Since last Friday, I've been feeling the long weekend. Although I reported to work yesterday and today, it still feels like a weekend.
Looking forward to fun, fun, weekend.
Hope you guys enjoy it too.
I know what I'll be doing over the break. Pigging out and watching PBB. Occasionally, annoying my relatives by whining I've gotten fat and saying I'm hitting the gym. That's about it.
Oh. Maybe I should start reimbursing my phone bills, too. Then again, that's work.
I got thrilled and chilled watching PBB last Sunday evening. When I saw Toni go inside the confession room, my heart raised a beat. When the voice broke the news, I was even more thrilled. When it finally dawned on me that she will be the newest house guest, I just couldn't contain myself. I wanted to go out of the room and scream and shout like it was me.
That was strange particularly because I am not a fan of PBB. But since Mariel got in, I felt in touch. I felt like I was a housemate. I anticipated each episode. I love Mariel. I like Toni. But after seeing her reactions, I love her now even more.
Oh. Two days after, I'm back to normal. :)
My hair is such a mess! I need to get a hair cut. I've been procrastinating... now I look so hairy.
What I find weird with my hair is that it curls at the ends, when the rest of my hair is straight limp. I wonder what's that got to do with not cutting it?
For the last 25 years of my life, I can say that I have been a very good boy. Except for those few times when I had been unintentionally nasty, I'd say there's a goodness stream in my blood.
Last week, I thought deep and hard what to wear for this year's McCann Halloween Costume Event. We were given a theme to work on this year. We got [a very exciting (!)] theme this year - Shrek. We can use any character that has appeared in that movie.
Off the bat, I know I didn't want to come in as Shrek. So what cute character can I come in as? Days went by fast and come Thursday evening I still didn't have anything to wear. I wanted to come in as ninja and share my thoughts or two to the kids, particularly the difference of ninjas and samurais. But, yes, no where in Shrek did a ninja appear.
Okay, okay.
Cramming time. I was deciding last minute if i should come in as Thelonius the executioner or the Ginger Bread Man. I knew I had to be Ginger Bread Man. We're both cute, smart and whiny. Not to mention, we're also both quite wimpy. Hehehe.
I also was toying with the idea of coming in as the big bad wolf in jammies. But Tzi already said he'd come in as the wolf.
Cut to the morning of the event, I found myself trying on my khaki pants. Since I gained a considerable amount of charm and talent, I couldn't fit anymore in those jeans! Gosh.
So I wore my usual tight outfit and then got my Buri Fedora. I just said, I'd be a vacationing tourist from the Bahamas in Shrek's swamp. Oh well.
But the ever-reliable AEs here in McCann are too good! Myrrh brought an extra robe. Lianne brought an extra pair of stockings. And Tzi was out with nausea. So, in 5 mins, I became the big bad wolf.
When Good Boys Become Bad.
This wolf is different from the real big bad wolf. This wolf has gone hard-core. While this wolf didn't have fangs, he had other secret weapons: his flawless skin. Naks.
I will not describe the animalistic behavior anymore. It's a secret. But all I can say is that for one day, I've gone from good to really, really bad.
Now, that's something to forget...
:P
Halloween talaga, because looking at the photos now, kakatakot talaga.
Last Saturday was one of the starriest day of my life. From sunrise til sundown, I saw nothing but stars... Like the Kiefer Sutherland TV show 24, I will document my day that way.
1100 hours -
I woke up feeling energetic as I had a great night's sleep. When I went down and looked for something to eat, I saw mom preparing lunch already. And it was a hell of a lunch. We had Chinese Paella with roasted peanuts, authentic crab and corn soup with really yummy lapu-lapu. While waiting for lunch to be ready I watched my daily fix of Game Ka Na Ba. I find Edu really funny. His guests that day were drag queens. One came in as Liza Minelli, another Regine and then the others I forgot.
1200 hours - still at
Lunch was ready. I've never eaten this much lunch in months! All the rice I could eat and all the soup I could sip. Grabe. Literally, after eating that much I saw stars. Kakahilo, pero it's all worth it. Even if I am supposed to be on a diet, I don't mind eating that much.
1300 hours -
We had a "screen test" for this game show in ABS-CBN. I went there feeling frustrated because i wasn't able to wear the shirt I wanted to wear. Since I packed a lot of carbs for lunch, my tummy became TUMMY in less than 5 mins. All the buttons were popping out already. So, wearing my usual buntis fashion, I went with my ever-reliable jacket.
