i write to remember

the northern exposure (ilocos trip in a nutshell)

2008-05-07T09:29:00.000+08:00

3-6 May 2008. Project: Northern Exposure (Ilocos Trip with Penguins and Imong)

one word: EXTRAORDINARY!!!

here are the reasons why:

1. The Company. i.e. penguins and imong. it was an almost spur-of-the-moment trip. we were supposed to embark on the journey around mid-May. unfortunately, yenertz, the pride of pacita, will invade iloilo to chase her med dreams on the 10th, so we had to move the whole trip before she flies down south.

2. The Planning Stage. sabi nga nila: "ang sakit sa ulo!" apparently, setting the date is not enough. there's the itinerary, the places to go, hotel accomodations, modes of transportation, and most of all, the BUDGET. whew. yen and i were talking non-stop two days before the trip (thanks to the wonders of chat and sms) to "polish" the details and to persuade a beautiful creature (itago na lang natin sya sa pangalang imong) to cooperate with us on the transportation concerns. hassle ka imong! hassle! bwahaha!

3. The Departure. finally, we were able to convince imong that we WILL NOT wait for him to get back to manila from vizcaya. it's his choice to travel FROM vizcaya to manila then from manila to vigan. kumusta naman un?! good thing he agreed that the penguins will leave manila earlier while he travels back from vizcaya. whew!

4. The Arrival. viva vigan! we left manila around 7pm, saturday and we smelled the vigan air around 3am, the next day. we toured vigan for a whole day (sunday) - one of the most hectic tours i've had in my entire life! we had to tour a LOT of places and we had very limited time. it was a blur... going from one place to another, taking pictures along the way (doing it the penguin way - you'll see why once all the pictures are posted), smoking our lungs out during breaks, chugging down gallons of water/coke (it was freakin' hot!), pigging out on local food and having a BLAST the whole time. whew! we heart vigan! hehehe.

5. The Roadtrip to Pagudpud. the second part of the northern exposure trip. after much planning and discussions on how to get there, we finally got ourselves a van-for-rent and off we went to pagudpud, with a stop-over at paoay church near laoag. after a couple of photo ops (from cape bojeador lighthouse, bangui windmills and blue lagoon), we said hello to the boracay of the north. =) ahh the beach. so blue. so perfect. it took our breaths away.

6. In A Nutshell: the whole trip was a blast. we had so much fun. lots of laughs. lots of unforgettable bloopers (i.e. yen's lost slipper, nesta's injury when she bumped into the bus, digicam moments of lost tripod parts, zoomed in settings and accidental video mode while taking pictures, imong's ilocano prowess and batfei's english translation of bus love songs and a whole lot more). we had no sense of time while we were there. it felt like the world stopped for a while - we were constantly asking ourselves what day is it, what time is it.. it felt surreal. sigh. funny stories, we have a LOT. we've been there for 3 days and it felt like we've been there for a long time.. =)

here's one of my happy thoughts in pagudpud:

we've just arrived at the hotel, and the penguins were smoking at the veranda (except nesta) when we saw two girls walking towards the hotel, clad in their swimwear. nesta, being the "nanay" that she is, told the rest of the penguins (with all the seriousness she can muster): "mas magaganda tayo sa kanila, wag kayong mag-alala mga anak.."

hehehe. we heart pagudpud. =)

(note: full albums to be posted soon)

*blop* *blop*

my little furball

2008-04-03T19:53:00.003+08:00

his name is yuki. a maltese terrier.
i was never really a dog lover. i dunno what drove me to adopt him. oh well, here he is.. a breathing stuffed toy. i so love him! really!

i'd love to post all his pics, but they're already on my multiply account. hehehe.
just want to post it here for those people who are not in my multiply contacts, but are curious to see yuki anyway. this post is for you. you know who you are.

