Posh night for a lowly twat...

I never thought I'd say this, but life is good...when and if you're important, loaded, and still have enough time to have a life. Although we'd like to pull out all our hair, knowing that there are people who have that kind of life out there...and we are just not one of them. :)

CTP, on the other hand, is one of those lucky ones. And unlike celebrities and most socialites, she's not hated by half of the world. She is actually loved.

Awww...go get your own Kleenex, I'm not sharing. *envy, then sniffle*

Her birthday bash last night was amazing, and so chi-chi that I had to recall all those etiquette lessons my mother persistently (and frustratingly) shoved on my puny little mind while I was growing up, in less than 30 seconds upon stepping out of the elevator of Ayala Life FGU Center (Cebu Business Park) to their roof deck.

Please excuse the crappy photos. We were all inebriated to the point of happily-skipping all over the place...literally. We were too drunk to care, and so was everybody else in the party. Even the waiters were suspiciously happy. Everyone was happy. CP has that effect on people. Or maybe it was just the really expensive free food and liquor? Hmm...

The Birthday Girl
Dots...
"Oh look! There's a ledge!"...stupidity slowly arises
"I wonder if my phone breaks if I drop it?"
"No stupid, it won't. You think Spiderman gets vertigo?"
"I don't think so coz he likes *slurrrr* takes Cryptonite vitamins or something and Cap 'n Crunch for breakfast to like get strong 'n shit"

"Look! SM! I need sneakers, but they all *burp* suck!"
(It's actually Ayala Centre.)

"Duddddeee, you think somebody might get hit if I pee here?"
--from a dumbass who should know better.

It amazes me how our mothers could still feel proud of us all...

All in all, it was one hell of a party. And to Miss CP, I wish you only the best in life, love and wea...stop, do you even still need anything?! ;)

Hell, on my last birthday, I had two cups of my usual at Starbucks, two packs of cigarettes, a burger, a small pack of M&M's and an SMS from my driver asking me if he could extend his vacation. Asswipe.

Hollywoodland

I haven't been this excited about a movie since Ice Age 2. Errr...shut up.

As a kid, I've always adored George Reeves, even though the only time I've ever watched the man perform was on the Superman television series...on Betamax. :) I didn't know what became of him after that. But then again, we didn't have Perez Hilton then, did we? :) I didn't even know he had died long before I was even born. Ahh...those days wherein movie stars were just that. Movie stars. Come to think of it, I still thought he was alive and well up until this article from the New York Times!

I'm just as enthused about this movie as the rest of the fashionable lot is crazy about "The Devil Wears Prada". The reviews so far, has been positive. They even hinted on the probability of Afleck winning an Oscar. I could care less about awards, really. I just want to watch the damn movie.

Besides, any reason to see Ben Afleck get fat..ter to wear spandex and a cape. Daredevil had nothing on (literally) old Superman! Haha.

...and I've always been drawn to Adrian Brody for some reason since "The Pianist" thinspiration.

*giggle* I said "pianist". ;) Dude, I am such a retard! :)

Sic, sic twat...

"National Holiday"?

Before anything else, spare me any kind of nasty political blahs regarding this post. I'm bored...and pissed. Not a very good combination. Those two words can only result to one thing for sure: incessant rambling

Sometimes I never cease to amaze myself on how much of a dumbass I really am. I finally decided to get out of my own hellhole of a "house" yesterday, fully expecting to have a "good day". But ahhh...our little molerat-faced president has apparently declared it a National Holiday. Great. Just my luck...

I have no interest in politics in general, and I'm not siding with anybody in particular in our fucked up third world-system. All I know is, my mother is a taxpayer, I have a green passport, and since they said this is a "free country", I will sass and bitch when I want about whomever I want to...and right now, it's holymoleygloria. No reason in particular. I just don't like her. Simple. Besides, it doesn't take for me to be oh-so-caring-for-the-masses, or smart enough to understand the constitution to see that this country is not Jollibee-happy. And if the people aren't happy, they do bad things. Say, like, forget common decency, and in turn, affects me directly. Yes, it's all about meeeee....;) Hahaha.

For someone who doesn't work and go to school, I hate holidays. Traffic's always bad. Everyone's out. Everyone's enjoying. Everyone's happy...but me. Yes, I am a selfish twat! ;) Me, me, me, me...

