Holy days

“And some great need in me / Starts to bleed,” or the aftermath of a Magic Sing Christmas weekend spent with the family. Nothing unique this year — same wolfing down of evil lechon (with its spinoff, lechon pizza, this time) and pork hardenera and pancit and fruit salad and grilled chicken, with caramelized sugar clinging needily to the skin. Same downing of flavored vodka, and quitting the bottle once my trusty San Mig Lights arrived (my father taught me well).

Piquant, 12/15

Today is for buying J a book (the look in his eyes when he tore the package open), happily attacking our mango panna cotta with dark chocolate truffle, and some peace and quiet. All is right in the world.

Merry Cosplay

Highlights of the night:

-Walking all the way from Trident to Salcedo Street in high heels — the non-perks of hanging out with boys who hate riding taxis by default.

-My shirt dress and gold oxfords. Maipasok lang.

Talking shop

Will Christmas shopping ever seem like a chore?

Today I enjoyed the retail pandemonium that is Megamall (it’s a Saturday, and it’s Dec 11. You get the drift.) The bright lights and six-geese-a-laying blared by the speakers didn’t seem corny or intrusive. Our company party happened last night, so imagine the horror of my feet and leg muscles when I decided to proceed with gift-buying at a ridiculously populated mall hours after wearing high heels. Oh and by the way, last night was fun. Jack Daniel’s + Coke was a real hit. I was already half-asleep at Tabu Bar — and dealing with the preliminaries of a headache — a good hour before J arrived to pick me up.

JC ressurected on a Friday

Photo credits: Don and Berns

#burn

I saw this photo of two persons I know — one close to my heart, the other a jobless, thankless twat. In my mind, I was like, “Hey, that person hates you, says mean things about you. You just don’t know it yet!” But I figured that the returns will be bigger if I keep this to myself, because this silence wouldn’t be for naught. Hah.