Make 2008 IT

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. 

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Mid Year Brouhaha

August! It’s summer, isn’t it? Sorry but I’m working on US Time Zone and I can’t relate to the third world and all that flood. Teehee. But I feel bad about Manila being drenched to the core. I hope my friends are okay. I miss me psychobabbling and seeing now that this site is up, I’m more keen into updating it than this. Oh, I’m sorry Glamarazzi, I miss you, too. Hug? No? Kfine.

I am actually in an environment where they take work seriously which probably is the cause of all my emphysema attacks. Excuse me, we are not here to coddle you. Do your job and don’t make us feel sorry if you don’t. Sell! Sell! Sell! Slash your wrists! Graveyard now is my life and I can feel my eye cream giving up on me and my pores growing the size of Marco Polo.

I’ve been getting on that bike since last week’s date and no, you can’t relax. My back is strained from all that leaning and just when I joked about, “Babe, I shouldn’t be needing all that makeup. The dust makes my compact dull in comparison and the smoke fumes hot for the smoky look,” he went, “I should get you a new helmet then.”

Uh, ack? New helmet equals investment. Iskkerrri. I can buy a helmet for myself, thank you, and not just because I’m constantly on that monster. Hihi. Prolly a helmet with glitters and a hot pink feather boa and a scarf with the logo of LV to hold back my hair. Aaaahh. Ang arte.

I had fun last Saturday with the girls Sheila, Jorj, Quennie, Tony, and Karo and thanks to my 24 year old body I can still stay up for 24 hours and not feel guilty about it. I also need all the pictures I can get because by the time I reach the age where my knees no longer cannot take sashaying to Kaskade, then at least I can show my grandchildren that I didn’t have trouble doing it before. Sunday was shopping at Paseo with the Biker and Syke’s for cakes, shakes, and Wifi.

Thanks to the new people I meet, my weekends are full. I meet people everyday ahlavet… and yes, I’ve changed my perception of people’s personalities: Some of them are ALL THE SAME but with different pore regions on their cheeks. I’m certain of that. By the way, the only thing constant in this world is garbage. Bassuurraa. It never, ever, goes away.

So I think I’m full of myself. Yeah? You, think? Like this?

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Kaskade Love Mysterious Tour 2007

I started feeling lucky even if my friends were already panicking at the onslaught of the Kaskade in Tour concert. Wala nay parkingan! Wa ko costume! My favorite: Oh, shit, who dat??

Anyway, I chalked it up to good karma because the following week I have been good and the House Gods were happy. Alleluia. We got to the bayview area of South Reclamation Project (SRP) at 10pm and the place was almost packed to the rafters. There was enough food from Patio Ecila, enough Barcardi to float SRP and enough men to rock our boat!

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