sheesh.

Not exactly my finest hour.

Got home terribly sick --- well, tipsy is more like it. Ever got a feeling of being drunk yet consciously aware of it? Your body feels like hell because you feel the alcohol just coursing through you like poison, and you don't wanna throw it up because you know it'll stink and you'll get your nice clothes all dirty. But still you do NOT feel well at all...

Argh.

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Backtrack to earlier hours of yesterday:

Went to work early (amazing!) thanking the gods that it's finally Friday (yey!)and well, finalizing the stuff i need to work on before the weekend starts.The board meeting's started and well, pretty much the top guys in the department aren't around. Finished my work quickly (as i always do) and just reading my current Sandman novel when...

My dad calls up out of nowhere, asking for help to go to Petron, where he'll be getting his lawyer's fees. Hmmm... not exactly thrilled to see him, but well, ok. At least it'll get me out of the office for a bit.

Seeing the Petron building makes me wonder why the HELL do they need to raise thos edamn oil prices again. I mean, geez, the place is not only huge, it's self-contained! They've got extreme security, grandoise designs and pretty much one heck of a lighting system. I guess all that money goes to the maintainance of this place
:-P

We talked about the different things, my dad and I. He's one bizaare person. Throughout my childhood i had a reverence for him (he was my tutor on History and Law -- i was interested in becoming a lawyer then) but after a certain period of time i realized his flaws and well, that didn't suit me. It's not like i don't love him or anything, but let's just say i'm done with my reverence... Anyway, he and i have some sort fo unspoken agreement not ot talk about certain stuff and just be a little more than strangers, and it works. Somehow.

Was late going back to the office due to the damn traffic. Argh. I hate Manila traffic! These are times when youjust wish you were somewhere else! :-S *sigh* By the time i got back the board meeting was over and i got to talk to my bosses about some designs. Yey! Saw my crush again. hehhe. I felt kinda terrible, i wasn't up to talking when he was there so i kinda was cold toward him. Yargh! what the hell is wrong with me!??

After work my dad and I went to Makati, and i treated him out on CBTL - g3. At least now he knows which store i work for. haha.

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Met Lucee, Maggie and Christine later that night, we headed out to this party at Capone's. Pretty kewl place, lotsa beautiful people and a great turnout. So far, the only people i knew there were the people i was with and those who invited me. Great. There was a lot of free drinks, and well, they were giving us vodka straight up. I knew i should have eaten beforehand, but i wasn't exactly hungry.

The place was wild, with Hairy Dogs performing, and Edge and Jojo rocking the place out. Strangely,i felt more alone, amidst the crowd. I feel that weird tension from Mike, how strangely aloof he is. Or maybe it's just me. The people were great, very happening and very alive. Yet, i dunno, i guess i wasn't just up to my usual cheery self. Ever had that feeling that you're in a place that is SO happening yet you can'thelp but wish you were somewhere else, despite that it's all good? I just wanted to see another person in that crowd who's not a stranger and i can have a decent conversation with. Geez. Or maybe... i was too self-conscious i guess. Maybe too hung up? hmmm...

After two vodkas and some beer, my stomach was asking me to just get out there before i start spewing all over. I already did, a bit, in the bathroom, so i knew i had to get out. Lucee and I were supposed to go to another party after that place, but i couldn't take it anymore.

Geez. No more vodka straight for me for now... had to eat saltine crackers after that just to settle my stomach. Argh. My second time to ever throw up and it's on the account of not fucking eating. Yeesh. I felt like a bulimic.

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