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Dance All Night to This DJ
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[Wed | 31 Dec 2008 | 20.43] |
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2008 was the year of:
1. Hohol + Hotgirls
2. Talks and tears
3. Fashion and bags bags bags... and shopping
4. Miri x 4, Hong Kong, Singapore x 2 (or is it 3?) and Tokyo
5. Making new friends and re-loving old ones
More to love in 2009 :)
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| Introducing: Coco, Spicy, Tutankhamen, Chastity, and... Charmel! |
[Thu | 08 Mar 2007 | 19.46] |
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I've got a new number! +63 917 816 4408
I won't be using the old one anymore. :)
Pictures from last weekend (Cesca's house in Tali) are up in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mr_phekx2's Multiply. I do not take responsibility for any fatness in the pictures. :P
Had a good dinner and after-dinner session in Rockwell last night. I think we scandalized the crowd outside UCC. Hehehe. Congratulations dear! Make it good. :)
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| Beating the Buzzer |
[Sun | 24 Dec 2006 | 23.47] |
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Merry Christmas everyone! Have to upload so many pictures, greet so many people, recall so many events. Hope these next few days spent at home will let me do that. I am a very tired bunny right now.
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| Angel from my nightmare |
[Wed | 08 Nov 2006 | 22.16] |
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Well, I'm home. I should be typing this entry out on the 11th instead of the 8th; however certain events (like a certain someone having sporadic bouts of memory loss) force me to be home earlier. I'm a bit glad; I'll admit it was getting a bit lonely and my annoyance with the noise and activity level in my hotel was escalating by the day. Plus having to hotdesk, or more accurately, squat, in random desks in the office was getting embarrassing.
The thing with Singapore is that it's getting easier to leave it each time, but harder to go home. So I've figured out that level of depression (x + y) due to departure is constant, x ("anguish of leaving") decreasing each time with y ("melancholy from thinking about what you left behind") increasing to keep aforementioned depression constant. Harrumph.
At least I had balbon to walk around with me - surrogate boyfriend for the weekend. My feet are pretty butchered (blistered). I also paid for ER's credit card late fee. And met up with Emman and his P&G friends. And met up with my own friends. And scored a free lunch in Mandarin. And took field trips to new MRT stations. And bought my own pretty ez-link card. And saw Singapore from the 70th floor of my hotel. And got fed a healthy Chinese dinner (again). And ate Thai food and took in the view from the top of Esplanade. And watched dogs practice for a show. And shopped. And realized there are limits to my self-cheering-up ability.
What I hate about traveling is that it almost always involves a new hotel, which means there are new light switches, toilet knobs, shower spouts, sink faucets, door locks, and TV controls to get used to. The flush in this last hotel was a prize; it was a silver four-inch-wide "button" embedded in the wall above the toilet, and you had to lean in and push with both hands to get it to work. Which is probably why the first time I saw it I thought it was just a decorative element, because I tried pulling it and pressing it and turning it and nothing came out, no lights went on/off, the radio didn't start playing, nor did the wall pop open.
I have stayed in 7 hotels abroad since September last year. And the only thing they all had in common was the Elsafe. Hehe.
We're going to the gas plant and a shipyard tomorrow. I have to be in the office before 6.30 because our transport leaves at that time and I want to get some work done before we leave. Ugh. (G-Max? Check. Scissors? Check. Fire!)
I miss the beach. And chill out music. I think I'll take Carmie's advice and head to Boracay after Christmas. :P At this point, I'm running on adrenaline - I didn't get enough sleep while I was away and I'm not going to get that sleep tonight or tomorrow night (dinner with Weiling in Makati!). The weekend should be a good chance to rest, what with mr_phekx2 being in London, and the hotgirls hohol-ing in Bohol, except I need to work.
Goodness.
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| Movies and Pictures |
[Sun | 30 Jul 2006 | 20.11] |
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Caught Nacho Libre in Eastwood last Saturday afternoon. Apparently, mr_phekx2 is the more mature one between the two of us, because I still find fart jokes uproariously funny. Hehe. That being said, go watch it! It's a load of brainless humor.
I also saw Pirates of the Caribbean last weekend and I enjoyed it immensely but sobrang bitin!!! Aaaagggh!!
Homer sent me his pictures from the Niah Caves! :) I emailed him back to tell him that I was supremely embarrassed to finally have the irrefutable evidence that I went hiking through the jungle in pearl earrings and a hot pink polo, with my bumblebee shades hanging from my shirt. ( Pictures! )
Next week looks to be a busy one at work as I have to PO the blinds and bolts that I ordered. Boooo. :P I'm so scared to make my first PO! And speaking of work, I've yet to finish the presentation due tomorrow. Stress.
I want to go shopping. Sigh.
Good deed for the day: called up a friend who was lonely in Singapore. Malapit naman palang umuwi eh. :)
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| Jungle Tripping (literally) |
[Sun | 16 Jul 2006 | 18.13] |
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I just spent 4 hours hiking through quite literally the jungles of Borneo, through a wooden walkway that looked like it was erected at about the same time that Magellan landed in Cebu, and felt like a a very creaky path of ice. Since I am the clumsiest person on the planet, I managed to slip a jillion times, thankfully not fracturing anything through the 10 km that we walked. I did manage to orient my Malaysian and Australian companions with all possible combinations of the Filipino swear words, liberally dashed with English ones of course. So this is how I basically sounded the whole time: Anak ng... (creaking of wood) HOLY F*CK! (crunching of leaves) Ay p*ta... (sound of Puma sneakers slipping on moss) Holy hell! (sound of Puma sneakers slipping on water/guano) P*nyeta! (sound of Puma sneakers skating down a cave walkway that leads to steps going further down said cave, which happens to be in complete darkness) SHET SHET SHET!!! (sound of Godzilla's baby cousin sliding down my arm)
All five of us came out from the Niah Caves covered in bat shit, and we were all a bit dry in the mouth, which is understable considering that we'd each managed to swallow a couple of flying insects... or ten. There was also a point when we weren't walking so much as skating through the wet walkway. There were amazing spots where the sun would shine through a hole in the rocks, a hundred feet up, and there were places where it was so dark you wouldn't have been able to see two inches in front of you without a flashlight. And of course, there were plenty of long-legged crawlies all around. All in all I wouldn't have been surprised if the Pleistocene Man and his whole family had shaken off eons-old soil from their bones and had all stood up to say hi somewhere on the path.
