誕生日おめでとう!

Tanjoubi omedetou, oneechan!

I stayed in Joey's place for about 23 hours overnight to celebrate her birthday... fine, I won't say how old, not here anyway. Hehe. We ate tons of "no-bake" baked mac, chicken, biko and chocolate cake (btw, reimburse it from me! Gomen~). On Valentine's Day, Verna stopped over to complete the Charmed Ones and take part in perhaps the first binge drinking session we've had since 3 or 4 years ago. Naie and Pops were there of course and we were itching to continue the Bleach marathon from last month. We had another visitor, Jay... dude, thanks for coming as well.

In summary,


Due to the incorrect number of candles, her age would remain a mystery for now. LOL

Soju was missing from the party since apparently one of us wasn't able to handle it the last time (ahem), but we still ended up bangag anyway from the lack of sleep. And as always, after all the crazy conversations during the wee hours, I had to finish the last drop of alcohol (why?!).

Hey, look at what I discovered after sunrise! Haha.

Anyhoo, I should say we have to get geared up for the next birthday celebrant (if you know what I mean). Hmm, I want a creative gift. Something more creative than what I gave onee-chan on her birthday (I wrote her a story).



*pictures will be posted in a semi-private album

Kampai!

Late friends-only post: Should have been in 2008.

As you all know, I'm not the type of person who comes to school or work half-sloshed. Well.

On the 27th, we had our traditional holiday celebration as eight-year friends: the usual, binge eating and anime marathons. I brought cookies, bacon and green salad and we bought packets of chips and cooked the traditional carbonara. Last year, the pasta was great but the sauce was burnt. This year, the sauce was perfect but the pasta got burned. Even the cat wouldn't eat the pasta, haha! By Angela meticulously picking out the burnt pieces and me salvaging the sauce just in time, the carbonara was the best we've made so far. So next year, we SHOULD get this right! (Or else, what the heck would we have? LOL)

People in my office said the carbonara was really good, by the way. Somehow, I know next Christmas we'll finally get this.

After a few hours, the seemingly innocent soju bottles came out from the fridge. They were purchased from a hidden oriental store I found during my escapades in Manila two years ago. I introduced the store to Joey back then and that's how this imported rice wine found its way to Laguna, haha.









The motivation for the following pictures should probably be clear by now:
Obviously, we were not really drunk. If we were, I don't think anyone will be sane enough to handle a camera. Right? LOL. After three bottles, we were thinking  how we should have bought ten instead! In the end, I had 6 shots of soju minutes before I left for work. (FYI: Soju is like Korean vodka, a little stronger than sake but less intoxicating than regular vodka.) I actually stopped myself as they continued for 4 or 5 shots more. I wasn't tipsy yet, but no matter how much Astring-o-sol I gargle, I know natural body scent won't lie. As I said, I'm not the type who shows up anywhere with a scent or much worse, a hangover.

Despite being so close to just dropping dead at this boring job, I still want to keep it. I still want my money. So after one last swig, I left to take care of Life as they finished the last few shots and continued with a Bleach marathon.

Cosplay Debut

Supposedly.

Before it turned out to be the reunion of the bangag sisters.

It was sort of, a well-prepared cosplay... I'd be Kikyo from InuYasha, and sis would be Sunako Nakahara of Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge (which was pretty easy, by the way). Without the convincing bow and arrow and a decent kimono top, I was pretty much desperate to find anything that would complete the Kikyo look. I was supposed to do Gunslinger Girl Claes, but I lacked the familiar brown dress for her character. Despite coming from Makati, from work, without sleep, we had somehow convinced Angela to let me borrow her taekwondo top. So we waited for her to come home Sunday morning so I can fetch the needed attire from her home. We were almost fully equipped - cameras, clothes, accessories, etc.

And by the way, coming from work, I had no sleep as well.

Finally, she was home as sis and I walked to their house, not to mention having to tolerate stares from the SanLo people as we passed by with the semi-anime look. But because dear Angela was soooo sleepy, we ran up to her room and raided it! Lol. Which turned out to be a bad (eventually, good) idea.