Finally, screening time. I went up feeling starstrucked. Shucks. I'll get that chance to become a tv star na. Who knows, I might get discovered or something? Or bump into Kris? Hmmmm...
Well, when we got to the studio, it was an empty one. Only the production staff was there, the host wasn't. Sayang.
Having watched this show since it was conceptualized and first aired, I am very familiar with the show. With much restraint, I tried to just look innocent so I could really shift the experience. Shet, this is it...
The test was harder than expected. I didn't even get a passing grade! Darn. I was up against people from the other agencies and they were able to answer more than I did. Hmph. I was thinking pa naman going in that I know a lot of general information. Well, as they say, with age comes knowledge. I was up against advertising veterans (no names...). Hehehe.
Then we ended up making beso. Off to GMA for my weekly ride to fame editing. I felt so sleepy on my way there. Well, a bit elated too. I haven't seen Junette and Tanke in a long time now and I'm glad to see them again. It's the first time (actually baka second na) to see ER and Ria's friend Diday. Then Mike Garcia... and then, who else?
1430 hours - GMA 4F
I was surprised to see the final 3 hanging out at the 4th floor with AC, the show's program manager. I stayed there a bit to make kwento too. I feel really happy for them. Imagine, the promise of a better future? Well, I do hope that there's future for them...
1445 - GMA editing suite
Editing begins. I felt really drowsy this time. I swear, I thought I fell asleep at one point.
1600 hours - GMA Studio, Ground Floor
Something caught my fancy in that studio. There were a lot of people there looking very happy. True to my nosy character I went out to check it. I saw Tim Yap and Frederick Peralta, oh… it’s the grand finals of Celebrity Duets. I went inside the studio to watch. I saw other “celebs” like Anna Licaros, Verni Varga, Jay Durias, David Bunevacz, Jessica Rodriguez, Hayden Kho, Mother Ricky (who’s not as slim anymore!), Wyngard Tracy, (a yellow-clad) Kyla, Cacai Mitra, Jaya and then Joey of Side A, Rajo Laurel, Tessa Prieto and Dennis Valdes, among others.
Showbiz - it’s my guilty pleasure actually. I love variety shows and tapings like such. I giggled every now and then. Well, gave think-out-loud side comments too. Just couldn’t help myself… hehehe. AC said if I didn’t shut up, we might be thrown out of the studio. I shut up and smirked.
Tessa won. Everyone’s happy. All the socialites in studio are raving. But one thing caught my attention. A disgruntled employee of Jessica Rodriguez pouted and showed her disagreement by gesturing her hand and making bulong to everyone. Oh well.
1800 hours – GMA lobby
Jessica may not have won inside the studio but she won outside. David gifted her with a brand new BMW X5 SUV for having reached the show that far. Call that media stunt- a very expensive one at that. Droves of reporters followed her. So Jackie Forster and her own stunt were eclipsed a bit. It felt quite awkward seeing socialites rushing out of the studio trying to get a glimpse of that stunt. When they finally did, they even volunteered to become “bystanders”. From one Louis Vuitton, to Prada to Chanel bags, and Cayenne Porsche, suddenly the image of a very happy, grinning ear to ear, Wilma Galvante was galvanized. Her thought bubble, “Shet, I have arrived.”
The socialites and social climbers made GMA’s Celebrity Duets Grand Finals their Tatler Ball. All the expensive cars were there with matching chauffeurs. They wore casual glam. And English spurted out like you were in the
2000 hours – Sgt. Esguerra
Time to get my own pampering and be my own star. I went to my favorite spa to get my weekly massage.
Starry it is. But not the Yes! Magazine kind of way.
I was sooo thrilled to have finally purchased the vest I've been eyeing for a long time now in Zara. I look really really slim wearing that. And take note, I can still breath normally. Aside from that, came the thrill of buying three really nice long sleeved polos from the same store. I wanted to also get the white jacket from Tyler but I think I already spent too much at Zara. Ria bought her Tyler bag, which to be fair, was quite a steal.
Then we had dinner at Cibo. Yummy. Kaya lang, I was sworn to losing weight so i didn't eat. I just had iced tea nalang. Hmm, I saw Dolphy and Laveena Pessumal.
Ang saya naman ng Rockwell trip that night.
PS: if any of you know of a store that sells a Black Burberry shades stock number 30021, please inform me ASAP.
