party, poopers and puzzles

I was at a party a couple of weeks back when the party poopers a.k.a. the police came. This was on the night of my last day at work before my vacation. They came not to ask us to stop. They were so angry that they were ready to arrest the host. They said we were too loud. Fine. We could stop. No one needs to take anyone to the bloody police station.

It was a Friday night. It was in a residential complex. It was in an apartment building. The windows and doors were not opened but since I could hear my neighbors’ footsteps, their neighbors probably heard us there then. Their neighbors should have at least asked us to stop before calling the police. Plus, don’t we/they get the right to have a party in our/their very own house? once in a while?

This is not the first time foreigners get in trouble because of a party. This is probably the only party that did not stop, though. We left and moved to another apartment ^^. There are, I think, five apartment complexes in my small neighborhood. There were other apartments and neighbors.

The thing is the police here will not even blink if they see a man beating his kids or wife. Also, I used to live downtown where every night drunk people fight. My neighbors and I (all foreigners) were almost tempted to film a documentary ;p. I also used to live in another downtown were we got CCTV anywhere and police patrol every hour. BTW, I live in a very safe country. No guns. No drugs. We just got bitches and booze.

I had my very own house party here. My first ever. I’m a terrible host. It was in a building in an apartment complex. We were not playing loud music (My neighbors are used to my loud music). We weren’t dancing or jumping around (My neighbors are used to me and my dog). I do think we were loud enough to be heard by the entire apartment complex, though. My neighbors are just more fun loving and very understanding.

I met a wonderful lady at that police-infested party. There were four! officers. The most numbers I’ve seen that is not in the riot squad or the drunk driving blockades. She went home before the police came. She actually told us that the police got in when she got off the elevator.

We had dinner for her the other day. She is going back home for a two-month vacation. I’m jealous. I’m envious. She gets to go shopping. I hope she and I could walk my dog together. She likes dogs. She lives in my apartment complex (in a much bigger apartment). I bet a party at her place would be great. I can’t wait for her to come back.

Why am I blogging? I needed a break. I have been doing my glow-in-the-dark 1000 pcs puzzle. I cannot differentiate the yellows of the puzzle anymore. I started on Saturday, I think. It is a waterfall showing the fish underwater and the luscious greens and yellows around it.

Yeah, I was home, almost home, the entire weekend. I’m usually at my BF’s apartment on Sundays (that’s my 4th home). It’s his turn to cook dinner ;p. We usually have dinner with his friends. He also starts work at 9am. I start work at 3pm. I have the time to drive or take the bus. I don’t think anyone could pay me enough money to get up and go to work before lunchtime.

Anyway, I got another puzzle to do when my BF goes on vacation. It is again a glow-in-the-dark 1000pcs. It is the Hong Kong skyline. I’m excited. I started on the frame. My dog just walked all over it so I got to start all over again.

My BF is going back home for two weeks in two weeks. I already got another party for that weekend when he is not here. I’m also thinking of getting the day off to see him off seven hours away. Yup, the airport is that fooking far! I hope he does spend more time with his family than partying and meeting friends. I’d do the partying and meeting friends for him. So, I might meet my friends up north when he leaves. He leaves on a Saturday night. Another party waiting to happen.

I hope to finish both puzzles before he gets back.

I hope to meet friends and party while the BF is not here.

I hope to never meet any more of those party poopers for as long as I live ;p

blogging blind…gumbo size…

Fourth day of my so-called vacation, I am blind and blogging. Not in the comfort of my new 100++ sqm apartment (I’m not really sure if I like my new neighborhood – needs another post) but I’m in one with a better view.

I need new glasses and lenses. My next pair would be colored to scare the hell out of my students or ones that just might entertain them. I should get a haircut, too. A skinhead would feel so much better. Those would change how I see the world. Or what I would see staring back at me. That would just be the old me though. I liked the old me.

I am  not seeing the world right. Either the world has gone misty or the sun is not shining hard enough.

I am oblivious of what I think really matters (I might blog about those later). I have survived a year here (I’ve been driving more often). I would normally not last 90 days without shopping at the wonderful world of duty free. An airport duty free shop is the closest place to home. Home is where all my shit and crap are.

I do not see a new pair of shoes in my house or in my car. 2008 is the year I do not have a new pair or even a new swatch for my birthday. The tradition has ended. I lost a swatch this year, too. Someone somewhere is very lucky and very happy. Damn! I won’t get anything like that again.

The only me that I recognize is the me with the dog – may I stand fast and strong. I still crave pizza (not the usual a pizza box a day) and cheeseburgers (My comfort food – one for every hour of my stress-free conscious life). I do not remember the last time I was drunk. I do not remember the last time I coughed so hard I thought I died and gone to heaven. (Ha! I just called the pizza man ;p.)

I got two 1000 pcs glow-in-the-dark jigsaw puzzles which could make me oblivious to the world around me. I got a 300 gigs portable hard drive with all the entertainment I would ever need. I got a laptop only for my computer games. I could actually fly home tomorrow if I want to – I’m going to miss GFs going crazy in Palawan TOT. I passed on a job – $800 to show up for five days. There are just other things that I need to see and are more important.

What is in front of me right now that I can see clearly? None. These are what I can almost see. There is a breakfast mug from Mcds, 3 packs of menthols, a samsung anycall cellphone, an Acer laptop (hence, the gumbo size) and my clean-your-bloody-lenses-kit.

Pizza is here. We’ll find out if it is just me hungry blogging not blogging blind.

Btw, I’m having so much fun not seeing the world right.

I wonder how my BF looks like without my lenses??