How to be sick

I just got home from an outing with the girls; Bra, China, and Caty. So! I had just gotten my car the day before (yeah, congratulations to me!) but hmm... well, Pipi had asked if i could drive both her and Bra over to the bar we were going to for the night. They knew that i had gotten the car, they knew that it was a shift (stick, manual, standard), they also knew that i had never owned a shift car... (okay my Blogville ppl, follow me on this!)

So what business was there of mine with a manual car???
WELL! I FELL IN LOVE! I FELL IN LOVE WITH A CAR THAT IS MANUAL AND DECIDED TO LEARN TO DRIVE MANUAL`!

Some of you may know that i have been going through some tough times lately, well those times got even tougher when i decided to buy a car that i love and not one that i could drive. Stupid? yes. Real? also, yes.

Deep inside this soul of mine is a really irrational too-damn-spontaneous-for-her-own-good chic that tends to do things just because she thinks she can. Well, its certainly made a Uturn to bite a chunck off my bottom!

So anyway, i got to their house and thankfully, Bra had driven over to Pipi's house making it much easier. Foxy was to meet us there. I got to Pipi's house, barely! While driving on the freeway, i was fine. But on the streets?! Oh my goodness! Stopping at the lights meant hell because once it turns green and i had to move, it would take me years and a lot of stuggle! anyway, i managed to keep the engine going till i got to Pipi's driveway.

So i went in, got ready. Got in the car... started driving...
China: are you okay?
Truth: yeah, just learnt how to drive yesterday... (i should have stopped here but...) yeah, i learnt it in one and a half hours.
Bra (eyes bulging): WHATTTT!!okay, i'll try not to freak
China: well, she drove here so she should be okay.

And i was, till i got to a hill! It was at a stop light so i had to stop. Now if any readers out there drives stick, you'll know that going up a hill is tricky and stopping at one is even tricky-er! Once you try to drive, the car slides backward toward the bottom of the hill! Oh lawd, so anyway, i put my hazard signals on hoping that the car behind me would move so i wouldnt reverse into it. For what seemed like eternity, the driver wouldnt budge. we were at a stop light on a busy street. Eventually, he moved, blaring his horn at me like it was his abosolute revenge! But even after he left, i couldnt get the car to stop rolling back. So i turned it off.

The girls were panicking.
Bra called her boyfie
Bra: babe! can you teach Truth how to drive a manual?
China was in the backseat, cracking up
Bra:no, i mean... now! We're on Bunir street, at a stop light, and she cant drive it.

Eventually, Bra's boyfie decided he'll come down to meet us. he would drive down with his car (automatic) that way,we could switch cars. I would drive his auto and he, my manual.It was the perfect plan for the stupidest situation. Until the cops arrived.

Once we saw them, i knew we had to make something up.
i turned to the girls "Okay, tell them i'm sick!"
Bra: yeah, tell them you feel like vomiting!
Cop 1 came up to the window: Is everything alright, ladies?
Truth: (pretending to be sick) i.. feel... like so nauseous
Cop 1: oh, you shouldnt be driving then... do you need an ambulance?
Ambu-whaaa! I dont want an ambulance! What if they find out theres nothing wrong with me! I just want to go out and party for my birthday cotdanggit!!! but i had to pretend, so...
Truth: yeah, i need gravol

And so an ambulance was called. In the meantime, i pretended i was going to throw up while Bra rubbed my back. It was the funniest thing ever. We were there for an hour. Caty showed up, i looked up at her and cursed her under my breath for not keeping a straight face. They couldnt tell, but i knew her heart was tearing up with laughter because she knew i was pretending. Bra called her boyfie and told him about the lie. the ambulance and paramedics showed up. If they assessed me, i would have to go to the hospital. HELL NAW! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY BIRTHDAY OUTING!!! I DONT WANT TO SPEND IT IN SOME HOSPITAL!!!

They asked me if i wanted an assessment and i refused, I reassured them that i would go to the local pharmacy to pick up some gravol. Bra's boyfie got in my car while Bra took his. As we were driving, the cops followed us for a while but they eventually left. So, Bra's boyfie and i got to talking and supposedly, i had been using the wrong gears! On the freeway, i was using gear2! and on the regular streets, i was on gear 1! Okay, lesson learned!

The girls and i had a good laugh about the acting we did. LOL! Life is so funny.
We went out to a bar, had a blast. One of the best times i have ever had. HAD A BLAST! Mr. Diek called but i didnt get to speak with him, called him when i got home, but he was already asleep i think... oh wait... backup! I havent even bloged about Mr. Diek!

Okay, i'm too tired now but i'll blog about him tomorrow or something. I'm crashing at Pipi's house, too tired to drive home!

Had a blast last night! Thank God for everything!

This weekend

has een a blast!
i have partied, reunited with an old love, re-fell in love, AND i havent slept a wink! i have worked over 32 hours and realised how much my clients appreciate me! i love this weekend!


details latah sha

Last Saturday

so i had to work at 7am

went to work and heard the story- one of my clients had died
last time i saw her was on thursday
and when i did, she looked half way there
i'll miss her-
not for her kindness, because she wasnt kind
not for her compassion because she wasnt compassionate
not for her thoughtfullness nor empathy because she couldnt give a damn about any other person than herself
she was as selfish as a newborn
she just lacked empathy
but anyway, i'll miss her
this woman has been through so much
so much that i cant say- cant get into details
but shes fought, lost, and hardly won any...
she won peace in the end
may her soul rest in perfected peace

i got home, fell asleep
woke up to the ring tone of my phone-
Francois was calling...

