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Saturday, March 31, 2007 |
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| BACKTRACKING: December 27, 2006 : BOXMECK Reunion |
Mohicans all head up to Raqui's place for a much-need High school reunion. Needless to say, there was a certain amount of hype and ease that filled the stuffy, rainy night.
Short stop for two boxes of Creams puffs.
Fast forward: After the fat-gained assessments, Joan's drastic weight loss, Heidee's fab transformation, Cocoy's perpetual absence, Ilynne's apparition, phone patches, updates, reliving dark pasts and re-enacting closed coffin secrets, in between endless photo shoots, food reabsorption and wine gulps, we said tatah and made plans to keep in touch and continue the social barbaric custom.
And we made chika about those who weren't able to come. Nyahahah. Moral of the story: Biology Books are not edible (snicker)
I LOVE BEING A MOHICAN!
Labels: dinner, drinking, party, reunion, vacation |
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Saturday, March 24, 2007 |
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MISSION: Bring Toshi (laptop) for a check up. ON IAGO (my ipod)- PODCAST: Grey's Anatomy Season 3 Side Mission: Exchange Prison Break DVD and buy a SMART Sim LOCATION: Makati Cinema Square TIME: Four in the afternoon
The escalator ate my Havaianas. Seriously.
Yes, and no amount of triple chocoloate chunky ice cream, conditioner or good karma can ever make me feel better. I have to limp myself to the nearest stall that sells those cheap knock-offs for 80 bucks. And so now, I am a proud owner of a pair of royal blue HAVANAS. It isn't the fact that I'm wearing designer-imposter footwear that hurts and it's the fact that amidst the gruelling day of cleaning the apartment, I am told that TOSHI (the laptop) was having power issues, I haven't eaten lunch yet, the traffic is unbelievably satanic on a saturday and I still don't have a pomeranian.
On a lighter note, the manong who sold me the pair recounted of a time where a little girl got stuck on the same elevator and got half her leg ripped off leaving the bones exposed and her flesh sushi-ed ala SAW 3. The havaiana was a good trade off. If I was wearing Islander, that wouldn't happen. The soft sole slippers did have some major fall back in design or the elevator was simply evil. I'm just happy that I have lived to tell the tale or to send the warning.
On an entirely different note, but slightly related to my need for a moodlift, I am thankful that the plumber (not mike Delfino) finally made an apparation and declogged the drain pipes, thus restoring the bathroom floor above sea level.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing in designer-imposter Havanas. Labels: bad day, mishaps, rantings |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 3:40 AM |
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Friday, March 23, 2007 |
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| BACKTRACKING: December 25, 2006: Ritch and Glamour |
 It's a common plot on films.The hero loses his power, so he either meditates and seeks the guidance of his master sensei or travels into the snowy perils of ancient Tibet to find a wise sage in a mystical Shangri-la. In my case that would mean a short stop at the liquor store, the pastry shop and a 15-minute drive to Kuya Ritchie's place. (My Shangri-La)Flashback: The fateful day at Sunburst Fried Chicken. Kuya Ritchie and I have been initiated in the most unrewarding circumstances, but as karmic justice would have it, we remained the best of friends despite of "necessarily evils" (hehehe, for a lack of a better tag).Ritchie is this guy with a big heart, whose room is filled with walls of toys which I pined over incessantly when I was a kid; one whose collection of mint-condition comics can feed entire African village and whose CDs can make his room a perfect fall-out shelter should the world be coming to its nuclear end. A gamer, a deejay, a yoga-lates expert, host extraordinaire and most of all a singer. All the things a friend should have to make you feel like the most untalented lump in the crowd. heheh. (I hate videokes, its moments like this where I am reduced to my primal purpose of existence: to convert oxygen to carbon dioxide. damn)Moreover, the intimate, gory, revealing, tongue-in-cheek, finger-up-your-ass, flat-on-the-face, behind-the-scene moments that have been conveniently nipped and tucked out of my life can all be recounted within the walls of our friendship. He is one of the very few people that can make an honest sketch of my character and can probably write my biography without missing a step, which is scary, since my life isn't brutally normal. *wink* (and of course I need someone with an impeccable inclination to good grammar and a unique sense of irony)Thanks Kuya. Wish you were just a ride a way like before. (Imiss shashiki and that honest full-length mirror of yours and your punching bag and your room aaaarrrggh..... segway... to the next song.)Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World with Kuya Ritchie.Labels: bestfriends, coming home, drinking spree, fun, ode |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 6:32 PM |
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| BACKTRACKING: December 24-25, 2006: Ghost of Christmas Fats |
 Mass at the Metropolitan Cathedral. Merry Christmas.
