Weekend, Schmeekend

Quite an eventful weekend I've had.

We had Maricel's (first) birthday celebration Friday night. I wasn't feeling too well. Had to skip work that day because I just couldn't get my head up. I had the mental image of me battling my eyes to stay open at work. Figured getting some rest would be better than lasting through the day groggy ( not to mention embarrassing myself in the process) at work. Bert picked up MJ from work, then picked me up at home. Had to pick up EJ too at Bondi. We started heading to Pancake on the Rocks for the dinner celebration. Left the house at half past six, got to The Rocks at quarter to nine. Some long drive. Just when you think I couldn't have eaten any later, I couldn't find Maricel in the restaurant! Gave her a quick ring only to find out we were at the wrong branch. We were meeting at Pancake on the Rocks -- Darling Harbour branch. Oh well, we couldn't stand driving anymore. Trying to find parking in Sydney on a Friday night is not an easy task. Took a cab instead. Time check: nine. Dinner at nine. Just what my ailing body needed. The rest of the night was fun. Went to Lowenbrau for some dancing and drinks. Got home 3-ish.

Buzz!

The sound of the alarm. Saturday morning. I was meeting up with an old friend from Cebu - TJ. I used to call her Ate TJ, but the prefix sounds a bit, uhm..., childish to me now. TJ, Ate TJ, Tessa . Ten in the morning. I haven't heard from TJ yet. Thought their ship prolly hasn't docked yet. TJ is in a band performing on a cruise ship. What a life! I mean that the good way though. Anyway, so I left TJ a message on Friendster. I told her we might be taking her to Bondi - Sydney's world famous beach - as the weather was looking mighty fine. A warm 35 degrees. Bert arrived 11-ish, but MJ and I were in the middle of brunch. Bert joined us for bruch having corned beef ala MJ. Corned beef with mushroom, onions and egg. 12 o'clock. Still no word from TJ. We decided to start heading to Bondi and telling TJ to catch up with us there. The beach wasn't as packed as I excpected, which was good. The boys dozed off on the sand while I burried myself in my book - Twilight's fouth installment - Breaking Dawn. Four-ish, still no word from TJ. She's definitely not joining us for sure. It was too late to do anything. We had to start heading off too, as we had to head to Glenwood for another dinner party. But not without stopping by Bondi Hotel for a quick beer. Highlight of my day? Lechon at the dinner party.

Buzz!

Dang this alarm. Sunday morning. We had to rush again for the second part of Maricel's birthday celebration. It was a lunch gathering of dual purpose. Aside from the birthday, Manny Pacquaio was also fighting Oscar de la Hoya. I instictively thought Manny didn't have a chance. With Oscar's experience and the obvious advantage in his vital statistics, PacMan was sure to fall flat on his face. I've never been a big fan of Boxing. I even think it's such a cruel sport! How can you avoid cringing when your motivation is crushing your opponent to pieces. Then the unthinkable happened... de la Hoya throws i the towel! Woohoo! I'm not a fan of boxing, sure, but I've just become a fan of Manny Pacquiao.

Buzz!
Snooze.
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Snooze.
Buzz!!!!!!!!

Fine, I give up. I'm awake. Monday morning... Can I get through the day alive? I was only feeling slightly better now than I was on Friday but I couldn't afford to miss a day of work again. Eventually, I got to the office all in one piece.

Start of another week.