The Glamarazzi

It’s the new year and though people keep telling me that if only they started the year right, then maybe the rest of the year wouldn’t be so bad after all. But who are we to say how to start the year right? Do staying at home and not spending a cent for Starbucks will make your entire year Starbucks-free? (I just had to say that). I decided to just do whatever you need to do for the entire year – your choices that matter anyway, so if you opt to be fucked up in 2008, what is stopping you? 

So like any normal person I thought of looking back and accessing last year’s highlights that made my 2007 umm, productive. I skimmed through my planner and was amused at my entry. My life basically gone through that planner as each writing etched a memory that will forever be cherished and hahah – laughed at the absurdity, corniness and OA-ness of it all. 

Firstly, I counted the times I have been on trips to Cagayan de Oro – Fourteen (14)! Isn’t that something? January set it off and the rest of the months followed. January has always been my favorite month of the year, too, because of the Sinulog weekend. Nyoy! John Hall! Loft! Vudu! PeopleSupport! The parades! Extravagant, this life is. 

  February was my favorite entry. 

 This is my inaanak Polo’s Christening Day invitation. 

(photo of my Starbucks Planner 2007. Starbucks Planner 2009 and Starbucks Planner 2010 photos soon.) 

 There had been a death in the family, too, when Lola N passed away the same month that Stylissimo launched their auditions for artists and models. Didn’t do much for me though. Favorite highlight of 2007 – KASKADE CONCERT!

 May was Anj’s wedding. I miss the girls. June is the X Month. Hooray for another way to create illusions. Say hi to the biker. I moved to another house again, too. My 5th, to be exact. 

 Hated August. Since I have been away from home, this is the first time that I have been in the hospital. Without insurance! But I love that this is Stylecebu’s month.
  

A bottle of Martini is absolutely awesome but it still doesn’t make up for the fact that after the foray, you’d still wonder who among your friends would be patient enough to wait for you while you flirt to a guy, strong-stomached enough to hold your hair while you puke in the restroom and kind enough to take a hammered you home. This year is the X year – X friends who are X-able, X men, X dates, X loves, you get the picture.Where else to go? FORWARD. 

 2008 is IT. Next year will still be it – but we still haven’t gone around to that.