What I learned during Sinulog 2010

Happy February! Sorry for the late post. Been to Cagayan de Oro again last weekend for my friend’s wedding. Will be posting that soon. Meanwhile, I just have to post my preemptive Sinulog blog.

Have anyone been ready for last month’s Sinulog festivities? Not that it requires TOO much effort to do that but when last year I attempted on  what are the essentials and the must-haves you must tote around with you come the Sinulog 2010 Mardi Gras/Street Parties, I was not really doing so much this year.

1. Stampede-ready shoes. It is highly unlikely that a stampede happens during Sinulog street parties but a stampede usually means a scream fest because a Kapamilya celebrity is waving at them from their floats.
2. Sunblock. Carry one not wear it!
3. Water. Water. Water.
4. Street-Party light. This means that the lighter, the better. If you feel the need to carry essentials such as extra t-shirts, alcohol, cotton swabs, leave them in the car. Sling or messenger bags help keep you from worrying where you last placed your stuff.
5. Camera! Even if you didn’t sign up for the Sinulog Photo Contest and paid P650 for the PRESS ID, you can still get very beautiful stills even at the sidelines and viewing decks.
6. Lipgloss. Instant retouch, anyone?
7. Scholl for a bunion-free life!

Day 1, Friday

Dinner at The Walk with the boyfie before he goes to work.

This is my bad ass look. Trying too hard.

Boyfie pissed at being late. Teehee. Headed straight to Cebu International Convention Center (CICC) to watch Tom Woodfin’s “The Hawk” fight.  

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Sinulog 2009

What a way to jumpstart your 2009 with a Sinulog cum Mardi Gras festival, you think? Sorry for the late Sinulog post but I’ve been stuck with these memes for so long I guess I just had fun typing down something that doesn’t require an entire paragraph to compose.

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hobbitual dates

Getting back from CDO just to work on your Friday shift, just to make the management happy, just to stay employed means not being in Chito’s wedding on Monday, not seeing Chinese Jesus. In short, what a bitch.

I got back and fell right instantly on the dating scene again. This time his name was Carlo and it’s the first time I’m writing down real names since there are hundreds of Carlos in ‘Pinas. He is soooo adorable. Again on my 3-inch stilettos we are almost standing at the same height he could put his elbow on my shoulder instead of putting his arm around it. Which is bad… These things are not necessarily indicative of a larger trend, right? Cause I’d stop dating from now on faster that you can say ingsihurharbaollooololchurbvaekekals. Insigida. First , the basketball players. Second, the hobbits! Waah. ‘Lang kwenta.

Plus plus plus, he is cute. Totoy cute. Not my type but according to Mitz, pasa ang mga totoy kay maoy ampay ni Ate! (Please pass on the totoy boys because those are the men I prefer)) Hahah! Carlo has a silver loop on his right ear as if trying hard to be tough but coming up kengkoy. Another expiration dater cause the boi is just in Cebu for the entire holiday week until January.

We went to go see the new  CICC and yes, asthmatic. Breathtaking.

He thought CICC was wholesome so next was Bean Spot in A.S. Fortuna for Espressos. He thought AS Fortuna was the most un-wholesome street that’s why he made the biglang liko which left me stunned. No, I didn’t sleep with him which disappointed Mitz (“Libre na sana ko lunch!”) and relieved my wallet. Why? Red Alert. Tsk tsk. Carlo was disappointed but told me he still wants to see me again. Awww.. pingis ang show.

Saturday was our team’s party at my teammate Ciara’s hause in Sto. Niño. Medrep called and told me he’ll be picking me up at 11. Come 11, he asked if 12 is okay. I politely declined to friends who wanted to bring me to Vudu themselves because someone’s picking me up. That someone didn’t call until 1am leaving me p’od so much I didn’t talk to him in the car all the way to the short ride going to Crossroads leaving me pissed more because I could have prolonged the drama if it was all the way to Dumaguete. The argument culminated in the parking lot after 5 minutes of silence and steely glares.

“Sensya na, sweet. My boss wouldn’t let me go.”
“I don’t care. You could have texted. I had to decline offers to take me here.”
“Why didn’t you? Then i will pick you up here if you went.”
“BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO WAIT. Never mind. I’m going inside.”
“No, I’m taking you home.”
“Since when did you start telling me what to do?”
“Umm…”

Then I got off and slammed the door for much added effect. He was staring at my back the whole time I can feel it burning a hole thru my bra. My teammate Chris was outside when I got into Vudu and saw how angry I was. I instantly told him about my crazy date and he offered to drive me home. Thanks Gandalf, let Frodo go home by himself.

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