LUST

I want the SMART Amazing Phone. And I can get it for 800 freaking bucks. Hot damn!

I cannot believe it.

Heiniously busy yesterday. Stayed up all night the other night just to finish the script. Turned in at about five in the effing morning and had to wake up at eight.

And I still have to write tons more before Tuesday leaps off the table.

But after that...relative freedom, meaning, that the boss is away but certainly the work isn't. Arrgh.

JUKEBOX QUEEN

She took up my afternoon. My morning was spent trying to contact The Boss for one thing or the other.

And it's not over yet. Fifteen pages of television script by 10p.m. Sweet Heavenly Father.

Raining outside. My stomach's grumbling and there's nowhere to eat.

Bless this day.

The hour turned into four...

Damn damn damn.

Cigarettes: 2; Potato Chips: 80 effing grams; Work done: Yes, yes, yes!!!!

Ate chicken, again. Nowhere else to go here at this time of night. Meanwhile, HE is forcing me to eat more potatochips -- as if I needed fattening up. HE says for me to log out now so I will. Fine!

More to go, tomorrow. Ouch.

An hour more.

Cigarettes: 1; Texts from a ghost: 5 (um, kinda weird and sudden too)

My guess is somebody put him up to it. Probably The Girl. Just to, you know, create chaos in my orderly universe. Why oh why? I mean, why now? And why is he asking about HIM? Fishing, more like.

Baffling. Gotta have one more cig to think things over while HE’s not looking. Hmmm.

It’s not that I’m having well, you know, regrets or anything. I’m way past them when it comes to THIS. But then, I’m sure there’s always what-ifs.

I refused to see him the last time I had a chance. For two reasons: HIM and well, me. I don’t why I’m so…hell.

And here I am, waiting for some more apparitions, kahit sa text lang.

Too early to have anything to say but then this might be my only chance to blog today. I am going to try and put a website next week. I wanted to today but then I won't be able to get any work done so next week it is...

Haaay. Another day.

I went to Greenbelt yday. Ha d ameeting at Seagafredo. Their hot chocolate is so thick and creamy you practically have to unclog your throat afterwards. I unclogged mine with their Margherita Pizza, which is so thin you actually have to eat several slices before declaring that your stomach is bursting with cheese and tomatoes. The meal cost me nothing of course. Buti na lang as I had 20 bucks with me when I arrived there. :)

Didnt get a chance to blog last night. Went to my mom's 'cause it's her birthday and I'm soooo happy (not to mention so full). I'm so happy because, well, basta.

Yun lang... nothing interesting happening to me at the moment kasi e.

Of course, being anewbie, didn't realize i was on a different time zone. Teehee.

Changed it now. It IS Monday here in Manila....

Monday morning. Jesus.

My computer is at it again. It has a mind of its own and, like me, it does not like Monday mornings. Anyway, more time for me to blog.

Just thinking of this afternoon makes me feel exhausted. I have a meeting at 1pm in Pasig, then have to rush fat bottom to Makati by 145pm. Then, there's a taping at 4. And I have to be in Quezon City for my mom's birthday dinner around 7.

Mondays are a bitch.

My first ever blog entry.

Thanks to Yayie for a very good suggestion. *Mwah*

A week ago I read Bridget Jones The Edge of Reason. I haven't actually read the first book but then I've watched the movie on video so I was eager to get to know more about what Bridget is up to. Read it in one sitting. Read through the night in fact. Now I want to read the first book. Teehee.

I watched The Italian Job last night. Of course, testosterone red alert talaga but anyways I enjoyed it, as it's free. Our boss treated us (me, Joks, and Sheryl, an officemate) kasi he's having a so-called mid-life crisis at kailangan niya ng kasama else, baka magkamali at magkasala pa.

Kaya yun.

I'm not looking forward to this week which I feel will prove to be a hellish one for me as boss is leaving for Melbourne in gasp! EIGHT days and I have to finish two scripts not to mention advance column articles before he leaves. Where did the time go? I knew he was leaving a month ago pa. Panic, panic, panic.

Anyway. Back to work...and it's Sunday.