FRIDAY THE 13th in 2006

Ahh… tis the weekend again. If you’re a glammarazzi and you know it, clap your hands! The wonderful job of ever perusing the social scene in Cebu, the hands against face pose because you’ve been mugged shot! Yes, Yes. How Boring. Wink. Wink.

Nestor “Wackow” Natividad’s 23^rd (time..) Beerday at Julia’s on Friday, Oct13.

(spot Bamboo…)

Saturday lunch at Table 7 with Heart and Kit then headed to1623803798to book Heart’s tickets to Macau.

Stopped the car in the middle of famous mactan bridge. Eek. Surely no one knows us. Haha. My dad would have a heart attack.

Asle Garden with Kit, Catherine, Botoi and I don’t know this other guy’s name (one in white shirt with red trim). If you do, tell me. HAPPY BEERDAY also to my beau. Texted him, greeted him, pretended I saw it in Friendster when actually I’ve known about it for weeks. Hope you’ll have fun D. Me so sad I can’t be with you. Got into Tonic with Sasha and saw his friends. One guy murmured to the other + they all stared = haba ng buhok ng Lola nyo.

Proceeded to Vudu right after. Redundant? Not yet until I saw the Persian with a date. The asshole. Woops. He saw me right away and instantly reached for my shoulder with a whispered, “baby”. Baby my *expletive deleted*! To shrug him off would be mean, to give him a steely glare and walk off (in a huff, oh, the melodrama, you missed it) would be just the oomph in that drama. Proceeded to Kasadja, – the new Mango Square. If the entire habitues from the now defunct Mango Square weren’t all there then my name isn’t Kristine. The Gay Mecca. Poor women. We have to do a double-take before we can zero in on our target. Best to know if he’s straight up or with a twist. Wink.

Sunday for Church with the House of Fab. Lunch at Majestic.

Ayala with Heart and Kit and for dinner at Krua Thai. Heart and I headed out to the spa to have a full Swedish Massage. Kit had to go because the baby inside her was itching to go home. The massage was great. The masseur greater. We could have men do the massage themselves but I chickened out not because I’m embarrassed to take all my clothes off for those but because I don’t trust myself at all. Hahahaha. This hot guy from the Zen Spa got my number and I was told by my masseuse that he usually gets all the bookings (for massages, perverts). In demand ha. When I got a glimpse of his hot body I don’t blame them. He takes his top off when he does this thing and only wears a pair of white chinos. Somebodygetmeoutofhere….

Marnelli Uyguangco’s bday at Dessert Factory.

Mitzil Lumasag’s bday too. Gahd. At Bench Fix again.

Dinner Chika-an, Lahug.

….before massages again at Body and Soul. Its an addiction.

Heart, O, me and my date – none other than the masseur himself –went to three strip bars tonight. Hahhaa. What a trip. These waif young girls in their underwear walking around the bar like its the normal dress code –these girls who dance like slamming their crotches on the tiled floor is very necessary that they had to do it to, what else, entertain and overwhelm their bewildered guests. Jeez. Jizz. Haha. We ended at seedy Navigator Bar in Mandaue where the men (three to be exact) suddenly ganged up on us right after we settled ourselves at our table. They, in briefs only, came up and took our hands so that we could stroke their chests and I’m all, Fakk, I haven’t even ordered yet! They have to give us time to condition ourselves. The lowering of their briefs to show a hint of bush doesn’t work for me I actually had to close my eyes. Nabastos ako, hayop. But I didn’t say that the part where they made us stroke their chests wasn’t fun – will they shriek if you grab their crotches? Tsk Tsk. Sayang. If I weren’t so reeling from the initial shock of being gangbanged I would have returned the favor and shock them back.

…and boy, they really need to clean their restrooms. Ick should be in another language.

Heart’s flight will leave at 1230pm heading to Hongkong, then Macau. I’m gonna be depressed again. I’m always like this whenever someone I care about leaves Cebu. Toodles. Gotta find something to channel regression, errm, depression.

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Borgy Porgy

(photo courtesy of Inq7.net)

 Borgy for Mayor. Hurray. More PR on Absinthe’s Fluxxe Nights.

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HOW TO MAKE A GROCERY LIST

Because budgeting on a salary that you’d rather much want to spend on those darling pumps you saw on a glass display, we sometimes need to be reminded that yes, eating also is necessary. Eating sometimes equate to having the energy to walk in those shoes. Bwahaha. Right? So we buy ourselves groceries to last us the entire 15 days until the next payday. And then of course, there’s the nagging feeling that we shouldn’t be near a cart in the grocery in the first place because back when we were still doing that with our moms, reaching into anything at sight and dumping them on the cart isn’t going to be the same story as we ourselves are the ones handing over the money to the cashier. No, no. Its verrry different. My heart always sank at the price I had to pay for when the cashier rings up the sum.

So to break the barrier between the unending tug of war of the cash to the cashier because one, you cannot bear to part with your blue bills to pay for food and two, you think there’s always something else worthy of those bills besides eating, perhaps, yes, right, a pair of Nine West, it’s strategically better to have a plan. This plan is a piece of paper with bulleted content in it. It’s called a “grocery list”.

Before you make one, consider the following.

Here’s How:

 Tips:

 And then… the list is made. You dash to the supermarket, grab a cart and start walking away until you realize the cart is getting heavier. You panic and rummage through your stash and notice with horror that you NEED all of these stuff. You glance frantically at your list to see what went wrong. Here’s the deal.

1. Replace the one dozen eggs with only half. Remember, you need to balance your protein intake. *wink*

2. There’s a difference between buying Coke Light in can and buying the 1.5L kind. Its P15.

3. Do not get those ice tea tumblers just because they’re cute.

4. Cut back on reaching for anything displayed near the cashier. Honestly, do you need those playing cards?

5. Put an underlined mark under the last entry of the list and a NOTHING FOLLOWS AFTER.

Seriously. Nothing SHOULD follow after.  Seriously. Leave now. Haha.

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