So why is it a "National Holiday" again? Ninoy Aquino's death anniversary.

His famous line? "The Filipinos are worth dying for".

After having said that, he got assasinated. Coincidence, or conspiracy? Oooh...

I don't get that though...if Marcos was smart enough to have conned an entire nation to be under his rule for like, 20 years...how could he have made such a stupid decision and buried all that work by killing your sworn enemy? Nobody's that stupid. Hell, I can't even con the school security guard back in grade school into letting me sneak out of school, and everybody knew how much I hated him...but I was smart enough even then to know not to kill him. Because I would get blamed for it.

I wonder...WAS IT REALLY MARCOS WHO HAD AQUINO KILLED?

Year 2006: Are Filipinos still worth dying for?

Things that make you go, "hmmm..."

And all that rambling was caused by one disappointing trip to the local Starbucks *tee hee* due to unbearable traffic...both human and vehicular.

UY!

Just finished watching CSI: (Jim Brass got shot!! *huhuhuhu* But I guess the rest of the world already knows that by now) and was about to watch CSI:Miami, but it's a rerun, soooo...y'know.:P

I slept around 4 or 5AM this morning, and woke up at around 3PM this afternoon.:) I have sleeping issues I've been trying to deal with for the past...oh...8 years or so, so back off.

Watched a bit of TV, I needed some catching up to do with my shows. My TV has been screaming for attention since I arrived. We're close. Very close. I even named him "Tivo" (waaaaayyy before the invention of the real Tivo, mind you), and he's my boyfriend. He loves me, I love him. I can't live without him, and vice versa. We have fights, especially when his dingbat of a remote won't work --even with new batteries!. But aren't all relationships like that? Fire...metaphorical fire (heaven forbid it be actual fire!), is important to keep the relationship alive, right? I heard it on Oprah, so it must be true! *chortle*

I've already been offered plasma TVs here and there (from my parents, of course. Like anybody else would bother!), but I never bothered to say "yes". What can I say, I'm loyal to my man...;) *snort* I need professional help...or better yet, a REAL boyfriend. :) You don't exactly become attached to random inanimate objects just like that when you don't have a loose screw...or two.;)

So aside from crazy talk...

After watching Tyra (I mainly watch because the lesbian deep down--WAAAAYYY down--in me has the hots for her. Not really because of the show itself), I called up FP if he was free and have our usual coffee talk a little early because I want to wake up earlier than usual tomorrow morning.:) Besides, I wanted to watch CSI: back-to-back on actual primetime, and not the replays at 2AM like I usually do. :)

We had our usuals at Starbucks SM. I love that place. But only on weeknights, since it's never crowded at the al fresco area. And if it is, it's usually just Korean students hanging out. So we can bitch and rant freely.:) No, not about the Koreans. Ok, maybe a little bit. But only the bossy ones. And rarely does that happen...thank God. I don't want any trouble with any of them, especially since my word vomit on Lee Dong Wook. Sheeshh...I can't wait for the day I can live that down.

We stayed at Starbucks for about 2 hours talking bout our trip to Negros with Uy. He's the security guard who's usually on the night shift. He's great. Apparently, he's not allowed to fraternize with the customers and used to be an ass, but I bugged him into talking to us bout a year ago. And we've been good friends since then.:) Hey, it has its perks. He always reserves a table and an ashtray for us when it's a busy night, and he always comes in handy when I (rarely) or FP (ALWAYS) leave the lighter in the car.:) Told 'ya I'm special. ;) Bwahaha.

Here's a photo of UY.

He's in his mid 3o's.

He's married with 2 kids.

Apparently, he's somewhat related to some big Chinese tycoon who owns a local dept. store. (he said so, I'm not making this up!)

He's very approachable and friendly, but never cross him or smoke INSIDE the Starbucks store...or else.

He has a vertical scar on his right cheek.

He smokes Menthols --and if what they say about the whole impotence issue when smoking menthols is true, I wonder why he hast TWO kids.;)

He likes long walks by the beach.

...and he's a major CAMWHORE.

Interested parties may reach him at Starbucks SM City, Cebu City, Cebu, Philippines

Thank you all for viewing his profile.

*Twilly is now officially crazy*

Now I bid you adieu, for I shall go and watch Spongebob Squarepants and get "smart lessons" from Patrick Starfish.