Urban Warrior Cybercafe: Oversleep

11.29.2005

Oversleep

Ever felt that feeling that you wanted to stay up really late to do this thing that you've always wanted to do? Put that into blogging sense. Really, it was because I abused this rest weekend. Next week and the whole of December will not be that relaxing (ironically).

This post will just be a bunch of tidbits chumped together. After reading Jennie's latest entry about going on hiatus, I have decided that I will take a break altogether from "prim and proper" posting and write whateva I wanna write about without givin' a shit about form. Cabish?

The new friend

I officially have this new friend. I declare shit like this because when you feel it in your bones that spending time with a person is worth it, yeaf it is nothing short of worth mentioning. We have like.. what.. 55 free games to finish? (and that's just on one card alone) =D Our arms will probably fall off after 3 rounds of air hockey. I envy her ambition - it is that of a simple life.

I cannot deny myself the desire to keep on reaching farther.
Perhaps that is why we gel well. We cancel each other out.

Invisible Girl

Invisible Girl talked me up on chat and was asking if I watched this movie. Out of courtesy, I sent her an invite. The day after, she declined.

I learned a new method of "testing the waters". I should really write this down.
Then again, when it's the ex that does the testing, it is entirely a different story.

Chickboy

I ran into my cousin last friday at Timezone. He was playing air hockey with a girl, while there was another girl watching (who was also with them). I noticed that a crowd was gathering around. Apparently that was because the girl was in a spag strap with a really low top (I don't know whatya call that, I'm a guy for friggin' sake), well the point is that almost 3/5 of her cleavage was visible, and she was playing hockey, she had to bend over to hit the puck sometimes.

I immediately texted my cousin's younger sister about what her brother was doing. Funnily, she texted back "oh really? what does she look like? is she pretty? is she well-dressed?".

Looks like this isn't the first time that this has happened.

QLC Girl

The ever-cliche Quarter-Life-Crisis sickness befell on peche. Why does she try so hard to get herself a boyfriend when I'm pretty sure she's fine by herself? I repeated the words the saint told me.. "when you realize that it's not fun anymore, crap, I'm getting hurt already, this isn't good, so its time to move on (again)". But well, persistence also exists in girls. So I'm just going to leave that on hold. I don't think I can tell her what she should do. I mean, she's a big girl already right?

Dream House

I was browsing for some 3d graphics readables, and I came upon this site which had pictures of a living room and dining room of a house in Paris. It wasn't like any of those glamorous places with a chandelier and silverware. The interior, albeit simple, was really well-designed. It had a wooden base dining table with a glass top, it had an attic and the living room had a brown couch with a knee-level living room table. There was a wall-mounted plasma TV with post-speakers, it was probably the most sophisticated piece of equipment in the whole of the house. The windows were sliding glass and there were only two portraits that hung on the wall. The overall color scheme of the place was something like pale yellow and brick red. It was simply beautiful.

If you owned a house like that in Manila, would you still want to leave?