^^*
JT

no smoking for a week challenge

2008-03-18T14:00:00.001+08:00

i hate being dared. most of the time, i give in. well, that really depends on the dare and the amount of humiliation i will inflict on myself. but most of the time, just for the heck of it, i give in.

i don't dare myself. maybe because i know myself. well enough to know that a) i would most probably give in. no matter what it is. and b) being the kupal that i am, i will probably think of the craziest dare.

last weekend, i decided to dare myself.

no smoking for a whole week. sunday to sunday. not a single stick. not even a puff.

so what drove me into this IMPOSSIBLE and INSANE task? nothing really. hahaha. i guess i'm proving something here. whatever it is. haha. seriously, i just want to see if i can do it. i told myself i can always reach for a cig anytime. i told myself that i can always call the dare off. so i thought, there's no harm in trying.

as of today, it's been 3 days, 12 hours and 10 minutes since my last cigarette. i won't say i don't miss it. i do. i miss it so bad i even dream about it. but this is a dare i won't give up on. this is a battle i have to win. sugod!!! hahaha.

you may be wondering why i'm doing this. i'm not telling. =)

make a wild guess.

*puff*

ode to alcohol

2008-03-06T15:08:00.001+08:00

a few years ago, my typical thursday night consists of chugging down booze @ ic's bar, smoking tons of cancer sticks, dancing the night away as the spirit of alcohol gets the best of me, meeting a lot of people - deserving or otherwise, partying 'til dawn and practically crawling back to the apartment in a blur of drunkenness.

gawd, i miss those nights. i can't remember the last time i had a night like the ones i used to have. drattt!! i can't even the last time i got drunk. sometimes i crave that feeling, y'know, just being drunk, laughing my heart out, talking in that "tone" they all claim is a sure-fire sign that my blood's already alcohol-based, smashing something [depends on my mood actually], or just enjoying and hating at the same time the feeling that your world is spinning round and round. shit!! i'm officially alcohol-deprived.

sure, i do drink a beer or two occasionally [actually, i had some with imong last night @ metrowalk], but it's just not the same. sometimes i feel like i'm taking in alcohol just because. i think it's being unfair. for me. and for the beer. hahaha! i should give justice to good ol' SML, the trusty whappaaak strong ice and the ever kick-ass red horse! tut. tut. i just feel like i'm not enjoying it the way i used to. sheesh. i'm getting old.

i just don't want to end up like those yuppies who drink beer just because they're in a place where everybody does. i don't want to end up like those beer-drinking wannabes who suck so much in their stint you'd want to throw up at them even if you're sober. i don't want to end up missing what it really tastes like. or what it really makes me feel like. or what it really reminds me of. or whatever.

i'm not making sense. bear with me. it's called alcohol-deprivation.

bed time

2007-12-27T13:26:00.000+08:00

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2007-12-19T08:48:00.001+08:00

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au revoir

2007-08-31T17:22:00.000+08:00

Someone asked me if I still love him. I just smiled and said:

"I used to believe that you can't unlove a person, but when all is said and done, it all boils down to what I've learned. I've learned a lot from him, and for that alone, I love him. I may not love him the way I used to, and maybe I'll never love the same way again.. but in the big scheme of things, I have to face the fact that he already belongs to my past, and that's where he deserves to be. I'll take the lessons with me, and maybe, someday, someone will come along to make everything right again.. and for good.."

to write (again)...

2007-08-09T18:36:00.000+08:00

It’s been a long time since I’ve written down my thoughts. I guess I’m scared. Scared of what might come out. Scared. I used to write a lot, I used to write about the one person I thought was the one. I used to write about him, every single day. Thoughts of love, of pain, of hurt, of dreams, of sacrifices, of tears, of holding on, of letting go. But it was all in the past.

Now that all’s been said and done, I still get scared. I’m scared of writing about someone again. I feel like I’m jinxed whenever I write about someone. I feel like somewhere along the way, no matter how happy I am at the start, things are bound to get sad and hurtful again. And I’ll end up writing about pain and hurt and holding and letting go. All over again. I don’t want it to happen again. That’s why I don’t write like I used to. Call me a coward, but that’s the way it is. That’s the way I feel. Fear. Cold, dreadful fear.