Francois- oh Francois
met her in highschool.
when i met her, she was a typical FOB
or so i thought
anyway, i guess my first impression of her was right because i still see her as a FOB sometimes
Shes been my best friend for years
we've been through so much drama
and i can always confide in her
studies suggests that females are more likely to consider whoever they can tell their deepest secrets to as their closest friend
Francois would be mine for such reason
i have told her everything
everything but one thing
the story of that one thing is for another day
Francois bore my goddaughter- Janea
dont ask about the father because the story of Francois, Janea and her dad, can fill a book

Truth: ya?
i hardly ever say "hello"...
Francoise: hey, u coming to a party with me this saturday
i was suprised-- this chick never goes out. and since she became a mother last year, that hardly has dwindled even more to rarely
Truth: oh? where
Francoise: this one party thats going on.
Truth: i'll think about it. i already have a party to go to
i was just teasing her- i wouldnt dare missing out on a day that Francoise actually decides to go out
Francoise: where? it doesnt even matter anyway, i hope you can make it to this one
Truth: this guy on Facebook that i been talking to
Francoise: are you cheating on TBS??? forget TBS, are you cheating on ME???
Francoise and i always says we're lesbians- i'm her girlfriend. some people actually believe this.
if only they knew i'm as straight as my man's dick... but then again, on second thought... his dick really aint dat straight ;)
Truth: oh shutup- its not like that. i havent even met the guy. he sent me an email about his birthday party. besides, these other girls i go out with- we planed to go out tonight
Francoise: well, i hope you can make it


at about 10pm, I started getting ready
wore this beautiful new dress i just got
anyway, got dressed- looking in the mirror
i looked so punkish with my new do
i loved it! a punk in a dress lmao


anyway, Francoise called to tell me shes on her way there- i should meet her there but call her before i left home
she gave me a brief idea of where it was - all i had to do was call her to get the full details

i left home, i called my best friend
she didnt pick up
i called again
and again and again and again- called 20 times
this girl didnt pick up
i was halfway across town- i had to be at work the next morning at 7am
i had risked so much just for this night, and here i was, close to the place but i cant seem to get the detailed directions because Francoise wasnt answering her phone...!!!!!!!!


why does she always do this to me?
everytime Francise and i make plans, she fucks it up! i swear!
i wanted to kill her
it took me an hour and a half and a lot of help from friends to figure out where the place was


hmm... i have been here before!
this place brings such horrible memories i really didnt want to be there
the last time i was here, was the first time i'd ever been there. and that time , i was screwed over... omg- this brings back such horrible memories of a horrible night!
(details later)

i got there, looked around for signs of a great party
party hall? check
lots of cars? check
blaring music? none

i went in anyway
omg- and i really shouldnt have. everyone in there looked like they were there for some kind of ritual
they all had thesame outfits on- black and red... i thought "wtf?! am i in the midst of a cult meeting?"
i called my dear Francoise 5 more times- no answer
i looked around- they were all speaking gibberish- some kind of language i didnt understand. they looked at me funny... i guess cuz i was wearing something that didnt make me look like i was mourning???
i looked through the crowd for Francoise's face but it was fruitless- they all had thesame things on- couldnt even find Bush there if he'd been there.
i left.

i called Nat - got her to mapquest the Facebook guy's address for me... she did, gave me the directions
i got there, went in ... waltzed in like the diva i pretend to be,
and looked for him

i quit looking when i realised there about 6 guys there who fit the description :"tall, built, light skinned"
i left
on my way home, i thought
Truth, u went to a party, and u didnt even check the guys nor flirt??? HELL NAWW!

on my way back there, Francoise called
i was fuming as i answered
Truth: WHAT?!
Francoise: i'm sorry, i didnt hear my phone ring
Truth: you always do that shit, i cant...
the phone disconnected. anyway, i'll deal with her later
i went back there, saw these two gys leaving, ased them if they knew who Shawn was, they said "ya" and showed me
he recognised me immediately
how come? i'm all pierced up with no hair- a big difference from the pics he's seen of me- yet he recognized me.
he gave me a hug- Oh my word! he was TALL! he was BUILT!
i maintained my cool regardless.

Shawn: so! u came!
Truth: i sure did!
Shawn: thats nice, thanks for coming
i dont know why i felt the need to lie, but i did:
Truth: ya, i had to drop one of my friends down the street, so i thought to pop in

why oh why did i lie???? i didnt even have to! pride is a devilish thing!

i left there shortly after... i didnt know anyone there but him- i left. but i was glad i came there
i got home, got cleaned up, and woke up late the next day, for work
got ready in a hurry,
hurried into my car
and drove as far as i could
as the proverb
"jack of all trade, master of none"
replayed in my head

Truth to self: something's gotta give

i must learn to unclutter the clutters in my cluttered life.