October 19, 2007. Two important things happended today.
One, Glorietta 2 was bombed by unknown suspects. Initial reports say that it could have been an LPG, but now they're saying it may be a bomb. Police and the president herself said it's not part of a destabilization plot. Whatever it is that may have caused this thing, they sure did get their message across. Lives were lost, many got hurt and everyone else panicked. This tragedy will sure send everyone in paranoia once again.
The other "important" thing that happened today was Dusit. We were having our lunch presentation with clients when the bomb set off. I felt a little nudge at 1:30. I brushed it off. I thought I was having too much chocolate fondue already.
Then our own mini-tragedy happened. The look and service of Basix, terrible. The only saving grace of Basix was it's chocolate marshmallow fondue. I thought the whole restaurant was ill-planned. The pasta area was situated near the entrance. The salad station was weird. Their dishes were named generically. Someone points out that the glasses have been pre-etched already therefore the management didn't care enough to change it. So the dishes were "appropriately named" vegetable, fish, chicken, beef. (gee, thanks for pointing out the obvious. wish you could've pointed out bland from the gamey piece of beef.) And then the shrimps were saved on top of ice. and the list goes on and on. I had to ask twice to get my utensil set. I had to ask twice for my Coke light.
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inConvenience is key
After that less than scrumptious meal, of course, we have pay respect to the john. The restroom is conveniently placed at the other end of the hotel. Well, you can also visit the restroom on the mezzanine. How convenient, really.
Gen might have had hyped this whole buffet experience, but personally I thought it sucked.
But then, the adventure starts as soon as we stepped out of that buffet area. Didn't realize that things could go far worse.
We learned that Glorietta was bombed soon after we stepped out of Basix. Of course, after getting calls from our loved ones, the pack was so ready to go back to the office and seek serenity and comfort in our own messy desks (well, aside from rushing back to finish our deadlines). Since none of us brought a car, we needed to get a cab to get back to office. We waited. Waited. Waited. Talked to the guard to get us a cab.... Ooohhh, there's our cab! Oh wait, that lola is stealing our cab! Oh, no. Waited again. Waited....
Then finally Gen volunteered that we can get a hotel cab to drive us to the office. Unfortunately none was available. Dusit is the only hotel in Makati that actually runs out of cabs. Strange? Wait till you read this...
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OOOOPs, bawal dyan!
After waiting for so much more, I went again inside to ask if there's a cab available na. The manager on duty said he was going to call for one now. When he finally did, he freshly asked, "are you booked here?" "We're guests of Basix", I curtly answered. He gave me a confused look and purported, "Ay, di kasi pwede pag mag-hotel taxi pag hindi kayo naka check in eh..." Since when?!
Though this is only the third time I am riding a hotel cab, why on earth, please tell me, would you make this service exclusive to checked in guests. We are, after all, still hotel guests, having eaten at Basix! What are we- scum of earth?
Further, when the driver approached us, he gave us ten million reasons why he can't drive us there. He excused that Ayala was closed, Buendia is closed, Makati Med is brimming with people, etc. etc. We just scooted.
After trooping inside back to that ugly hotel, we just agreed to walk back to the office. Unfortunately, Gen wasn't feeling well. Therefore we can't walk back. Lee finally volunteered her father's driver. Alleluia.
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Sorry, you're not allowed to sit there
While waiting for Lee's driver to pick us up, we waited in the chairless lobby. The guards asked us if we could stay somewhere else as we're loittering. WTF? We're trapped here because your idiot guards couldn't get us a cab, and Glorietta has just been bombed, and you're telling us we're loiterring? Where on earth are we supposed to wait??? In the toilet?
So we went up hoping those idiots could leave us alone. When we got to the dripping mezzanine, we found this girl half-awake snoring. So we said, finally, decent place to sit down. Before we even got our booties to sink in those retro-looking hard cushions, this guard approached us and asked, "Are you hotel guests?" We responded, albeit defensively, "Yes, we've just finished our meeting and had lunch at Basix, now we're waiting for our sundo." He said we can't stay there because we're not checked in. Apparently, they reserved the yuckiest for the unluckiest hotel guests. Oafs. Gen argued back and then the guard just kept apologizing "pasensiya na". Gen wasn't feeling well. And she said it but that guard still refuse to let us wait there. By the way, that hallway was empty. What, wearing our office wear, did we look sleazy or kadiri that we can't stay there? Gosh. Hookers we're clinging onto the caucasians left and right and they allow it. This guy brushing his pearly whites and they allow it. People in slippers they allow, but for us to sit down, we're denied that right?
