I Can't Believe....

Being Friendster chismositos and chismositas, my friends and I learned that Bernardo's sister is officially engaged (since January 8th). I reckon that she's barely 23 or 24 years old since I attended her debut when I was only in third year high. It is sort of weird to think that one's sibling is about to marry especially at such a tender age. It feels strange really that somehow you're going to be next in line. But who cares, we're giving roughly five more years before somebody in our group sends us one of those wedding invites. (A wager in fact of who will remain true to their current vocation of singlehood the longest)

After our discussion, we began voicing out loud how wedding receptions should be taken cared of. It must be treated like a business, as my grandfather had pointed out to me. The investment you put in your "pan-to" would need to garner a positive return if you choose your guests wisely. Marjorie elaborated the need for a pure Chinese groom since they stick more to the traditional ways as well as the fact that relatives hand more cash from their bank accounts. Engagement ceremonies would require many expensive dowries to be given to the girl, as well as the consideration of houses, lots and furnitures. Our suggestion: Since she's going to China next February, she might as well find herself a TDK or GI, whatever works best.

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Last Friday, Englicom hosted the culminating ceremony of its weeklong Chinese New Year celebration. The event was sponsored by major companies as Smart and 89.9, and boasted an interesting itinerary as an eating contest, a Chinese fashion show, several famous band performances and many others.

The only valid reason that pushed me and my high school peers to attend in the said occasion was the participation of our good friend as one of the models of the fashion show. The entrance fee robbed us of 50 pesos each, and, having no transportation home, my friends convinced me to call up Boy X since they believe it would be difficult for him to turn down my offer. I had use up all my charms to convince him to go all the way from Masangkay to our school just to take part in the said event. He just finished his OJT for the day and was tired by still, after much convincing, he was persuaded and thus the great jubilation of our group.

The culminating night was a success, in my opinion, although the students were just sitting on their plastic seats rather than dance away as the bands rocked on. One band, Join the Club, was part of the event. Marjorie and Christel were ecstatic, unfortunately, I was quite naive of the existence of the mentioned band. Nevertheless, I escorted them to the platform where the band was performing - "He's so cute" they would point at the bassist, and I reply "He looks just like Hero Angeles". After looking at him and taking his pictures though, I sort of got their point, and found him cute as well. My photographer friends, Hazel and her peer, dared me to go onstage and I did. Now, I have a picture with him!

To further my experience, I asked for his autograph once he went off the stage and even kissed him on the cheek (beso-beso) which flared up the girls crowding him. The reason? It was not necessarily because I liked him, but the fact that some of the girls were too reserved to do what I did and I flatter myself into thinking that only few people are as willing "sluts" as I am.

----- JM, Ben Ching's friend who I have this total crush on, was there. He was volunteered as one of the contestants dared to find a girl to kiss him. My friends begun hollering and pointing at me. To their dismay, another girl from Englicom, after much hesitation, gave him a kiss on the cheek - with Marjorie saying out loud, "Si Katrina bibigyan ka sa lips!" Blagh!

----- There was this trying hard guy who went in front to win a CD from the 89.9 DJs. His dare was to do an interpretation of any 1980s song. He began rapping in front, while Marjorie screamed out "Ano yan, poetry contest?" When the guy finished his senseless jabbering, he called out to the audience, "Raps don't always have to be all about sex and violence and shit! Fuck Nelly, Fuck P. Diddy.. Fuck…." Marjorie and I looked at each other with a big T on our foreheads – Trying Hard! And then, this guy comes to us and makes a high-five with a guy who was standing right next to Marjorie. Damn! OMG!

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Yesterday, I had the chance to unwind and go about with kitchen experimentation. For breakfast, I made garlic-curry fried rice. Just simple garlic rice, with bacon strips, green peas and curry powder! For dinner, I copied one of the appetizers I tasted in one of the restaurants in Malate (previously known as Endangered Species - grandmother loves and craves for the lampchops there, that one time she even picked me up from school just to have dinner there) Simply mix Balsamic vinegar and olive oil. Add some herbs as oregano and tarragon, then dip freshly baked bread into the mixture.

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While celebrating grandmother's 70th birthday, dad came in with Red Ribbon's Ube Macapuno cake (which is her favorite). While dad was trying to light up the candles though, the spark flew directly into my left eye. I wasn't really hurt, but I wanted to freak out the people at home for treating me nastily the past few minutes so I screamed bloody hell. Revenge is sweet. :D