It’s been more than a year since I wrote about someone. It’s been more than a year since I delved through the deepest part of my heart. It’s been more than a year since tears spilled down my cheeks as I try to find the words to describe the pain I felt. It’s been more than a year. And I ask myself if this is the right time to write again. To write about someone. Someone new. Someone who makes me happy since I don’t know when. Someone who makes all the difference. It’s been more than a year.

I think God can explain.

I always write while listening to a song. Sometimes it’s a happy song, sometimes it’s a sad song, depending on my mood and what I’m about to write. Sometimes I play the song over and over again while I hit the keyboard non-stop. Sometimes I stop and stare into space, with the words of the song ringing in my ears. Funny how the song goes as I write this. I think God can explain. It’s a beautiful song, so beautiful that it makes me sad.

Right now, I wish God can and will explain. Please explain.

I was temporarily at a loss for words. I still feel the fear. I still feel scared. Well I am scared. I’m scared to go on. I’m scared to write the words. I’m scared to describe what I feel for him. I’m scared. Fucking scared. And I don’t know why. I’m just scared. Fucking scared.

I guess I’m not yet ready to write about him yet. I don’t know when I will be ready. All I know is that I’m not ready. Yet. Maybe I will write about him soon. Or maybe, I won’t write about him at all. Maybe.

God please explain.

he

2007-07-23T12:59:00.000+08:00

...makes me laugh with the slightest effort.

...is someone I can talk to about ANYTHING, and it will feel like the best conversation I've ever had. Ever.

...is probably the best guy friend I've ever met.

...talks like a little boy, but thinks like a man.

...manages to wake me up at the wee hours of the morning, and then keeps on texting even if I fall asleep.

...gets pissed off whenever I change the song on the car radio before it ends.

...is my favorite passenger because he doesn't care where we go, as long as I drive. =)

...is one hell of a backseat driver who always keeps an eye on how fast I'm going.

...gives me a slice of pizza, hands me the drink, lights up my cigarette, complains about having to do all those things, but does them anyway.

...plays my favorite song on his guitar and expects me to sing along.

...forces me to spread the latest joke he invented.

...is the only guy who can tolerate my corny jokes.

...complains on and on about his toxic lifestyle.

...doesn't believe that somebody can understand.

...finds it weird that I do.

...makes me wonder why I put up with him (I still do up to now).

...has something that makes me want, try and do understand (for reasons I cannot comprehend).

...and i just click. And that's all that matters.

^^*

the price

2007-04-13T19:46:00.000+08:00

Early this month, I met someone - complete with the getting-to-know-you drama . Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, my kakulitan got the best of me.. and I practically shooed him away. And now I'm feeling really damn guilty.

Details coming soon.

Gwen Stefani - The Sweet Escape

2007-03-19T11:31:00.001+08:00

my current favorite.. ^^*

a writer's story

2007-01-25T08:16:00.000+08:00

This story is about a girl who can't get enough of writing.

The girl used to keep handwritten journals where she would write down her most private thoughts. It started way, way back to 6th Grade. As a kid, she'd "update" her journals (before, they were popularly known as "diaries") about her so-called life - which were mostly about her petty crushes and what she used to believe as "the loves of her life". She burned her first diary (which contained countless entries about a boy she used to like) a year later after she realized that it was all sissy and sugar-coated. Ugh. To this day, keeping up to her "I-have-no-regrets" mantra, the girl is still thankful she burned that stupid diary. It was her first, but she didn't care. She just couldn't stand what she wrote.

Despite her rather embarrassing "first", the girl decided to keep another journal. And this time, she promised herself that she wouldn't burn them in the future no matter how badly she wants to. She told herself that it would be nice to look back and have a nice laugh when she reads about her thwarting entries. Through the years, she kept her diaries. The diaries can be found inside a big box on top of her bookshelves. Sometimes, when nostalgia sinks in, she would read them, one by one and laugh her head off. She's amused by the way she used to write - childish and immature. But she had to congratulate herself that as a young girl, she got her grammar right... and being a grammar whore, knowing that she knew how to write even a piece of shitty and childish essay "correctly" is enough.