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You can't drink water here if you're not checked in
So we just went back up to where the clients were and stayed there. Thank God, with "proper" endorsement, we were allowed to "loiter" there. While waiting, Gen felt dehydrated. She needed to drink water. But even before she could do that, the wait staff said, "if you're not guests here, you can't drink there." I am sooo exasperated. Water is free. In other hotels, they'd offer you water as soon as you step in. Here in this hotel, it's some kind of precious commodity, just like their chairs/sofas.
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Printing your brand manual on tarp
As soon as we took the lift, I noticed two banners there. One that says what the brand heritage is, and the other talks about their Brand DNA. Apparently, they print their brand manual on tarp. The Brand DNA says something about offering something that the others don't offer. Initially, I was so curious to find out what those are.... then after this whole experience, apparently:
1. Other hotels have moderate to good service, in Dusit they make it a point to treat you bad.
2. In other hotels, they try to make the hotel look smart, classy and professional, in Dusit, they make you feel like crap by not providing seats, available services and really dripping ceilings.
3. In other hotels, they try to make you feel welcome, at Dusit they make you want to just leave. Talk about hospitality.
I am also in a service-oriented industry. I may not know the golden rules of servicing, but I sure know that treating your guests right is paramount. I am sharing this experience to everyone because I felt bad seeing us being treated that way.
Thank God the driver finally came and we're out of the god-forsaken hotel. As soon as I got back to the office, my tummy started to rumble. Oh no, I'm LBMing.
If I were you, I'd re-post this and share how terrible Dusit service is. In my opinion, this hotel was more tragic than the whole Glorietta incident. Thank God, I'm back in my little desk.
What on Earth was I thinking when I watched the Baby Face Concert? Was I expecting Britney to pop out anytime? Was I expecting vocal histrionics caliber of Mariah? I surely shouldn't. But I expected much more.
The concert started quite late. The front act Tribe of Levi dished out a good 30 minute show, with band member Angel stealing the show (he did an impeccable version of Shaggy's Angel). Then lights on.
Lights on? Was it a signal that the concert was finished already? Were we supposed to leave already? That's kinda weird - to put the lights back when the concert supposed to have started already.
Worse yet, I felt like I was watching my ever-reliable cable channel ETC. Every now and then there station ID would pop out, interchangeably with ABS' and Myx'. I felt at home. I felt quite sleepy.
Good thing something distracted me and caught my fancy. At the Araneta, they sell beers! Pardon me, this is my first time to watch at the Big Dome, so I didn't know these things happened. Then the lighted horns caught my fancy again. Those devil horns were all lit in the midst of darkness. It was a fun sight.
Then, suddenly, a guy came out of the stage wearing casual clothes. Oh, it was Baby Face. Andyan na pala siya... ho-hum, time to watch. That was my thought balloon. Gosh. The start of the show really bored me to death. Literally, I was uneasy. I kept fidgeting, chewing gum, yawning. He sang Jim Croce, James Taylor and Eric Clapton songs. Ho hum. Double ho hum.
The second half proved to be so much better than the first. He finally sang the more popular ones: the songs he wrote for the girls. Conspicuously, he didn't mention Toni Braxton's name, when all I can associate with Baby Face is Toni Braxton. Well, for those who don't know you can ask me.
Anyway, there was this girl who came out at the middle of the show. Sasha. She sounded so much like Whitney! Galing!
Though the show ended on a light note, honestly, I felt cheated. I felt like I was watching ASAP Baby Face edition. It was nothing special, nothing to look forward to. Parang it's something I could watch sa DVD.
Oh well.
If anything I realized that that show proved to me that he is quite popular among the Chinese and the older set. That whole night, I saw loads and loads of chinita women with their dates and old rich.
Hey, Imee Marcos was there!
It's not really reality, honey. It's called faking it.
If reality tv were real, then there wouldn't be a need for story editors anymore. If it were real, then competition will be really stiff and become every man for himself, especially if the pot is 1M.
Bottomline, we're just being made to believe that their lives are real and interesting. Further, we're reduced to mere audience. If it were real, then by one way or another, we would be somehow involved in it, directly or indirectly yes?
