nonstop
Twas the birthday celebration of one of my best friends, Gladdys, last night. And celebrate we did. From 9 p.m. Saturday to 6 a.m. Sunday, we went to four different places in Metro Manila. Yeba!
Our pitstops: Chocolate Kiss at UP Diliman, SeventySeven bar in Kamuning, Muchos in Ortigas, and Starbucks in Ayala. We even considered going on a roadtrip to Tagaytay at 2 a.m.! Haggard, haha.
All pictures taken in SeventySeven.
(l-r) the birthday girl, me, the boy who made a cameo appearance hihi
I didn’t have beer, just ladies’ drinks (Cosmo, Tequila Sunrise) and a glass of Bailey’s.
don and me. i didn't realize i was holding the glass with my pinky sticking out. yey poise!
i love friends in/and couches.
Photos courtesy of birthday girl Gladdys’ cellphone. Fun night of endless banter, spontaneous trips, and lots of merrymaking!
uninspired
It’s like every night since this week started I get this overwhelming urge to drink expensive coffee alone and just stare off into space.
Or read. Get lost in a book til ‘morning. I’ve been buying a lot of magazines and shit, but I miss really reading. I still haven’t finished Haruki Murakami’s “Norwegian Wood,” which I began like two months back. I did, however, recently finish Nick Hornby’s “High Fidelity” in two days, but that’s mainly because I like all the music talk, plus I have an ulterior motive: to find out why cool men cheat on women they like/love. Don’t ask. Anyway. I also tried to watch the movie version, but first few minutes into it and I already couldn’t stand John Cusack’s incessant talking to the camera.
You know what I’ve been looking for since February? Anything by Jack Kerouac. Preferably “On the Road.” Because I’ll prolly never get over the whole Beatnik and hippie eras. I settled for Ken Kesey’s “One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest” in March, but it’s not enough, and gah I don’t even remember if I finished it. Does anyone have anything by Jack Kerouac? Please?
I’m also strangely craving for anything about vampires, but the Anne rice novels I find in book sales are the ones whose stories I already know because they’ve been adapted into movies (Interview with the Vampire, Queen of the Damned); I don’t want to spend money buying new ones. There’s this teen vampire series “Twilight” that’s all the rage these days, and frankly I’m curious, but not curious enough to want to shell out money. At least for now.
It’s only been three days but I feel like a zombie. I miss jolly, giggly me. I miss my raucous laughter. I miss friends from different circles. I also miss spontaneous road trips. And going out for coffee and other stuff past midnight just because my friends and I feel like it. I miss some drinks and lots of deafening music. I miss long talks and walks.
End of incoherent rant.
