"YOU LOOK BLOOMING, who are you dating?" Jerusalem could only blush and giggle like a schoolgirl in reply. Typical Jerusalem behavior, the one that endeared us in the first place. The group has all eyes on Jerusalem, the non-answer to the question sparking more interest than the question warranted in the first place. No one's eating nor discussing in little groups anymore, as all attention was given to Jerusalem. Still no answer, only that sweet, adorable smile.
One after another, the group uttered a name, trying to elicit a reaction from Jerusalem. With each name given, only a giggle and a shake of the head issues forth -- no. Predictably, more names are given, but still, no affirmative response from Jerusalem.
Stumped, the group gave up as one and changed tactics, slapping Jerusalem in the arms, just enough to hurt the name out. When asking nicely doesn't work, a bit of manhandling can do wonders. After a few minutes of laughing banter and not a few exchanges of slaps, Jerusalem did relent. "Okay, I'll tell," Jerusalem said.
"So who are you dating?" Mirror asked expectantly, a hint of a smile building at the corner of his mouth.
Silence all around the table, all ears upon Jerusalem's announcement.
"I'm dating Night Shift."
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My eyes shot open and I heard my fist thumping the bed as if in frustration.
What a way to wake up in the morning.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Addictions: Wine
I've been craving for wine for some time now, and it's such happy coincidence that I some bottles at my disposal. But seeing as I am out of the house most times, I haven't had the time to enjoy my reds as they should be. And the times when I am in, I am unable to find my corkscrew.
Some two Christmases ago, a former officemate gave me a multi-tool (okay, a faux Swiss Army knife) as a gift. I seldom use it but deemed its usefulness to come in handy sometime, so I kept it. The funny thing with my stuff, I keep it, knowing it will come in handy, but it gets lost the moment I need it. And for about a week, I've been looking for that damned corkscrew, well cursory searches, that is, I've very little time spent in the house these days, and most of those times are spent sleeping.
Today though, I am happily without weekend plans and my corkscrew search was a success! So with corkscrew in hand, I slowly twisted my way onto the cork, my mouth already watering at the anticipation of that acidic earthiness the bottle promised. But no matter how much I tugged, the cork stayed firmly in place, as if in silent mocking at my apparent lack of strength.
After a few more tries, I checked the bottle and found out the problem:
My fake Swiss knife couldn't handle the cork and the wine bottle. Silly of me to think that it would open, really.
So, until I find a good enough corkscrew, that bottle of wine will continue to mock me night after night.
Damn.
Some two Christmases ago, a former officemate gave me a multi-tool (okay, a faux Swiss Army knife) as a gift. I seldom use it but deemed its usefulness to come in handy sometime, so I kept it. The funny thing with my stuff, I keep it, knowing it will come in handy, but it gets lost the moment I need it. And for about a week, I've been looking for that damned corkscrew, well cursory searches, that is, I've very little time spent in the house these days, and most of those times are spent sleeping.
Today though, I am happily without weekend plans and my corkscrew search was a success! So with corkscrew in hand, I slowly twisted my way onto the cork, my mouth already watering at the anticipation of that acidic earthiness the bottle promised. But no matter how much I tugged, the cork stayed firmly in place, as if in silent mocking at my apparent lack of strength.
After a few more tries, I checked the bottle and found out the problem:
My fake Swiss knife couldn't handle the cork and the wine bottle. Silly of me to think that it would open, really.
So, until I find a good enough corkscrew, that bottle of wine will continue to mock me night after night.
Damn.
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