I just found myself answering this question this morning: should we disqualify this contestant because he is being accused of "cheating". But in real life, people do cheat. In real life, we can't just oust anyone.
If this were reality, I would say, bring it on!
Were you ever told this by your school principal? Or worse yet getting caught running in the hallways and being punished for it?
Well, I have never been caught with this offense, only because there's no such policy in my highschool. In anycase, my team mates and I saw ourselves running in the hallways the past few days. In separate instances, we were running in the hallways for different reasons.
The first time, Yettie, Ria and I were making harot to each other about Ria's nasty behavior. When we asked her to wait for Yettie and me as we talked to the lost and found girl of the building, she left us and planned on going up alone. When we were looking for her, we realized that black heart Ria left us already. Then we saw her waiting outside the elevator. To cut the already long story short, Yettie and I were making her ipit inside the elevator so she will be trapped (tit for tat). When the elevator door opened, Yettie and I were trying our bestest to block her, when the MD (managing diva) of this agency suddenly appeared.
Gasp.
Yettie nearly stepped on his foot and going face to face intimate with him. Yettie said hi, he said, hellllowww?! That was hilarious. Absolutely! Then we ran sa hallway before he can even start screaming at us.
The second incident just happened last night. The agency had a little send-off party for one of the best planners here. At around 11PM last night, three obviosuly drunk AEs showed up. One was laughing like mad. The other was just being her usual maldita self, but this time only more lewd than maldita. And then the other one, cussing and cursing like mad. She scared the s*#@ out of me. And then she invited to "join" them drink more. And she was cussing everyone on the floor. Worse, she was banging things. She's louder pa pala when she's drunk. Yikes.
So to escape that emotional anguish, me, monster, lotskie and ER ran going towards the other side. Then we heard her voice there, so we ran back to our area. But her voice was still as loud, so we went to the other exit, 1 flight down. Then took the lift there.
It's just so hilarious looking back because her loud voice resonated in the entire floor! Grabe.
Well, I'm just happy that there's no such policy here in McCann!
I am for the third time attempting to re-post this entry in my blog. Hope the third time works.
I have been wanting to become a vegan for the longest time. I hope I will become successful this time around. The last time I tried to become one I only lasted two and a half days. Being a vegan has its perks and, well, negative effects on the body too.
Daniel, one of the Bible's foremost character is a vegan. And he grew up to become a fine young man. He was considered to be one of the most handsome during his time, and of course, smartest and the healthiest. He refused to eat anything that's not planted.
Vegetarianism is one of the more popular tenet of the Buddhists. They say if you eat meat, you will become unpure. As they say, it has life and it's quite "fishy". The blood that gets that into your body makes you unpure. Therefore, if you must visit the temple, you must abstain from eating meat (whether it's your partner's meat, or animal meat). For me, this falls under the concept of Karma...
Well they say if you eat vegetables and fruits, you will feel better, lighter and move faster. Being full of vitamins and minerals too you can be assured that you will become healthy.
However, they are also saying that vegetables have become contaminated with lead and formaldehyde. Nothing out there is safe, anymore. And what goes with your vegetables is also quite tricky. If you cook your vegetables, or put oil on your salad then it still becomes unhealthy.
Bottomline, i want to lose the unnecessary weight and become healthy once again. The last time I practiced to become a vegan i miserably failed. Maybe i should pace myself this time and learn how to do it.
They say people who are vegans live longer. For all we know, I may this Earth's last vegan.. :)
Why do I have to learn the hard way?
The Starbucks branch in Ayala cor Buendia is probably the worst branch I have ever visited. While I've only been there for like five times, I have yet to have a single transaction with them. Every time I go there, it's always a bad encounter. Here's a summary of all the bad experiences I've had with this branch.
The first time I went there, that place was filled with overly noisy guests. For some reason, it felt more peaceful to be outside standing in the middle of Buendia than staying inside. As an insight, people like hanging out in Starbucks because they find a certain kind of chaotic recluse out of the urban noise, but this one, it's just chaos. And, by the way, the succeeding times I went there, it was just as noisy. You should know why.
Next. I am unlucky when trying to order here. For some reason, the only drink I get is almost always not available. I like drinking Zen and Basic Black. Either they've run out of that or there's no ice. Good grief.
