Night shifts, although taking its gnarly toll on my looks, has been charitable to me in a way. So far, I've adjusted, and I'm now able to end up looking fresh and non-stressed even after only four hours of sleep. Every work day comes and goes, although routinely to a degree, albeit a bit crazy most of the time. In the eight hours that I'm taking calls take impulsive measures juts to distract myself--mostly in the form of guys, whom after years of me being conservative and shy, I now am comfortable with ogling and sometimes even smiling at, although I had never ever ever have introduced myself to one--yet. *sighs* There really are a lot of cute guys in the office, although I have not managed to make one into getting interested in me. SO far, all I've managed to do is probably just turn them off or scare them. I'm not really as comfortable with interacting with boys, especially with really gorgeous ones, as there would always be a thin line to thread, especially since I'm a such a Drama Queen I'd be stuck ruining potential moments.

This weekend, again, was just one of usual weekends, although we had our first Townnhall 4 am Saturday, a custom in the office where we evaluate our monthly performance, almost like a graduation in its generic sense, although we get to decorate the auditorium, set a theme, and eat "buffet" afterwards. This month's was supposed to be MTV VMAs in the 90s, but we lacked time and funds, so we just hyped it up with my officemate Derick's bikes (see photo, me with my fried Alex). Nice, eh? A couple of those wheels cost 16,000 bucks, mind you. Dirt cheap!! I was dead tired and busy from driving around with my friend Danny 10:30 am Friday morning--I only had two hours of sleep!--but I managed to keep up and about, hyperawake all through my shift (I processed 10 Check by Phones!) while busy doing cutouts with my friend Hershe for decorations--I mean, we were actually tasked to do it! The Townhall was great, with my friends Eula winning Rookie of the Tranche for Tranche 1 and Monique for Tranche 2. Imagine me scoring a perfect attendance award for October, and being nominated as a Rookie as well. I must be doing good, in maniacal sence, I guess. Afterwards we went driniking at Prince of Jaipur (Gawd I miss our MO Sanjay! He'd find it nice that I'm doin good with my work!), where I had 4 Coors, and ended up haggling for Hummus that ended up as Shawarma. Then as usual, I ended up with Mat, Johnny Kirkwood, Dolly, and JC, at EuroOne, where we did karaoke up until 230pm....!!!

It as my best friend Marian's birthday as well, and Sky's and Laurie's, which we celebrated with a karaoke night at Giligan's Island's Captain's Cabin, where I refused to down another beer (I've had enough for the day, I mean, week), and settled for the food instead. We ended up ordering at least six pizzas, aside from the other pulutans, and my voice ended up like a croak for being overspent and sleepless. We had fun, and the cake Dy brought was classic--topped with a penis-hugged girlie, which the waiters found awkward but funny! We all had our poses with it, post-inebriation (them, I was sober!), and after three hours we drove to Starbucks Shell (in the SLEX) and had coffee and chocolates, just to unwind, before we headed home. I, on the other hand, am homeless for the moment, mind you, and was supposed to spend the night at Marian's, but I didn't want to cause further inconvenience, so i did a "guy lookup" on my mobile, and viola! My friend Sam, whom I had not seen since April, asked me to come over his suite in The Heritage. Oh God, thank you for my fortune! I thought I was going to wonder restlessly for the whole early Sunday morning (like the loser i am).

Sam, whom I found out was headed for Bangkok for the week, was crazy enough to let me raid the minibar, not because I was depressed or anything. He's really that generous, although he's a real card, and there would always be times that I just could not deal. But last night (or this morning, actually) he was okay, letting me bubble bath while getting drunk before I went off to bed. But alas! As I've said, my body had now been used to the office jet lag, so I'd end up waking every 30 minutes or so, which was crazy. So at the nth time that I was hushed awake (due to something) I decided to just go out to the veranda and light up, which I missed, naked except for my jacket (that I had been wearing since Friday afternoon, my whole ensemble actually, and I hadn't been able to change!), and after I few smokes I discovered I was not alone. On the suite adjacent there were 2 Australians (you can tell by their accent) who'd been there all along, who told me "Buddy you're not at home, cover up!", and I ended up red to the toes, before sliking back with my jacket pulled over my thighs. I still do have my drama queen moments, so far it had been Blair Waldorf-ish, although I still had my Jacqueline Bisset hangover in La Nuit Americaine. I love hotels, although I'm not capable of booking for a week with my own money yet. But we'll get there baby.

I'll miss that bastard Sam. After all, I have a feeling that this would be the last time I'd be seeing him for the rest of my life. I was really bombed, so I ended up dozing off til 7 am, when he'd already disappeared for a "meeting", which I found out through a note on his bedside table, along with a breakfast coupon, which I ignored, opting for coffee instead, and another smoke, this time in a robe, before taking a brief shower and disappearing into the bright morning, hailing a bus to Ayala Avenue before catching the bus on the way to Alabang.

Long weekend again. I'm stuck at My Aunt Elena's still, using my cousin Elle's PC, IM-ing ex-friends, while reading GossipGirl and gouging myself with Carbonara. Oh my. I just remembered that my salary for the past payday was AWOL. I didn't get anything! Thank God our MO Charlie was so nice that he'd fixed things for me. Right now I'm still homeless and penniless, drifting around, knowing I could still rely on the kindness of family, friends, and even strangers. I'm in a  Drama Queen phase again. Gosh.

This was one of my last shots in this morning. I was using my camera phone (pathetic, sorry), and, for all the Some Velvet Morning mood that I had always associated with hotel rooms, this one had seemed to capture my mood perfectly. It wasn't velvety, it was gray, like how things are for me at the moment. I could already hear Morrisey's "Everyday Is Like Sunday" in my head.

share some greased tea with me

everyday is silent and gray