Friday Blahs

I have no idea why i am still at the office. My cramps are just killing me, my sinus is acting up and well, i just don't feel like anything today. God. Is this fucking PMS or what!?!

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My mom called up early today. Good thing, she actualy woke me out of bed and made me get up to get the phone (otherwise i'd still be in bed). We talked about some stuff, and i thanked her for my "new" phone (she gave me her old cellphone since she bought a new one). She asked if i wanted to fly in for the weekend.

*sigh* All of a sudden i miss home and wish i can just fly out for the weekend. But, the practical side of me prevailed and i declined (darn!). I thanked her though, and i felt bad that i didn't have enough savings to get myself a plane ticket (damn you, iPod!).

Geez. I really need to get a life. Living in the past is just ... not fun.

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Green Papaya

Was at Green Papaya last night for an exhibit/gig. An exhibit of shorts and some kewl music, the Green Papaya exhibit was comprised of a lot of eclectic musicians, artists, digital artists and the like whose passion for music, film and advocacy through arts overflowed throughout the night. Got to see some way kewl shorts (short films), my fave of which are some nifty ones from Rex and Jois of Inksurge, awesome collaborations of Topel Lee, Radioactive Sago Project, to name a few. The place was small, so yep, it was helluva hotspot.

As usual, the crowd is maddening, with beer, shing-a-lings, yosi galore and the typical and not-so-typical FA and Music folks milling about. Came there with Yuma, and Lucee and Maggie soon arrived. We checked out a spot inside, slightly cramped with all the bustle, and occasionally smoked a ziggy outside. It was good to see people from the college again. Among the people I bumped into were: Gari, who kept taking pics of us (why, i have no idea): Richard, who was sporting a trendy hat: Hector, whose antics kept me cracking up; Em & Poklong, the tandem that still has me guessing; Kat and Joaquin, Laya's bosom buddies whom i haven't seen in quite a while; Patty & Maria, whose beauties and talents were well,awe-inspiring (;-D) ; and the dozens of other whom are too many to account for.

The gigs were good, with Endo cracking me up with their stage antics and had me bopping my head to their The Doors-like vocals (closest thing i can think of right now, anyway), Sago totally hitting the roof with their Astro cigarette song. Even Wahijuara was rockin'. They were promoting their EP abum last night, which eventually dawned on me (yep, my brain was THAT fried).

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Went home before the last band finished, since i was in a funky mood. Dropped by Mini Stop to buy myself some food, the walked all the way home. Oh well, to salvage my bizaare PMS state, i watched FRIENDS, which elevated my mood a bit. Sadly, it didn't last long. Oh well.

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Hmmm. I keep wondering about what it would be like to actually be Death for a change, just walking about to people and "touching" them (aka, taking them into where they go after they die). I think that would be a cool job. Lonely, but kewl. :-S Then again, i'll be Dream's older sister. Nah.

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i wish i'm somewhere else right now.