holiday tales...

Had a very bad cold with matching fever on christmas eve. Good thing Alaxan is still as reliable as ever, and i got over the bug faster than you can say 'noche buena'. Speaking of which, ours was held at Uncle Sitong's place. The oldies engrossed themselves with their high scores at magic sing, the rugrats entertained themselves ultimate wrestling style, and as for the gen x-ers, we ate to our hearts delight. Ohhh, and the kiat-kiats are so delightfully scrumptious.

christmas creatures. rein and ouie. 12.05

Beb and i found ourselves at Greenhills after hearing christmas day mass. It's so eerie to have tons of parking slot choices when you're used to spending hours trying to fight over one with a half dozen other waiting cars. Only a handful of establishments are open that night, and luckily burgoo was one of them. Got my usual meat fix. Haay, it will take me forever to shed these holiday pounds.

mushroom burgoo (",) 12.05

I think all of manila had the same idea of spending the day after christmas (holiday economics courtesy of the Arrovo... errr... Arroyo administration) at Enchanted Kingdom. So reminiscent of Ateneo registration day, lines take hours for a five minute ride. With absolutely no patience nor, lower body strength whatsoever, yes, ladies and gentlemen, i just ate. Queueing up for mango crepe is much more fun than getting headache from the space shuttle. The rides are so overrated anyway. Hahaha. Food courts rule!.

rather eat than queue. ek. 12.05

Cake and company...

Since plim is back in the country for the holidays, and so is kaye wee, having gotten away from the delivery room in some corner of Zamboanga, me and beb get to have christmas lunch and coffee with the college tropa in greenhills. Sol and i always have this thing of never making an appearance in the same event since college, not that there's bad blood, it's just never happen. And so since i came, she didn't---again. Maybe next time huh? We had a big lunch at Superbowl at the Promenade, then hit Steph Calangi's post at the Coffee Bean. Shared a cake along with stories about work from those of us who do, and school for the genius who never got enough of college (kidding...). There are some of seriously stupid "diving" co-workers, and of pregnant women who spent a lifetime in the delivery room. We promised to meet up again after the new year for some belting out night at the Red Box. Wooohooo, something wonderful to look forward to in 2006. And yeah, there are pictures...

postcard moment
merry christmas ds peeps 12.05


healthy, happy people 12.05

dami kasing cam eh, cute though 12.05

the perennial ds group, missing sol...12.05

padlocks and pantilettes

With the scheduling fiasco over (it's a whole entry by itself, but i'd rather not), it's time for the annual gasp-gm-jf2 christmas shindig! Despite work, school and a whole lotsa other commitments , quite a few people came, plus a few plus-ones, or in che-che's case, plus two (hello, there gwapito KC ). This year's gifts theme, "This is soooo highschool". Aside from me, who is an eternal non-conformist, bringing those cute finds i hauled from my recent escapade in haggler's haven quiapo, everybody pooled their gifts and i started handing it out. Runner up was lorraine's pantilette (how do you spell out that freaking thing?) which apparently picked up by dale (ayos yan yeng ha), but the hands-down winner was the pad lock picked out by techie, which left us girls with tummy aches from laughing while leaving the boys baffled by our weird reaction towards a security device. Techie, you're a genius. Since i gotta slave again in just a few hours, i had to check out early, but not before grabbing a slice of pizza, and immortalizing a few more kodak memories.

christmas group 12.05

got gorgeous friends... 12.05

PG memories...

So what if there's a natural disaster currently wreaking havoc in Calapan? Yeah sure, the dike broke loose and people are actually avoiding the whole of oriental mindoro in fear of drowning. Probably not the best time to go to the beach, huh, especially in this extraordinarily freezing weather of december? Yeah, right...
....Naah, life's too freaking short for a little drizzle to stop us, are you kidding me?

So the "givens", one girl short (joyce's still in davao) , headed off to the bus station batangas port-bound to catch a ferry to the lala-land we lovingly call PG.

Away for the weekend...12.05

Yeah, the sun was a little gun shy, so much for the tanned-glory justine was aiming for. But look at the "bright" side, it rained more in manila than it did in galera, info courtesy of our loving mothers, scared for their pasaway daughters' lives. As usual, we went on with our PG routine of omelettes, milo shakes, pork kebabs, and dare i say--- yes, he's back --- Jose. Maiwan na lahat, wag lang si Jose. Hahaha.

waiting for omelettes 12.05

With barely a soul left on a practically deserted beach (You get to own galera if you go there mid-december. Very 'i know what you did last summer', or in this case, last december), under the stars that fail to greet you in urbania, we drank manila and all the baggage in brings away and remember the days when boys were disposable (some of them still are), money didn't come on scheduled dates, and the following weekend is sure to be fun even though the last one aint over yet. With our heads rolling off in laughter and filled with much missed Jose, we reminisced about the gimiks set hours before actually meeting up, how any night-out before 10 pm was considered "flag ceremony", and how waiters scrambled to their feet, putting up makeshift tables, just to keep the "regular-makulit" girls happy. We missed Joyce, and we missed each other. But something tells me that i should get used to that, missing something... missing someone. And although the thought of going back to manila in just a few hours is a reality starting to sip in as Jose drains out, thank God we had the time of our lives back in PG, more so, back in the 'ring' days. We had that, we'll always have that. We always have PG.

Joyce, balik tayo... 12.05

...dito... 12.05

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas...

I can smell it already. Actually more of feel it, with my own bare hands. Christmas came early for Li'l Lallie this year (or did my birthday came a tad bit too late, anyhow...). Santa thought i've been a fairly nice girl, this, as supposed to what the brat i was the past few years (still a brat, but im on rehab) and decided to grant my little wishes. He filled my red sock with stuffers that could make a grown girl, or even grown men, cry, for that matter. Now, im in the company of my two spanking new babies. World, meet Noki and Nica...

noki and nica...yebah!

Yes, i initially wanted a K700 at the beginning of the year. I was literally drooling when i got to play my little cousin's k7. It was gorgeous. But, now, i could settle for an N70 hehehe, courtesy of my fairy godmother, Auntie Baby. Well, actually, i had planned to buy the phone with my own hard-earned money, that little pile i've manage to save with sheer bloodshed and aliping namamahay kinda slavery. But she generously gave me some moolah, not the whole enchalada (which is quite a lot cause the thing still carry a pricetag so heavy, it made me wanna scream obscenities), but enough to make it possible for me to acquire another tech-toy, perhaps a digital camera, without committing qualified theft. Ohhh, and Noki is so worth it.

Nica is an Aneca MP3/Mpeg4 player sponsored by the boyfriend. Actually, he showed it to me three weeks before my birthday, just to tease me. Bad boyfriend, dangling the thing like it was meat and i was Fred Flinstone. But i didn't go nuts. I knew it was going to be mine, one way or another. Good thing he came to his senses and finally told me it was really for me, straight from China, with Chinese manuals i couldn't decipher to save my life. Thank God, it operates in English mode, or else i would've needed a translator just to play Parokya's Mang Jose on it.

Yes, im in mobile heaven...

pasigaw lang...

WHY, THE HELL, DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME?

nope, doesn't change a thing, still there...
boy, (ala Mariah), gotta shake it off...

i'll shut up now...