a headache that won’t go away..
saturday was a blast, i drank a considerable amount of red horse, fine, i drank too much alcohol enough to make me woozy the whole night. me and my friends decided to hangout somewhere fresh, where we can just joke around and banter forever, without having to disturb nearby tables enjoying their own private parties. imagine five noisy guys laughing at every wisecrack they think of. after 3 hours of useless fun we then transferred to another place to continue throwing sick jokes at each other, awkward silence was not included in the itinerary.
Went home very late.. oh yeah.. i don’t even remember how i got home, what i do remember is that i stopped by at a sari-sari store to light up a yosi… kasi lasheng nga, i thought Henyetah’s window was broken ‘coz i can’t seem to close it, thinking that the store is just a few steps away, i left the car with its window open. I should be vigilant i said, else Henyetah’s gone for good, me left standing there with a stick of yosi i can’t even enjoy. Laughed at myself minutes after because i realized that i shut off the engine hence the non-working power window. funny.
i slept at around 6am, without even taking time to undress myself before going to bed. woke up at exactly 10am with a headache trying to kill my ass off. still dizzy, sleepy and disoriented, i got up. Hangover i said. Thought i could shake it off with a cup of coffee, but no, so i made another one. without any luck, i decided to have an early lunch. then take a paracetamol. you know how it works. i hate taking pills so i shrug the thought off. i said i can bear with it as long as i keep myself busy.
just a few minutes in ym, got an invitation from a very good friend. said a hot soup would heal the hungover. not thinking that it’s a weekend, that i still need to do my laundry, dishes and clean up the mess in my room i made a few days ago. i said yes immediately inviting the same people i’m with a few hours ago. 30 minutes after, i found myself picking up my friends again to go to binondo for the soup a friend promised. i can almost taste the chinese “hot and sour” soup i’ve been craving for months now.
we met up with another friend in manda so we could transfer to his car. parking is a test of patience in binondo so we decided to use his car. he offered his, he knows the in’s and out’s of the city so who am i to complain?
my second time in ongpin. first time in 168 mall. first time in intramuros. though raining, the day was fun-filled with friends who disgust monotony. i spent the whole day nursing a hungover with a headache that won’t go away. but it was worth it. had a very heavy dinner, and yes the soup was there.
the dream i had a while ago was sipping a chinese hot and sour soup, but had a large bowl of white chicken mami instead. so much with my crappy imagination. but i had a roasted duck for dinner. come on!!!?! walking every now and then inside the city limits requires me to refuel more than usual. I need a big meal to compensate the depression of having a dirty feet, a 168-binondo dirty feet. lols.
I slept 12midnight hoping this headache fades away the next day. woke up very early… just imagine yourself waking up at 5am realizing the fact that if i sleep at exactly 12midnight would mean waking up 5hours later without any choice but get up and fancy the young day ahead.
I decided to sleep more and ignored the peeping sun rays trying to fry my face that moment. A smile came after because my head is already clear, meaning the headache’s gone, only to discover that it came back after a few sips of my coffee while checking mails in front of my computer.
It’s gonna be a long day ahead. But hey, a superb saturday gig plus a rainy sunday trip i wouldn’t trade for a luxurious weekend sleep. another great weekend on the list. 