The photo that started it all:

We were only trying to see who was more bangag between the two nocturnal creatures you see above. (Sumisilip sa side yung Kikyo ribbon ko. Haha.)

A series of pictures followed, which got stranger and crazier by the minute... or second, actually.

Although natuloy pa rin yung cosplay... sa loob ng kuwarto!

 

Naisip ko, ngayon lang... mukha kang server sa ramen house! LOL

Remind me, girls... why was there a show of feet? LOL

And why were we UNDEAD? (Dahil yata yun sa paa? LOL)

Natawa ako dun sa isang pic... sayang. :)

Just when we thought we were a little less abnormal... finally...

... there came the SENSELESS  fits of laughter.

Grabe. Honestly, sumakit talaga tiyan ko dito. Hehe. Si Pops, super flushed! x_x Bakit nga tayo tumatawa ulit? May reason ba? Pero tama si Tita, buti na lang we don't work in the same office! Kawawa ang colleagues natin.

And this: (whatever it is you'd call this)

OMG.

Can you imagine we actually had the stomachs for two family-size pizzas after all this? And we were actually able to sleep and wake up sane again?

Oh well. I was kinda glad I didn't cosplay anyway. There's always another Otakon next year and perhaps 50 more years after that. I bet not even the huge otaku conventions can beat our craziness. Haha!



***credits to joeynikaede.multiply.com and wikipedia for the pics

Kyaaa!

The sleeping otaku has been awoken.

By whom? Ahem. My DVD-crazy friends.(Onee-chan is on vacation leave until August, can we finish everything by then?)

I still need hours and hours to finish the anime series that I've already began watching. I'm in the sixth file of Ghost Hunt, and even though Joey advised me against watching it alone (dapat daw kasama sya), I'm itching to get to the next episode! I need to know what's with Lin-san, hmm.  My dvd of La Corda  D'Oro Primo Passo has been collecting dust in my room, and I think Animax has finished airing it. I forgot where I was on Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya) but courtesy of Joey's cool officemate Ms. Marnz, I might actually finish it sooner than I thought.    

 

  

In addition to that, there are a couple of these I have yet to start from episode one! Angela, I'll borrow the Saiunkoku Monogatari dvd if and when I have time, haha. I still have several rmvb downloads of Special A and the Nodame Cantabile Europe special in my laptop, geez. And since I'm starting to lose hope that I can finish all 400+ cases of Detective Conan in this lifetime (uggh...), I'm going to settle for the second live-action adaptation for now. Besides, I know dear sister is aching to see the latest Oguri Shun project, hehe.

So girls, bago nyo ko tambakan ng dvds, patapusin nyo muna yung iba... haha. Besides, I'm in the middle of EiC writing/editing these days. Did I also tell you that Joey and I have a screenplay concept in the works?

If I wanted to die, I couldn't have found a better way.

I'm working with fecal E. coli and three strong concentrated acids namely nitric, hydrochloric, and perchloric acids. Like I said... If I wanted to die, I couldn't have found a better way.

My rats haven't eaten in two days. I hope they're still alive and zinc-supplemented enough 'cause otherwise I'm dead, even dead-er than being exposed to hazardous acids. No one warned me it was gonna be like this though. But I'm alright. I'm not commenting any further.

So I'm blogging but got nothing to write about except senseless babbles. I just miss writing. I think it's been more than a month since I wrote something out of random creative juices. For EiC, it's sad that I've got a lot of notes and drafts that haven't been given attention yet. I still can't believe it's been seven years. Seven years. Of loss, realizations, awakenings, reconciliation, ideas and daydreams. Seven years of writing and drawing. It seems we're never going to get tired of it anyway.

So I guess I'm not dying soon. I'm wearing double masks, nitrile gloves, a lab gown and closed shoes; and working cautiously in a fume hood with a functioning exhaust. Just maybe if I survive this, after seven more years EiC might be a masterpiece.

Forgive me, I'm being overdramatic again. :)