I was forcibly awoken at 9AM because Mum called and was looking for some GC that she's missing. I try to sound as awake as possibly because Mum advocates the 'People Need to Wake Up Early' cause and well, I don't. So to make my life easier and less filled with her lectures when she calls and I just woke up I put on this 'awake' voice.
This voice sounds as if I've been awake hours earlier but can sometimes sound annoyed or impertinent. Because the truth is half of my brain is still asleep and the other half is pro'lly plotting a good way to murder whoever woke me up.
After telling her that "no, I don't know where the GCs are and has she checked in her bag" to which she replies in an insolent tone saying that she did and that's why she's calling me because she couldn't find it in her bag(my god, it's the same reasoning I have when I'm wide awake and logical...and she's annoyed with me when I use that logic. How hypocritical.) I gave the cellphone to my brother, mentally wished him luck(because he has more patience than me) and went back to burrow myself under my pillows and sleep.
I woke up again around 1:30PM only to find myself alone in the Condo.
And hungry.
So there I was alone and hungry thinking about what I should eat when I remembered my brother saying yesterday that we would eat out today for lunch.
Only it's 1:30PM and definitely past lunch and I was still at the Condo and they were pro'lly outside somewhere.
Eating lunch.
Without me.
I felt pretty betrayed at that point.
I mean how dare they just go out and eat without me.
Seriously, the least they could have done was try and wake me up before they went out.
But no. They didn't. So I was left alone.
Alone and hungry.
I indulged in a little hunger self-pity thinking while I toasted a few of the bread Mum sent over.
While chomping on my toasted bread I figured I'd make them feel guilty for eating out without me by calling them and proclaiming how hungry I am.
I'm not very nice when I'm hungry and betrayed.
Apparently they haven't eaten yet when I called.
In fact, when I called our maid she was still out with my brother's girlfriend in Divisoria and my brother was somewhere out trying to find somewhere to fix the flat tire of the car.
At which point I vaguely remember our maid telling me about them going to Divisoria and her leaving me the cellphone in case Mum called.
Just then my brother arrived and asked me if I wanted to go eat out. I said yes and he told me to take a bath.
I felt a little guilty for having so little trust in them that I would believe so easily that they left me behind.
I suppose I have trust issues. Or maybe it was the hunger.
I don't know but I felt guilty.
Anyways I took a shower then and when I came back to the room wrapped in my towel, I did my usual after shower jiggy and then let out this short super freaked out scream when my vision landed on an unfamiliar brownish lump on top of my printer.
My first thought was:
"Oh my god! A severed head."
That was simultaneous with the short super freaked out sounding scream.
I almost ran out of the room going to tell everyone(everyone was back at this point) that there was a severed head in my room but I stopped when I focused my vision on the brown lump.
It wasn't a severed head. Or anything remotely scary or gross.
It was just a fat Buddha statue.
But not any ordinary fat Buddha. It's my fat Buddha soulmate!
It's the fat Buddha I saw two months or so ago and that I fell in love with just because he's super adorable!
Here he is:
Is he not the most adorable fat Buddha ever?!
Isn't he?
Agree with me or some semi-decapitated, bleeding contortionist chick will come at 3AM and eat your face off!
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Yes, I know he's adorable.
He is named Bud.
I know you aren't supposed to name a fat Buddha statue but I couldn't resist. This Buddha is not like a normal generic Buddha. This Buddha is my statue soulmate. He is special.
It was definitely love at first sight. Mum was shopping for lamps and light fixtures and I was wandering around the shop when I saw him.
I stopped. Like mid-step I stopped. That was how awesome he is. I stopped mid-step and just stared.
And then there was this giddy feeling and I just knew that I had to have him.
I told Mum about him. I explained how special and adorable he is.
Mum told me he looked lazy.
I was offended. How could she say that? Bud is the most epic looking Buddha ever. I told her so. I told her that I want him.
I had never felt such a close connection to a Buddha statue before and I wanted Bud. Mum refused to buy him then because she didn't think Bud was a lucky Buddha.
You can only imagine how horrified I felt.
I don't know if Mum bought Bud or if my brother bought him. I should really ask so I can thank whoever bought it properly.
My life seems a bit brighter now that Bud is residing in my room and I think it's right to thank whoever bought Bud.
Yes so I'm totally happy with Bud. I just gave him a hug and a pat on the head. I can't stop grinning while looking at him.
Right so, this blog entry is getting really long so I'm going to finish up now.
I still haven't eaten at Yakimix because when I finally told my brother that we should go eat there, there was a friggin line at the entrance. The lady at front told us that we were number 14 in waiting.
I know people say Yakimix is delicious and affordable but there is no way in hell I am waiting outside where it is warm wearing a long sleeve yarn top while my stomach is grumbling telling me that it wants to eat.
LIKE NOW.
So we didn't eat at Yakimix and went to SALA Bistro instead.
The food was delicious. The potato gratin that came with the Confit Lamb Shoulder was divine. Like heaven. Seriously. It's like potato and pudding together.
I'm glad we ate there.
But anyways I seemed rather slow earlier because I read the Confit Lamb Shoulder on the menu and I was like "Where's the lamb's shoulder?"
My brother's girlfriend thinks then motions at her shoulders. My brother says "Syempre, yung malapit sa leeg."(Of course, the one near the neck).
And I say, "Oh, okay."
But I still can't picture it. I don't know why!
Anyways despite that the lamb was still yummy and soft. And I had a good dinner.
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My god that was a long post.
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