Recuperating…
December breeze…don’t know what to do with it but be engulf by it…Halloween just passed and soon all we’ll see on the streets are the rainbow colored lights and poinsettias in any building façade. I was checking on the new images for our mag’s December issue and I came across a lot of decors, sheesh makes me miss old Christmas days when I still enjoy it. Oh well, life’s like that…
I’m still punishing myself now for messing up my old phone, I was so reckless and stupid, damn, how come clumsy stupid things always happen to me…(haay tatum go figure…) I went to an after party event the other night and I poured beer all over my phone, I wasn’t even drunk! And to top it off, I didn’t even notice I was pouring it all over myself already, next thing I knew my back pocket where my phone was, is bathing in beer already…oh well, I tried reviving it but I guess it was too wrecked to be recovered, I brought it to three service centers and all they were telling me was to get a new one. I miss my old phone, I never thought I’d be attached to any gadget until I had it, it’s smal-cute-got a lot of function-can check the net-and wakes the hell out of me in the morning cuz of the speakers…blah blah…I got a new one but I still miss my cute orange walkman phone…sigh. I got the cybershot one, but it looks so manly and chunky, love the photos it takes though. Anyway, forget the phone, the phonebook is such a hassle, you lose contacts, and you have to put back what you have left…and it sucks when someone texts you or call you and you have no idea who it is…so there.
I’ve gone out after that incident but at least I was careful with my drinking already, often times when I’m having too much fun, too much alcohol seems like its never too much. I was going through my bills yesterday, and there it was screaming on my face, all my credit card receipts with wine, jacks, vodka, cosmo and other things I don’t even drink. God damn alcohol…I wonder how people enjoy a night out without any booze… I envy them, ‘cuz when I try to go out in a bar and just chat with people, sometimes it bores me to death and ask myself why I went out in the first place, but when you’re drinking and dancing your heart out everything seems to be more enjoyable, less chitchat, more dancing, and more work out for me. Haay…