The baristas ought to provide you a friendly atmosphere, to make your stay conducive, whenever you make a trip there. Hence, first name basis name calling. But if you're surrounded by boisterous guests, hounding them with questions like "ano ba ang masarap?" or "anong bago?", yeah, how can you perform well? Worse, they order in bulk and collect money from each other on the spot, with just one person ordering. They probably aren't aware of the concepts of falling in line and POS machines.
Another, the airconditioning system of this branch is always being repaired. Gosh. Why can't they just put industrial fans there if they can't afford to buy a new one? The cost of repair is probably even more expensive. Al fresco is much appreciated, these days.
Change. You come there so early in the morning trying to get your fix. You give the cashier 500 pesos. She asks you, "Do you have a smaller bill?" I will have spared myself the agony of being asked that question by giving her the exact amount if I had it, but I don't. I obviously don't. She asks you back, "Do you think you can break this first?" Dude, seriously? When I was about to give her the evil look she just said, "Oh, I have coins! Is that fine? Medyo madami lang..." What the hell?
I always end up telling myself to bring my business somewhere else. I always end up going to RCBC instead of this branch. Gad, I hate this branch, really. Looking back, why did it take me 5 times to realize this. Something must be wrong with me. But then again, please try not to spoil your day by visiting this branch.
I have yet to meet someone who's as strong-willed as Teejae. I admire TJ for her strong, no nonsense and straight to the point POVs on anything. And best of all, she knows what she's talking about. And if you have these, people either get scared of you, get pissed at you or just try to run away from you.
Teejae's my client too. And I love working with her. Not to say that we never had fighting moments, but TJ knows how to compartmentalize it. She knows what's work and what's outside work.
I also admire TJ's faith in God. I admire that she's never afraid to say praise and ask God for guidance and help. And she's a very good friend too.
Yesterday, she celebrated her birthday! I saw her the other day at their office and gamely asked if she will take a leave. She gamely answered yes. But what struck me the most is that she's going to take her birthday leave and rock on! WOW!
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I know to some this may sound weird but for workaholics like TJ, going on leave is hard to do. TJ, you deserve to be happy. Hope you had a good one! Happy B!
Despite working this weekend, I still had fun. I went with my usual Saturday routine and then took some time off Sunday.
Saturday started with me stealing some lanzones from the fruit basket. I am not supposed to get/eat some because I have eaten breakfast yet. That's supposed to be bawal. Also, I am nursing colds for 2 weeks now, I really should refrain from eating fruits this "yin" for my body. But I ate anyway. I ate some 10 pieces of it. Yummy!
Then lunch time, we had lechon cebu and galunggong and monggo. Drool. That re-fried Cebu lechon was the best. It's skin was fried to crispy perfection. The meat was just perfect: tasty and easy to chew. It's meat was melting as you chew it.
Then I had to rush to the editing of Ride to Fame. Saturdays are normally reserved for viewing this show. It was one of the best episodes of the show, I think. The twists and turns are getting tougher every week! But Cheska was eliminated. I cried actually while we were taping that. It's one of those times you feel it's not fair.
Then after that, I had to run to Shangri-la Mall to meet client. We had a sampling activation there so I have to watch over that. Unfortunately, by the time I got there, my client has already left for The Fort.
Anyway, I was debating in my head if I should go or not since that's like going to the opposite side to where I live. But I decided duty calls. So I went. When I got there, she texted me to say that she's at Eastwood already for another meeting. I missed her. Oh well.
What was I supposed to do now at The Fort. So I went to the gym nalang. Then after some cardio, I went on to Serendra to have dinner at brazil!brazil! Though I was alone, I felt very satisfied! No one trying to stop me from eating meat, meat and more meat!
Then finally, I decided to get my body scrubbed that night at this spa in QC. I had Kapeng Barako scrub. It was yummy...
The whole night of fun just kept going on. Until when I got home. I just realized, it sucks to be single. The whole day passed doing things alone. Hmmm. Not that I hate being single, masaya lang if you had someone to do these things with.
I will spare this precious blog the other juicy details. It ends here.
Anyway, Sunday was family day. We went to Trinoma, had dinner at Inasal. I also had lumpia before that. And KFC before that. And munchkins before. All within 15 minutes.
Earlier that day, I stole more pieces of lanzones and longgan. By the sound of it, I will be nursing this colds for more days to come. But it's all worth it.
This weekend was indeed fun. I may not have surfed with Lot and Aya and spent time with them at the Summer Capital, but I had my own version of fun at home and elsewhere too.