I love my family.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Sparing the world from cruelty this Christmas eve. One night only. Labels: christmas, events, family, food, holiday |
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Thursday, March 15, 2007 |
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| BACKTRACKING: December 17, 2006: HOMEWARD BOUND |
Yes, everyone who is born not from a petridish will always feel that maternal tug, that invisible umbilical pull that prods you to take flight and go home for the holidays. So Sassy, Shadow and Chance (that's me) went into an incredible journey to PAL to buy tickets to real food, room service, long sleeps, gifts, good family, great company, fab friends, reunion unlimited, welcome parties, doggy kisses and yaya-massages. On a side note, after days of scrounging gifts, I decided to apply the zen-form of wrapping stuff which can se summed in this equation: japanese paper + ziploc = waterproof gift. Genius. Pure genius. Hehehe. Scotch tapes are a thing of the past. Im audi. nyaha. Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World while leaving on an airplane. Labels: brothers, coming home, family, trip, vacation, wrapping technique |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 10:53 PM |
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| BACKTRACKING: December 21, 2006: Ongpin Adventure |
 A revisit to Estero was in order when the gang decided to get together before the whole holiday rush settles in.
You a take a long ride from the heart of Makati to the belly of Old Manila, passing through Old Churches, kalesa-slash-horse shitty eskinitas, the foreign feel of China Town of Ongpin where its an entirely new alien place. Yes, there is a mixed sense of paranoia (of being stampeded by a mob and held up by a random pedro) and an excitement of straying away from the safe haven of your kitchen or the mundane routine of fast-food life. TOP PICKS: Crab omelette, frog legs, steamed fish, losta shrimp and as always, Good Company. More pix at http://vaindawako.multiply.com/photos/album/7 Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime with a stomach full of crab omelette.Labels: adventure, food, food trip, friends |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 10:17 PM |
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Sunday, March 11, 2007 |
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| BACKTRACKING: December 17, 2006 |
No trip to Greenhills will ever be complete without the usual Fortune Cookie-ChocoTurros-Crepe stops. So, on the day where King decided to turn into an official cam whore himself (pix taken with his new Baby Canon bought that day), we all made the necessary gastronomic obligatory checkpoints to pay tribute to the very few days left before King embarks for some self-searching in the vast deserts of the east.
Missing king like a peach-hazelnut-peanutbutter-choco-caramel-candy-sprinkled crepe. (and you know how I am when I am on a crave rage) * I'm putting a footnote here to remind myself of this scandalous secret you just told me this day. Of a certain kiss. with some totaaaally inappropriate. Hahahah. Someone who is almost associated to a SNEEZE in more ways that one. I love double-edged metaphors, it's too personal I swear I'm the only one who can figure it out. *evil grin*
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World with a whole lot of Crepe.Labels: canon, crepe, food, green hills, king |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 7:22 PM |
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| BACKTRACKING: December 06, 2006 |
This is how we do it.
Undeniably, there could only be a handful number of substances that can make us smile, smirk, grin and grovel this way. Aside from the usual amount of natural endorphins, dolphins (?), sugar-rush-y cream puffs, over-intoxication of methane, menthol and marijuana --- Alcohol (including Eskinol with papaya extract) is the easiest exit to the wonderful world of Googooland.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World while swimming in Alcohol.Labels: after work, carafe, drinking spree |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 9:33 PM |
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