went in so far! There was a contest on who "dances" best in their lingerie and they were being auctioned afterwards. Good thing the sisters who invited us weren't too drunk during the auction, or else thay would have joined it too. Anyhoo, the sisters got too drunk because they knew the bartender there, his name's Mark, so we had to stop by Denny's to sober them up by having them throw up in the toilet and had them drank coffee.

Aside from the sisters getting drunk, the only thing that made me extremely uncomfortable was this old fart, he's a sexagenarian I guess, he kept on following me! And then whenever I looked his way he would wink and smile at me.

The Mix

We spent the weekend at Las Vegas, on the same hotel where Manny Pacquiao had his match with David Diaz. Mandalay Bay Hotel, as expected was crowded with FIlipinos, Mexicans, and other boxing enthusiasts. Mum, and her friends got tickets for the match, and since I wasn't a Pacman fan, I didn't watch it with them; however, it was very unforutnate for my younger brother because he wants to see the match lve as well, but my mum didn't get him a ticket assuming he wanted to go to the arcades instead. My mum also happened to forgot about my brother going to the arcade after the match was done and she started playing pai gow and blackjack at the hotel's casino. My poor brother just stayed in the hotel room and watched iCarly until mum's bf joined him and watched World Poker Tour.

I was invited by my aunt on my father's side to go up to the 64th floor of the hotel. It took me 2 hours to figure out how to get to the said floor, because first, I got directed to ride this lift that's supposed to take me up the penthouse, unfortunately, I don't have the key to activate said lift. Went back to fall in line in the front desk and the lady there gave me a map. In the vast hotel and casino, I lost my way a couple of times, until I saw The Mix, or the long line forming outside of it. Good thing my aunt got me in the guest list, I only fell in line for about an hour and so. I saw Bella Flores and Robert Jaworski got in before me, but it still didn't give me the slightest idea that I was about to go to Pacquiao's victory party. So imagine my shock when I got in that master's suite-like place and saw Chavit Singson and the Bello-ized wife of Manny looking like one of those Mexican hos I saw everyday in the mall, with this almost midget guy with bandages on his hand, yup, it was Pacman himself, alright..saw them when I was about to leave because that wasn't my crowd in that place. People there were to old and too political for me, I felt suffocated! Besides, I was wearing one of my clubbin' dresses and sexy heels, what if one of those ecchi/hentai politicians saw me and thought with their inferior head? Baka makapagtaray at mapa-away lang ako nang wala sa oras. My aunt's guestlist, Bella Flores, and Robert Jaworski should have given me a clue already what to expect.

I went back to the casino and played slots and drunk cocktails to drown my frustration. I wasn't able to take a dip in that raging water pool, and I wasn't able to get into a "decent" club since my friend from Vegas had an emergency, a gf emergency. At least luck smiled upon me and I won ten bucks playing slut, ahermn..slots.

Of Death And Pastries

"Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and executive editor of the New York Times, described Jonathan as a changed man in the last days of his life. "Things were clearer for him," Kansky noted. Ultimately Jonathan concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we currently refer to as destiny."

Raping Adam..

I dunno why the idea of raping a man excites me..

Family Guy - Lois Jumps Peter

M-U-S-H

A comedy about the greatest love story almost never told..

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies,"

-Aristotle

Ticking Clock..

I was sick since Tuesday last week, at first I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning when I rushed to our office ladies' room to throw-up. I went home two hours earlier than the office hours. The following night, I felt worse, I cannot eat decently without vomitting and defecating, I cannot even drink a drop of water. I went to the doctor first thing the morning after. The doctor's diagnosis was stomach flu, but did lab work still, just to be safe and sure.

This morning, I missed my fourth day at work because I still feel like hell, good thing the doctor's office called me in for the results I can give the office another doctor's note. Unfortunately, I learned that I'm a disaster waiting to happen. Lab test indicated that I have an acute pyelonephritis, kidney infection in layman's term, and I'm just waiting for a hike in my temperature so I could rush myself in the ER, as I type this blog down.

I'm thinking of quitting work before they could fire me for not showing up. I mean, I called them up to inform them I'm not well, but will the work piling up on my desk wait until I get better..? What if I get worse? I'm still under probation, I have worked for only ten days and six hours, they can just hire somebody else again, right?