It was one of those gut feel.
The same thing girls get when they are expecting their monthly hemmorhage, or how some animals sense rain is coming, of when you have this weird inclination to break the glass case of a fire extinguisher, and smash a teammate's head against the red tank.
So out of indigestion (gut feel, gets?) I tried filing for a day's worth of leave from work which synch right in with my bestfriend's plan to spend a night in Tagaytay.
Timing could not been more perfect because I was informed just fifteen minutes before her arrival on the condo driveway.
So, I, the wash-and-wear wonder weirdo took three spins, stuff unessential things in my utility belt bag and screamed DARNA!!!
USUAL SUSPECTS: Me / Kaye/ Gianne/Martin / Burgy /Tata / VJ and GI JOE
CAFE LUPE: A Pitcher of Wang Wang, Mexican plate of uknown substances, Rockafeller Clams and a whole lot of singing from a girl whose twang just hooked up a new notch in the English-speaking world. I mean, she's like diabetis, toothache, ulcer, my gramps dead thick toenail, and a wet mucous whipped into a musical frenzy.
We stayed at Tagaytay Hotel thanks to Gianne's power of Bluetooth Connectivity. Funny thing, the whole place displayed an array of bird cages, but no "birds" were to be found. Lunch the next day at Leslies. Pitstops at SM I-don't-know-where. Then Home.
Just the break I need.
ps. Should I be in my usual evil self, I'd be looking for ways to give that silver-painted mime outside Starbucks a scratching spree or umm a hard on. Hehe. That will give him something to anchor on to. heheh
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.
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Name: LetsGetSoakingWet
this is LOVE. i miss you guys!! :)