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Sunday, December 31, 2006
The Year That Was

Today is the last day of the year and its time to reflect of the events that has transpired for this year.  The following are the things that has happened in my life this year and most of them will most likely remain in the past:



  • I lost 30 lbs after working out in the gym for 7 consecutive months

  • I have fallen and lost in love with one of the people I thought who was worthy.  I still don't have any regrets but wishing that someone would put a bullet in his head for being such an ass.

  • I have gone to Laiya, Boracay, Baguio and Laguna for a time out from my usual routine.

  • I have ridden a bike again and got over my phobia after my accident two years ago.

  • A very dear friend has left for the States

 


 

Monday, December 25, 2006
My Naughty Christmas Photos

Now that I got your attention, babatiin muna kita....


Ooops!  Wrong one.  I meant this.....



Saturday, December 23, 2006
On Blog Depression

Are you suffering from blog depression?

I was browsing through Carlo Ang's blog when I came across his post on blog depression. Nonist.com has launched an informational pamphlet regarding blog depression. Its symptoms are found below.



If you are having a fit of déjà vu then don't fret, take a deep breath and remind yourself that nobody bloody cares what you write except you. Don't let your blog affect you.
Blogs are there for you to freely express your opinions at your own pace. If you can't handle it, delete it then let it go before it gets the best of you.

Unsent Love Letter To Someone

Hey!  Please don't be surprised with what you are about to read right now.  A girl like me has never done like this in her entire life and it would be best if you put aside your thoughts and here me out.


On an ordinary day, you walked in casually while approaching a friend, chatted for a while and left.  It was out of curiosity that I looked up and took a good look at you.  For one thing, my friend wasn't polite enough to honor me of being introduced.  And what pains me was the impression you have left me when you walked away.  No words exchanged between us but you have taken me with your lope-sided smile, your casual swagger and the way you spoke like there's a certain character in you that's refreshing and true.


I can't say it was love at first sight.  I was never a believer of the age-old tale of two people meeting and falling after laying their eyes on each other.  I have always believed in compatibility among equals.  Whatever it is that you have made me look at you differently, it was because a certain familiarity has struck a chord in me, which made me gave you the second look.  You seem like a happy person and that what it attracts me.  I have surrounded myself with happy people and positivity but yours is just so compelling for me to get to know you more and maybe share a laugh with you.


And if you wouldn't mind at all, I hope we can share an hour or two being our own funny selves and maybe find out if there is something more between us than being mere acquaintances. 

My Seduction Style: The Armchair

Me judging and satanic? Hell no! Maybe a crazy nut for being a skeptic of love. *insert evil laugh here*


Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Sad Tripping on The Midnight Bus

Di ko maintindihan kung anong meron sa ordinaryong bus at trip na trip kong sakyan ito pag madaling umaga. Sa totoo lang, refreshing para sa akin na sumakay sa isang aircool bus na wala mashadong pasahero at nahihimbing halos lahat ng mga sangkatauhan sa kani-kanilang mga bahay. Sa mga ganitong pagkakataon ako nakakahanap ng katahimikan habang ako'y lulan ng isang umaarangkadang bus na pawang bibiyahe papuntang langit. At sa katahimikan, ang utak ko'y wari nakatigil at nakalutang sa mga bagay bagay na bihirang dumaan sa aking isipan.


Mga bagay bagay tulad ng pag-iisip sa mga taong di ko dapat isipin, mga pagsisisi na pinagsisisihan pa rin, mga bagay na nagkaroon sana ng kabuluhan kung nagampanan lamang mga bagay na matagal ko na dapat ginawa.


At dahil nga madaling araw, walang makakahalata sa aking mga malulungkot na mata habang sinasalarawan ng utak ko ang mga bagay na hindi naganap. Sa sobrang konti ng pasahero, walang umiiistorbo sa akin maliban sa kuduktor ng bus para hingin ang aking bayad at pag malapit na akong bumaba sa aking destinasyon.


At sa pagbaba sa may estribo para lumakad papalayo at hanapin ang terminal ng jeepney papuntang amin, naiwan na rin ang aking pag-aalinlangan at pagsisi. Dahil alam ko, tuloy pa rin ang buhay at walang time machine para ibalik at itama ang mga mali.

Monday, December 18, 2006
Playing Miss Santa

The malls of Makati are packed with people, making Christmas in such a rush.  I, amongst them, are scouring the stores with my Christmas list, mostly names of my God kids, nephews and nieces, at hand.  Every year, I labor myself looking for great buys without sacrificing the interest of the babes about to receive my present.


Not that I hate children.  In fact, I love kids to death enough to eat them alive for their overpowering cuteness while asking for "aguinaldos".  For one thing, I'm such a scatter brain remembering how old they are to begin with and even confuse them with one another as the numbers increases every year by at least one or two. 


To date, I already have seven cute God children and n number of pamangkins that I have to watch out every Christmas. And every year, I watch their little faces waiting in anticipation as I give their gifts.  Seeing their curious look breaking into a grin after opening their presents makes me forget all the Christmas worries I had.  Imagine, all the trouble for a little smile of appreciation is one of the little things makes Christmas a worthwhile gift-giving tradition.

Friday, December 15, 2006
What? Me Already Married?

A friend of mine came up to me saying that some of our officemates was under the impression that I was already married.


Gee, how come I didn't know that? 


There were also several incidents that fx and cab drivers would bring up conversations about my absentee husband.  The worst one that I had was when a cab driver thought I already had two kids. 


Maybe I look like I was already beyond my years not to mention that I had my 30 lbs back then.