College years.. ah, busy, busy years. With the advent of high technology, it was a feat to be able to keep a "diary" for everyday thoughts. Besides, keeping a diary during those times was so 90s. She got herself a planner, and along with exam schedules, plays and parties to attend, she would write down her thoughts, her rants, her raves. It was a win-wn situation. She's the type of girl who never forgets a significant date. And having a planner cum diary, it was the perfect compromise.

Then came the age where laptops are in the loop, and PCs are almost endangered. It was also the discovery of a password protected Microsoft Word file. Well, at least for the girl. She indulged herself banging on the keyboard and writing maniacally in the wee hours of the morning. It was so convenient, all she has to do was think of some out-of-this-world password and her private thoughts are safe. Of course, there would be times when her passwords changed as her moods did, and it was a futile endeavor to even TRY to remember them. She didn't get the chance to retrieve those files, but she consoled herself that at least, nobody else did.

As though having an electronic journal is not enough, online journals came into the pictures in the form of BLOGS. At first, the girl thought it was a stupid idea - imagine having to go through the process of logging on the Internet just to write down your thoughts! It was a downright hassle - or so she believed. A lot of her friends started blogging and she was intrigued. WTF?! She was intrigued with all the hype to the point that she gave in and started her own. She didn't even make it to her first post. Either she forgot her username, her password or her sanity. She wasn't ready to write her thoughts for all cyberspace to see. YET.

Two pathetic-and-empty blogs later, she tried Friendster blogs. It was very pretentious at first because 1) she wasn't really sure what to write; 2) she has no idea how things work ; and 3) she just couldn't stand the fact that A LOT of people will be reading her posts and well, she just hated the idea.

Months later, she decided to give it a shot. She wrote an entry in her "way of writing" - unpretentious with a twisted humor. And she thought that it's not so bad after all. She wrote one entry after the other, and she was surprised by the reponses she got from her friends. She had no idea people bother to read her blog, and she was inspired to write more.

The girl dreams of taking up a course in writing, but for now, she contents herself updating her blogs, writing mostly-incoherent posts, bashing people in and out of cyberspace, and practically anything she could think of. She still finds time to write, and hopes that one day, she'd be able to write for a living. Hmm. She still keeps a hidden "diary" somewhere in her room where she writes down her thoughts (too private to be posted in her blogs) whenever inspiration strikes.

She sometimes writes short stories about her friends (in fiction) just for kicks, only to find out that some of those stories literally comes to life. For instance, she once wrote (as a "fearless forecast") that her friend will go somewhere in Southeast Asia (or something like that). Just recently, she found out that her friend will indeed go overseas (but in the Middle East) to settle ther with her husband and baby. Another example was when she wrote in a short story that the President of her org will resign from his position. Guess what, months later he announced his intention to resign. Freaky!

Anyhoots, freaky, fearless forecasts aside, the girl still continues to write - either for her or others' delight. The girl just can't get enough of writing. And that girl is me. ^^*

video story: irreplaceable

2007-01-11T09:00:00.001+08:00

For some reason, I can't post this to my Friendster blog.. Again, the video (and the song) say it all.. ^^*

video story: he wasn't

2007-01-09T08:55:00.001+08:00

This video says it all. Enough said. ^^*

a family story

2007-01-03T08:19:00.000+08:00

(Note: There are many characters in this story, and it would take me a while to enumerate everyone. You’ll get to know them as you read on. Enjoy!)

It’s that time of the year again. I’ve always had very fond memories of the holidays – especially New Year’s Eve. And at 23, things never changed. I’m still the excited little brat who can’t wait until the clock strikes midnight. I still have the silly grin on my face as I look up to enjoy fireworks. Yeah, some things never change.

