Saturday, October 15, 2005
hung-overi am hung-over at the moment. my head aches like a sickness. it's 1:32 P.M. and last night my blockmates were over to celebrate the four weeks of immortality ahead. never been that wasted in my life. i puked thrice. and one of the times, the situation was really funny:
dexter and wesley were playing live 06 in the TV room while i was sprawled on the bed beside them. i hadn't talked for the last 30-45 minutes but i was still half-awake. suddenly, i felt a creature inside me slowly rising up my esophagus.
Wes: hah? New York versus New Jersey? lugi!
J: [almost inaudible] trash...can. [Wes and Dex keep playing]
Wes: lugi!
J: [still almost inaudible] traaash...can...
[still nothing]
J: [voice gets louder] TRAAAAASH CAAAAN...
Wes: oh shit! panic! trash can, bilis! [they scramble to get me the trash can]
Dex: [upon my puking escapade] akala ko nanonood siya tapos sabi niya, 'crunch time!'
Wes: oo nga eh! rinig ko rin, 'crunch time!'
i'm proud to say, i am not a messy barf-er. i know when it's about to come out and i can muster enough energy and will to get to the nearest waste receptacle.
needless to say, my house smells like booze and barf. ahhh. the smell of teenage years.
october celebrantstoo many to mention. there are sooo many october celebrants. i just wanna say Happy Birthday to all of you and ask, does this mean people like to do it around February or March? ahhhh, valentine's pala. and spring fever.
dreams are bad when all the do is leave the truth behindi had a really funny dream the other night. i was playing basketball with Shaq and Karl Malone. shooting around and stuff. and we were in boracay if i'm not mistaken. cuz beside the court was the beach.
i'm just saying. how twisted can one's subconscious be to be able to come up with these kinds of things? sometimes i wish i could just harness all that creativity and make something of it, you know? but maybe that's what daydreaming's all about. only it's not as productive.
the adventure ended at 1:30 PM
