So I didn't PARTY last Saturday

Ish not my fault. Was supposed to go with the guys and party, but my partner in crime Abby had to go to the province, and since the guys were in Chaneeeh mode, i couldn't really go since i know i was gonna cramp their style. So i tucked my shorts into my little paper bag and just stayed at Metrowalk with the older set.



Ok for those who were there and are currently offended, Late 20s set.



Definitely not my core group and for once I was gonna "schmooze". I do not know how to schmooze, so i just talked to the people i was already comfortable with. Think I did pretty well, considering I am still in my antisocial phase and i was hella sleepy at 10 (left past 1am).



So i lost my chance to party, is God trying to tell me something?



I've never gone to those things (since high school but that doesn't count). Partly coz I don't know how to dance, partly coz my friends aren't really the party kind of people. OK, so my college friends had a "Basement" phase, but i couldn't make myself go to Basement, just the name made me claustrophobic. As for the not knowing how to dance, well, that cannot be helped. I have no rhythm whatsoever. Anyone who's seen me dance can attest to that.

Laing baby!

I was introduced to real Bicolano food by my sister's friend (and now also my friend) David about 5 years ago. One of those nights we went over to his place for his first going to the states party.

Loved the laing, bicol express. Food that i never tried before but instantly loved. Suffice to say my mouth was on fire since they are famous for their spice, but i was looking for it since then.

And i do get my bicol express (well the manila version that's not as spicy) on when we go to the Lung Center sunday market, but the real thing has evaded me, (well unless my friends from the office bring some to work).

So getting back, the person who introduced me to real Bicolano food was as i heard leaving for the states again in a few days. So i couldn't resist a little dig, asking for laing before he left. Lo and behold he asked directions to our house yesterday and arrived an hour later with a lunchbox of laing, freshly cooked.

At this point my sister and I asked each other if we were that close to David to deserve such a gesture. (We didn't think so) But it was so nice. So i cooked to trade, roast chicken (which is really easy, just doing a few things then shoving the whole bird in the oven).

This was yesterday. I don't know what i did to deserve such a happy moment, but thanks.

Restless

Lately i've been feeling restless. Like I can't go anywhere fast enough, can't do things enough. I want to go everywhere, do everything at a warp speed. It's like i can't get enough time to do all the things i want to do.

And why do i feel like everything's filled with light now? Like i woke up from a bad dream and realized my life isn't a nightmare. It's a good feeling. A strange inexplicable feeling but i have it. I even found the time and the strength to watch a supposedly depressing movie and didn't think it was too bad. Perhaps i really am that happy.

I'm going out to "party" later. Me. The homebody. I don't even know where we're going or who we're going with. I just know that this is something out of character for me and I'm psyched. Just hope this is something i'm gonna enjoy.

Pizza afternoon

It's a good thing three from our team won the Zeezoobic challenge, coz we got pizza for it.

I gotta tell ya, it's been a long time since i tried Domino's pizza. It was good. Good good good.

Yum. Especially the chicken barbeque one.

Thanks Ren and Vinny!

Sooooo... 22

What to do in 22? Well I've made a resolution for myself to not take things too seriously. I'm done trying to explain everything, trying to understand every little nuance. I'm gonna take life as it is and just enjoy every moment. I may not be very smart about everything, but at least I'm gonna smile more. And isn't that better than being all sad all the time worrying about every little thing?

I've learned long ago that the worst things can come in the most beautiful of packages. No matter how it may seem from the outside, it can be rotten in the inside. One more goal, listen to other people more. Let them analyze. Sit back and realize that sometimes being on the outside can give a person better perspective. For when you're in it, you may not be able to see it clearly.

Life is good. It's summer. I want to be at the beach at every opportunity.

Birthdays, cakes, sweets

So I'm a lucky girl. People know me too well. Got 3 cakes this year. Of course one was from my "girlfriend" Karen. She took me out with the gays last Friday to wish me a Happy Birthday before I went to Subic. This is the 3rd year in a row she's gotten me cake. She knows me too well. It was a chocolate thing from Conti's that was soooo sinful. I loved it! It was mousse-y and also cakey at the same time. If i had any more space in my tummy i would've finished it in one sitting.

And what did the gays give me? Oh just a dirty dance in the middle of Trinoma. I had that coming. They had me screaming like a girl, which probably made more people look at us. And we weren't that discreet either. Me trying to run away with Pao holding on to me, and three men dancing provocatively against me. I swear I was dying of laughter and shame. i love those gays. They sure made the trip to the mall interesting.

And of course my IMS federation of gays did not disappoint as well. I totally forgot about the tradition of getting something to eat for a birthday that when we traipsed upstairs yesterday i was all pissed coz i was gonna be late for my plans after work. I even brought a notebook for the supposed seminar. Got there. Three kinds of ice cream, two cakes. I was surprised really. And i love them for doing that for me. It was an afternoon for the memory books. Love my IMS family. Lurve!

It was a happy birthday

I have to admit i was a little iffy about spending my birthday somewhere without my family or old friends, but i had the time of my life. Spent my birthday with people I've known only a few months but have grown to love.

It was at the beach. There was food. Good people surrounding me. Happiness all around. It doesn't take much to make me happy but hell, I was a happy bunny. Even after an exhausting day of running around and everyone else drunk out of their minds, my friends stayed up until 12 just to greet me a happy birthday. Needless to say I was a girl and I was touched.

Thanks to everyone who made it one of my best birthdays ever!

All the Way Down to Chinatown with Carlos Celdran

My mom has a huge crush on Carlos Celdran. Ever since she saw him on the Living Asia channel she has wanted to go on one of his tours. Well we found out how to reach him and join the tour. And i would just like to say that this guy is providing a service to the Filipino people.

Informative, engaging, interesting. He will take you on a tour of places you thought you knew and show you things you never noticed before.

This is not something he earns from. The 250 you pay for the tour is for the calesa ride you take to the different places you go. The donation (if you choose to give) is for birth control for the communities you visit during the tour.

Needless to say, he has found four more fans (Ma, me, Joannaman and Esther) to go on all his tours.