This year was no different from the rest. It’s still the same, if not better. For one thing, The Virgins are complete. (FYI: The Virgins are composed of the five sisters who are still, and will always be, single heehee). I can’t remember the last time that they were complete, and now the house is like market place once they start their gabbing sessions. Gawd! Add to that Fatty’s wacky stunts, you’d think they’ve all gone mad. And did I mention I’m glad that they’re all here for the holidays? =)

The Virgins: Fe, Fatty, Lucy, Tita, Normz

MERRY CHRISTMAS!>>

Christmas Eve… :o)

Christmas Day was spent as usual. Kids from everywhere came to the house, like an army waiting in line for their meal. The whole morning was spent gift-giving. Fatty even had this crazy “raffle” – she would ask the kids to write down their names in a sheet of paper, and at the end of the days, she’ll draw the lucky winner. The prize: all the goodies a little kid could want. I wonder whatever happened to that raffle. Haha.

The rest of the day was spent visiting relatives. I was driving from one place to another, and my only consolation was the food galore at every stop. Haha. Whew! First stop was at Lolo Silio’s place. After another round of eating myself full to the brim, it was time for some laughter. It’s like a ritual: first there’s the food, then the laughter. It’s when people gather round the table and while having dessert, every single story that worth a laugh will be told. Now you know why I keep telling stories over and over again. It’s in the genes. ^_^

¼ of the whole bunch: these were the only oldies available for the Kodak moment hehe. The kids didn’t even bother to join. You know, generation gap. =p

Next stop: Lolo Siso’s place. There was food as usual. And I stuffed myself again, as usual. Another round of stories and laughter. I don’t know why these “sessions” are always the most hilarious, I guess it’s the fact that laughter is best contagious when shared with the family. Hehe. After many hearty laughs and gift-giving, the last stop was my mom’s place. No, I didn’t eat anything. I was too full, I don’t have an appetite anymore. So while the oldies are having their usual gabbing sessions, we fooled around with the camera.

Jerome’s Angels: Maya, myself, Chun. Rockpit!!

Is it just me, or Tintin’s doll is way bigger than myself?! My God, that doll’s heavy! If I were a little kid, I’d freak out. Haha!

CIAO 2007!>>
New Year’s Eve was a blast! Everyone was excited for the feast. Yeah, with all that food, who wouldn’t be?! The kitchen smelled of different flavours as the oldies did their magic. The little kids were in their usual makulit mode. The young adults were busy dressing up. My room looked like a beauty salon because later that night, even the oldies wanted to have their hair and make-up done. Such vanity haha!

Before the clock strikes 12, we attempted to have a huge family picture, from the oldest down to the little tots. It was a whole imbroglio: one uncle trying to get a good shot from different cellphone cameras, one aunt trying to figure out the best possible angle for the digicam, one cousin trying to get everybody as close together as possible, and a lot of heads trying to fit in and be seen. Note that the keyword here is “attempt”. Hehehe.

Attempt #1: Oops, not yet ready..

Attempt #2: Still not ready… some more faces missing!

Attempt #3: Okay, a little… better..

Attempt #4: It’s a wacky family!

Bad news is not everybody was in the picture. And if they were there, I don’t know how the hell our faces were going to fit. Fatty even suggested that we should have our faces as close to each other as possible. Yeah right. Good news is the “attempts” were worth it. Better than nothing. Hehe.

KODAK MOMENTS>>
These are the “official” 2k7 pix heehee. Thanks Rockpit! ^_^

Rooftop kiddos: Jolo, Jerome, myself, Maya. Many thanks to Tito Moreno for the wine. =)

At the clubhouse with the youngsters..

Ciao Amore! Tita Sol & Tito Moreno

Drink and be merry… Cheers to a great year ahead!! =)

*buuurrrpp* did I tell you that this family loooves to eat?! :o)

HAVE A FABULOUS NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! ^^*

a get-together story

2006-12-19T08:12:00.000+08:00

16 Dec 2006> It wasn't my usual Saturday night. I usually spend my Sabado nights going out with my college friends in LB or just staying home and being a couch potato after a week of working my butt off. But this time it was different. I spent it with my High School batchmates - some of them I haven't since for the past six years! Can you imagine that? Yeah, time flies, my friends. Well, it was certainly a night to remember. And this is our story:

Meet the characters>>
Jajo (the IT professional with a brand new car) hosted the party, providing the venue (their resort somewhere in Malvar) and lots of food.
Henry, the physics-master-turned-BIR-moneymaker also shouldered MOST of the expenses.
Rubilyn, the newly-registered nurse who mastered in circumcision was the mother hen. She was the mayordoma the whole night, supervising everything - from inviting everybody mercilessly to the choice of fish that would be grilled.
Ivan, the ABS-CBN guy with a new kalbo look and his my-girlfriend-just-broke-up-with-me-2-days-ago story.
Lemu, the one who surprised everybody with his red wine and brandy drinking prowess.
Digs, the magic sing master.
Marlon, the Bobby Flay of the group, who spent the early hours grilling away the barbeque and the fish.
DJ, the one with another brand new car and his sad break-up story.
Ria, another one with another break-up story. (Note: Why is everybody breaking up this Christmas season?)
Deyek, the "no comment" guy.
Jepay, my ex with whom I was perpetually teased (gosh guys, it was so seven years ago haha).
Junie, the working girl from Wyeth who delighted us all with her concert (straight from Araneta haha).
Zami, all-time El Presidente of St. Peter.
And Jazzy, the one who complained about the barbeque but ate lots of it anyway, and yeah, the one who's writing this. Heehee.

TRIVIA TIME>>
So after the hearty dinner and the wide range of food to choose from (I wasn't able to eat everything, fyi) we gathered round the table, chugging down our beers and smoking like there's no tomorrow. It was the best part of the night: Trivia Time. It was like reminiscing with a twist. The trivia master will ask about a certain person in High School, providing accounts/anecdotes/juicy stories and everybody will try to guess who that person is. It was loads of fun. Damn it, I didn't know some funky experiment actually did happen in the Chem Lab hahahaha! And for the record, it was Spencer from the Streetboys that I used to have a crush on. Gawd, now I have goosebumps already! =p

Some trivia dated way back to Kindergarten years. Lemu was like dead-drunk and he was holding the mic like he owns it or something. And yeah, he was speaking in straight English, mind you. And my god! He was complaining over and over that it was the brandy talking, I was ready to smash his head with an empty beer bottle. Waaah! Poor Marlon, blamed for being the "aswang" hahaha! Obviously, the trip to the princiapl's office scared the shit out of Lemu, and he had no choice but to cry and blame you. Hehe. Apparently, Zami had some issues with the perpetrator who "caught" him speaking in Filipino during the English Speaking Drive. Haha. Damn you, Savage Garden!!

After the exhausting yet reminiscent trivia episode (and after Lemu FINALLY fell asleep), Junie, the diva that she is, delighted us all with her rendition of "Total Exclipse of the Heart" which was very nice, btw. =) Everybody got back to beer drinking and random story-telling, lots of catching up about this and that person, who got pregnant, who got married, why did they broke up blah blah blah. We talked about those people who surprised us with their preggy stories, those who had babies (note: plural) already, those with winner husbands, those with nakakalokang gowns, and those who shifted to another gender spectrum. We talked about our teachers and the memories (embarassing or emotional), those teachers who made an impact on our lives (whether it was their teaching style or physical apperance ala-Sergio Santibanez ahehe).

There was so much to talk about one night isn't enough to catch up on everything. Oh well, at least we were able to cover the basics. Heehee. Zami, I wasn't aware about my impact on your grammar. I guess I am now. He he he. Don't worry, if you ever need my help, you know my number. =) P.S. it's "on" ok? Not "for". Heehee. =P

(Author's Note: Here are some of the pics.Thanks Zami!)

COFFEE HUNT>>
It was already 5 in the morning when we parted ways. DJ was supposed to bring me home because he was on his way to another party (party maniac, huh?) so I got in his car ready to catch some sleep. I didn't sleep a wink and the clock is ticking. I have a Christmas Party with the GSK peeps in less than 6 hours and I didn't want to look like a zombie. I was ready to nap, when Ria sent a freaking text message: "Starbucks tayo!" WTF?! Guess we didn't have any choice. We decided to meet up with the five of them (Ria, Jepay, Zami, Marlon and Deyek) at the nearest Starbucks - where else but along SLEX. Unfortunately, the Starbucks at Total was still closed, and the one at Shell doesn't open until about 7 in the morning. Gawd! I didn't come all the way to SLEX just to have a Nescafe 3-in-1 from 7-11!! We didn't have any choice but pray that Caltex Starbucks is already open. When we got there, it was still closed. Mother of coffee beans!!! Thank God the security guard took pity (who wouldn't - we looked so harassed and Zami was acting all hyper) and opened the store. Whew!!

