Amfoota. Ayoko na. Isinusuka ko na ang Amber’s.

This is, for like, the fourth time in two weeks that we have pigged out on pancit. Hindi na sila nagsawa sa pancit, ever. There’s always a god frigging reason: may birthday, may debut, may nag-asawa, may namatay. Suki na kami ng Amber’s, yung pancitan sa may Pasong Tamo na P500 lang ang isang bilao na for 15 people. Joke lang yung 15 people. Isang damukal na kaming kumakain, di pa namin nauubos.

I was looking at my [flabs] stomach this afternoon before taking a shower. Good lord. This will take some work. Minsan, gusto kong hilingin na kapag magpapakain sila sa office, wag na lang. Mang libre naman sila ng pang gym paminsan minsan. Maa-appreciate naman namin yung efforts nila, eh.

Anyway.

My weeks aren’t as hectic as imagined, although I’m predicting a really bad turn around. So far, ang mga booking ay nasa weekend: 168 at tutuban on Saturday morning and afternoon, gay bar at night. Sunday morning, simbang gabi. At isang mabilis na dalaw sa bahay para kunin ang hinihiram na cd ng Battle Royale ni Goose at ang chucks ko. Galit galitan muna ako sa bahay ngayon; hindi kami tuloy sa Singapore next year [insert grumble here] kasi nag-gahaman ang aking ama at bumili ng mga lote sa Tagaytay. Aanhin ko naman yun. Mas gusto ko pa ring makita yung lion. Badtrip talaga.

On the 19th nga pala, we’ll be at UST. Paskuhan daw kasi, so magfi-feeling lang ako at makikipasko sa mga black and yellow tigers. Yes, first time kong gagamitin ang leaves ko sa company at yun, pamamasko ang tirada ng lola mo. Maghahanap lang kami ng mapipick up, yung tipong nangangailangan ng pang-tuition. Hahaha. Joke lang.

Oh. And the 23rd. Avenue Q. Nagyayaya si JP. Would you believe that? I could almost swear he misses me. And right now, after reading this, he would chuckle and say he doesn’t. And we both know he’s in denial. Wahahahahaha.

What else. Oooh! Pinayagan akong mag leave on the 24th. So may Christmas celebration kami. My eldest brother’s not gonna be home on the new year, so Christmas should do the trick. I’m kind of wondering how much pain it would be–it’ll be the first Christmas that my mum would cook her yearly tradition of spaghetti and I will be there as a struggling vegetarian. You’ll go nuts if you were me. I absolutely adore my mum’s cooking–she’s very generous on the liver and meat and noodles and other spices. No ketchups here; we’re good old spice and italian. Pero, kahit na. It’ll still be weeks of eating and face stuffing and nutritioning and all the other euphemisms to getting tremendously fat over the holidays. Korea* has never seen fat ladies. This is not the time JC goes fat.

Hmm. Mag uwi kaya ako ng Amber’s on the 24th?

*I just had bangs. According to Jariss, I’m a korean surplus. : /