Another thing that made the trip completely remarkable was that I found it in me to temporarily suspend my mortal fear of contracting flesh-eating bacteria from less-then-sparkling surfaces. I normally don't even hold the hand rail in malls (I "hover") because who knows whose exotic skin disease is currently festering on the metal. However, not holding the rail today would have meant possibly cracking my spine, so despite the rails being covered in shimmering fungus (in the jungle) and bat shit (in the cave), I bit the bullet and actually wrapped my hand around it. I have no fear.
The experience was completely worth it, though. (Also bear in mind that I did the whole trek with only a leather hand bag.) Being inside the caves and looking up and around at billion-year-old plants and rocks left us speechless with awe (there is also something to be said for not opening your mouth when looking up because that increases the possibility of bat shit falling straight into your throat. I felt so small; we were literally inside a mountain and the scale of all the formations (not to mention the force it took to put them all there in the first place) was mind-boggling. It sounds so weird, but I was suddenly grateful I'd taken Geology in Natsci 2, else I wouldn't have been able to fully appreciate the grandness around me. Grabe, ang galing talaga ni God.
We grabbed some Mcdonald's on the way home - at 5 PM, and the last meal I'd had was breakfast at 8 AM. (I WENT HIKING THROUGH THE FORESTS OF BORNEO WITH ONLY MILO CEREAL IN MY STOMACH!) When I got back to the hotel, I took a looong shower - and shampooed my hair twice. I have a feeling I'm going to fall asleep pretty early tonight.
I had a good day today. :) But today's lesson learned is never believe a UP Mountaineer when he tells you something is "just around the corner." Hehe. Pictures (i.e. evidence that I'm not a sissy and that I did actually do everything I said I did) will be uploaded when I get home.
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| MOS Strikes Again |
[Mon | 26 Jun 2006 | 19.08] |
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I had my blood drawn again today for another blood test. (I refuse to believe the first test's result that I have high cholesterol.) I'm not exactly afraid of needles, but I don't jump for joy at the prospect of getting pricked, either. Mahina ang loob ko sa mga karayom. :P
Cesca, nosugarjstspice, charlenealice, roxstar_7, brenda_star and I did the fashionable thing last Saturday and went to Embassy. Unfortunately, none of us really "get" house music (I myself use it only as ambient noise when studying), and we failed miserably at the goal of getting picked up by cute guys. The night wasn't a complete write-off, though, for completely the wrong reasons:
1. Hoarding mineral water
2. Seeing Gots
3. Having April openly ignore the single guy that randomly talked to us that night (In fairness to her, his opening move/line was completely ridiculous and warranted that sort of reaction. Tao yan, hindi doorbell.)
At least the experience was proof that sometimes all you need are game friends to make a good time out of a miserable situation. :) And also that night out was memorable because it was the first time I'd gotten home past 3 on a non-Adhoc event. (I'm not a loser, it's just not practical for me to be out late because I start to get really sleepy by 1 AM. Excuses, excuses.)
Quotable Quotes:
"Pag tumawag siya, lakasan niyo yung radyo ha! Para kunwari nasa Embassy pa rin tayo!"
"Hello, eh hiphop yung nasa radyo eh! House kaya yung music sa Embassy!"
Saturday's semi-disaster (3000 pesos total for 3 vodka redbulls, 2 vodka sprites, 8 bottles of mineral water, 12 aching feet and 6 bruised egos) brought to mind the Singapore MOS experience, where, for 25 SGD or approximately 800 pesos, I had the pleasure of discovering that:
1. Half the men dancing weren't interested in the opposite sex
2. The other half had questionable personal hygiene habits
3. The tequila couldn't get me drunk
4. The World Cup supersedes all other kinds of entertainment in British colonial countries, such that it is considered completely normal to pay to enter a hip club so you can sit on a couch and watch football until 4 AM
And again, it was the company that rescued the night from sinking into the cigarette-smoky pits of swanky club disaster. Hehe.
Next time, absolutely no regrets allowed. The hotgirls are going for the gold!
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| Ask me if I care! |
[Wed | 21 Jun 2006 | 19.51] |
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The Surpero in Shell? Que horror! As retaliation against eighty_seven_11, I shall neglect my moral responsibility and allow her to swim/fly/hitchhike to the Geelong Refinery. I will also repeatedly remind her about the wonders of intranet, IM, and email. Hahaha. Joke lang, baka sabunutan mo ako. ;)
I was actually mildly busy today. Whoopee! The trip to Malaysia is coming up in less than three weeks - must pack everything I have unpacked (for the nth time this year), buy little shampoo sachets and figure out how to squeeze 7 days' worth of business clothes and 4 days' worth of casual clothes into one suitcase. On that note, I should also find a suitcase the size of a small sofa to hold everything.
I hope I can haggle a stopover in Singapore. The Lacoste shirts in Suntec are calling me.
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