Jepay and Marlon stayed in the car dozing, while the rest of us grabbed our coffees. My promo card was short one freaking sticker! It was all that I need, one sticker and I'll have the Starbucks Planner at last. I was convincing everybody (okay, so I was convincing Zami the most) to buy another freaking espresso. Ria agreed to chip in on the condition that she gets the pen. Okay, deal. Deyek and DJ looked as if they didn't have any choice. Well, technically, they don't. Haha! I was prepared to get that planner even if I have to kill them haha. Okay, so that was a joke. Anyhoots, it was Zami who saved the day! He finally agreed, provided that his name gets to be in that Spark of Hope donation card - and the espresso. Hahaha! The donation card was okay, but unfortunately, DJ downed the espresso while he was filling up the card and Zami ended with nothing but a charitable heart heehee. Well, at least he got to autograph my planner, filling the pages of his and my brithday. Yeah, I'd better not be busy during those days because I won't have a space to write on.. =) Thanks a lot pare! You made my day! Mwah mwah! ^^*

ROAD KILL>>

On the way home, DJ was complaining about being sleepy. Well, who can blame him. I was feeling really weird myself. My body was practically shaking from the coffee and lack of sleep. Whoever thought that it was a good idea to have coffee was either drunk or totally insane! Zami was still his perky self, and Marlon was finally awake. We had loads of fun chasing Deyek's car and giving them the finger everytime we pass them by. Oh, and Zephyr Song played on the radio and we were all singing like there's no tomorrow. Good times. Good times. =)

Apparently it was DJ's current girlfriend who wasn't too happy for us. She sent a freakin' long text message and even threatened to break up with him. And what's worse is that, DJ ran out of credits to text back, so the poor guy just kept driving while the rest of us make fun of his unfortunate situation. Heehee. Sorry bro. =)

It was about half past 7 when I got home, feeling really sleepy but contented nonetheless. It was a night to remember. I guess one proof of that was the text message Ivan sent to everybody, being all dramatic. Then another one from Rubilyn going all emotional, yet again. Hehe. Yeah well, I don't need to text you guys to tell you how much I enjoyed that night. I hope this post is enough. =) Ciao all next time! Go St. Peter! Go to EK! Hahahaha! ^_^

debut

2006-12-13T12:35:00.000+08:00

You don't have to rub it in... I know. Another freaking blog! Well, sorry to disappoint those who hate me, my blog and the way I write.. but here goes another one. Mwahaha. I actually have an existing one here in blogspot, but for some reason, I didn't have the time (and drive) to update it as religiously as I did my Friendster blog. Oh well. The freaks of nature. Anyhoots, I decided to create another blog that is more into details. Not like in my Friendster blog where I write just about anything depending on my mood. I decided to write about the things I'd tell people when we're sipping our Starbucks coffee, or the hilarious anecdotes I'd blab to my friends while chugging down our beers. Yeah, those stuff. =p

I tend to be repetitive when it comes to my kwentos. More often than not, I'd be blabbing about a certain episode and my friends will roll their eyes and look bored. And it can only mean one thing: they've already heard it before. Pfft. Well, this is me: perpetually paulit-ulit! ^^* So to save you guys from too much nostalgia and your I've-already-heard-that-story-so-shut-up-already look (and those people I haven't seen for ages but are still willing to waste their time reading my posts out of either sheer boredom or interest), this blog is for you. Oh, and for those people who read my Friendster blog, you can still waste your time because I'd be updating that as well. Heehee. I'll just put a link to this blog and the rest is up to you. Ciao in cyberspace! ^_^