I just have to take note of this conversation. It kept running through my head while I was taking that 5 minute snooze before I took a bath for work.

Previously: There was Kristine Fonacier (MTV Ink’s Editor-in-Chief turned Burn Mag’s EIC) and Denise Mallabo (Assistant Editor of MTV Ink / Vocalist for Olympic Smoker) in a surreal surrounding. For some reason there was a shopping cart they were steering in this grassy area on a mountain slope; and they were having some problems pushing it when I finally decided to help. And then for some reason they met this guy in a yellow shirt who got them into this conversation that’s boring the hell out of the two, so they kind of decided they’d just be polite.

Denise: So what’s your name again?
Unknown guy in yellow: It’s Zinggo. My name’s Zinggo.
Denise: Oh! Aren’t you the guy who’s singing for this anime jesus christ television series? (sarcastic)
Kristine: I thought you said we’d be polite?
Denise: Oh, you mean that wasn’t flirting?

Hahaha. I can’t stop laughing kanina. *more laughter* I don’t know why I’m dreaming about them now. I haven’t seen them for about over a year now.

Anyhoo, too much hassle for today. Great morning, but I’m afraid of what’s gonna happen tonight. Today’s the day mum leaves for San Francisco; esd 10pm. They’re required to show up four hours before so they should be at the airport at around 5 or 6. Not bad, but if I’m going to come along with them, that’s going to mean less rest for me again. Sigh. And my body is aching for sleep. I’ve had so much bruises and aches for the past days due to the Ultimate encounter. Okay, so maybe not JUST because of the Ultimate play, but maybe I’ve been having a bad leukocytes count that I’m having so much blood bumps on me. I feel very tired lately.

The frisbee game wasn’t rough. Or, as F puts it, the game is called ultimate, not ultimate frisbee or frisbee, but only to place an association to the disk, we place the bad name beside it. Okay, last words mine. Ultimate was mostly about run run run and run more like hell. You can’t do a basketball and run with the disk; the moment you catch it, you have to pass it over to a new player. So bawal ang kupal. I like that.

Well. People are crazy. They’re nice folks, and more crazy in humor than I expected. Ger is so much into the hype that we’re planning to buy a disc to at least practice the throws. I just like the idea of having to tote a huge bag ala varsity. frustrated kasi ako. And at least I can wear good jerseys. Hah. Kaso lang we’re going to need soccer shoes soon, and they’re not really cheap. Or maybe just good running shoes with spikes to kick off everybody.

Other news, I’m dreading to go home. It’s 9:15 and I have to go home soon, but that would mean bidding my mum goodbye. Goodness, Christmas is getting more lonesome when you grow older. Well, at least THEY’re going to partly experience the american dream of a white christmas, that is if they’d be going to the snowy regions. I’m not sure if they will, after all, my mum and I share the same tolerance to cold, which is less than zero. I’m hoping she doesn’t catch pneumonia. It’s gonna be a bad start if she goes around with sniffles.

Tapos I have to go look around for Bea and John Lloyd VCDs. My cousin is CRAAAZZZEEE over the two, and I mean CRAZY. As I promised I’d be buying her some. I already bought her older broher a book by NVM Gonzales, and I know it doesn’t compare to the books he gave me, I thought it might be nice to read about his roots. Other than that, I have sleep to worry about. Again.

And I’m dead bored of this work. Anything new.