FRAGMENTARY SLEEP..and last night at a party.

( something I wrote last week but forgot to post hihihihi. an entry from the diary of my scattered brain)

I‘m very, very, tired. I have flying saucer eyes. I don’t sleep like normal people sleep. I have bouts of fragmentary sleep, which is sleep that last only a few hours followed by, a succession of hours of long contemplation about the meaning of life in stark darkness. Maybe that would explain why my body is tired.

Last night I went to a party at my Uncle’s place. We arrived very early so we had plenty of time to kill before the festivities started. Who better to kill the time than Ricky Martin, right? Whose hip-shaking extravaganza is enough to make your grandmother fumble for the remote…………..to turn the volume up. I swear I had to suppressed about a million giggles…… It gave me a small stomachache.

But have no fear because after about 30 minutes of Ricky Martin live is Europa vcd…It was turned off to make way for a more, ehem… special treat…… drum rolls pls. à Paul Anka’s greatest lifetime hits!!! Now, if you’ve never heard of Paul Anka, this is the one for you. Because, it covers all of his wonderful hits starting from the year 1950’s onwards. Seriously, you have to give the guy credit, he created some of pop music’s most treasure possession, such as puppy love, Diana, young at heart and of course… my way, which he originally wrote but gave to Frank Sinatra.

But we’ll get to that later.

So after what seemed like an eternity, but I’m sure it couldn’t have been more than an hour, we were summoned to the dining hall. To meet, alas!!! My long lost relatives from a distant land. Wow! They were so nice…. nice…nice….nice…..I think that was the first time I've ever met them. Maybe I've met them before when I was really young and still in diapers, I don't really remember.


So off to the dining room we go ---

The food was to die for, oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
The fruit salad was divine. The barbecue mouth watering. The pancit palabok was so good, I wanted to cry (hehehe).The releno bangus, (I’m sorry sumptuous fish, I didn’t get to taste you, but I was so full, maybe next time we will meet again), I was told was the star of the evening. Then there was the lumpiang shang-hai, that made me forget my name. The brown friend rice that tasted so perfect in my mouth, yum-yum. Then there was the kare-kare, that sadly, for me will forever remain a mystery, cause at this point I’ve reach my threshold for victuals consumption. So my happy story about the culinary delights I came upon that evening must end here.



KARAOKE TIME….. (did I just say that aloud?) oh yes I did, make no mistakes about it...we're gonna smoke them out of their holes.

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve dreaded this moment. I’ve relived it in my nightmare, many times. Beads of sweat running down your forehead, as you try to surreptitiously get away, but alas! somebody catches you in action, and pins you down of the sofa, while handing you the dreaded set of microphone, as the first few notes of I will surve bursts into the air signaling the start of a humiliation that will result in a lifetime trauma.

Lucky it didn’t happen that night. But it almost did. How I got away it?
I can only attribute to a miracle.

So after hours and hours of karaoke…including one of my uncles performing a standing ovation rendition of my way…he scored a 98!!!! I dunno if anybody has ever scored a hundred! We very discreetly snuck out of the door, full blast of karaoke singing still happenin’ in the background….. Us kids (lol) decided to opt for the more quiet comfort of the patio, with one of my cousins playing the guitar, alt/rock hits were the order of the evening. There was a lot of talk about music that evening..lots of radiohead..smashing pumpkins..blur... pinkfloyd….radioactive sago…and of course bamboo… and with that we passed the evening up to the werewolf hours of the night…. lots of music…lots of laughter…lots of good food…
Not a bad way to spend the night eh??????