So this new year, I'm going to make some drastic changes.  I'm in dire need of a makeover.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Bridal Shower

I have organized a bridal shower for a dear friend who is getting married soon.  I have been planning the event three weeks in advance but given the busy schedule of people I have invited, only close to half of the people confirmed.  I wanted to have a private party but given the numbers and the cost, it is impossible to pull it off.  So, on the last minute, I have set time and place for the girls to have dinner with the bride-to-be. 


Come Saturday at 7pm, 8 of us met and had dinner at Chili's in Tomas Morato.  After the food was served, I have introduced a game called Forbidden Questions inspired from Good Times show with Mo Twister in 89.9 FM.  The mechanics of the game is that each of us will throw a daring question for a bride to answer and if she can't answer, she will be asked to play a dare.  So far most of the girls offered their own daring question, mostly naughty.  But our bride was such a good girl that her conduct report card must be so clean whenever they compare it with mine.  But it was fun nevertheless. 


After dinner, the girls decided to take a trip to a nearby gay barThe entrance fee was a bit pricey for the ladies as compared to men.  Also, no cameras were allowed.  After paying and depositing our cameras to the front desk, we went inside and requested the floor manager, Peter (not his real name), if we can do a private show for our bride-to-be.  So we were ushered in a small room that can fit 8-9 people and asked one of us to choose the guy from the aquarium to be our stripper.  Since most of the girls were too embarrassed to pick a guy, I took the liberty to choose a guy of my liking.  I stared on  the one way mirror, studying each of the men lined up inside the room.  Some of them even have this expression on their face like they are begging to be picked.  I picked Yoyong (not his real name) from the throng of men after he and I have locked in a gaze.  He is not guwapo to begin with but the tattoo on his left bicep and his stare caught my attention.  I was wondering if the one way mirror was really one way at all and later I found out that I was correct.


After Peter introduced Yoyong to everybody, we have settled down and waited while he prepared himself.  After 5 minutes, he was there and ready in his grey tank top, maong shorts and a handsome pair of boots.  The first song started and he was grinding his hips like he used to.  He has done lap dances on some of the girls, including myself and the bride to be, while we tried to stifle our girlish screams.  On the third and final song, he is already in his zebra striped bikini brief and I am just there gawking like an innocent schoolgirl afraid of what's about to happen next.  He suddenly turned off the lights and sat on top of my lap, doing the thing he does best.  Then, he grabbed my hands to hold his chest, his belly and his privates.  I was speechless while the rest of the girls were shouting what the hell was happening.  After the song, the lights were turned on and the show was over.


After the private show, we went back to the main floor and watched the stage show showcasing scantily clad men sexy dancing.  Three hours later when one of the guys were starting a shower scene with a big "batya", a dipper and a pail of water beside him, we decided to call it a night.


When the rest of the girls have already left, leaving me and the bride-to-be, we decided to bar-hop along Tomas Morato.  However, the bars were already winding down their business at 2am in the morning and Decades was packed with people, we went to Kopi Roti for a night cap.  I had my first kopi bun and it was definitely worth the try. 


After coffee, we went to Aruba to talk and kill time.  We seated right outside because the air-condition inside the bar was too cold.  As I was sipping my flask of Tequila Rose, the weather was getting cooler and winds were getting stronger by the minute due to an impending storm.  Our common sense dictated that I should go home but I couldn't find a cab whose terminal is located in the South where I live.  Instead, we went back to her apartment and slept there until the following day.


When we woke up 3-4 hours later, we were so hungry and decided to have our breakfast at Heaven and Eggs.  The place was already bustling with patrons as early as 9am in the morning.  The service is terrible because of bad waiting skills and long waiting time but the food was still heavenly that I hardly complained.


After breakfast, she and I kissed cheek to cheek and parted ways with our smiles enough to make a ribbon around our faces with a memory we will never forget. 

Saturday, December 09, 2006
Beer

Masarap malasing pag nasa kundisyon ka kasama ng iyong kumpareng si San Miguel. Samahan pa ng sangkatutak na kwentuhang walang humpay at pulutan na pwedeng isabay sa pag lagok ng malamig na beer sa lalamunan. Walang iniisip na iba kundi mag enjoy at mag kwentuhan ng mga bagay bagay na di pangkaraniwan na hindi basta basta napag-uusapan sa pang-araw araw. Yung mga bagay na "thought provoking" kumbaga na dadaigin pa si Confucius. Kung hindi man mag pamimilosopo sa buhay ang trip ay pwede ring mag laugh trip or guy watching. Nung minsan nasubukan ko na din ang go kart at magswimming ng tipsy, masaya din pero di ko irerekumenda sa mga taong patiwakal mga buhay nila. Nung minsan din nasubukan kong malasing habang nagsosound trip sa concert, masaya din basta behave lang.

Nung minsan sa sobrang kalasingan, di rin maiwasan na ilabas ang iyong mga nakain kasama ang alcohol na iyong nailaklak. Di magandang pakiramdam na rin ang bigla na lang sumuka sa mga lugar na di inaasahan: sa loob ng kotse, sa tapat ng Pacific Star, sa tapat ng gate ng kapitbahay mo, sa loob ng sports bag mo (sa sobrang hiya sa taxi driver at sa mga tao sa labas kaya isinuka sa loob ng bag). Pero sinasabi ko sa iyo kaibigan, pag katapos mong ilabas lahat niyan, luluwag din ang pakiramdam mo at mawawala ang kalasingan mo.

Kay dami dami nang mga kantang kinanta, mga batang naisilang, mga kalokohang nagawa, mga kasalanang pinagsisisihan dahil sa beer. Kaya payo ko sa iyo: Drink moderately.