If you had a dream about someone for 3 consecutive days now (I’m on the night shift) what does it mean?
Archive for July, 2008
- Mikee celebrated her 26th birthday last Saturday at an Italian restaurant somewhere in Quezon City. It was a surprise party organized by her fiance, Melvin. (I know! uber sweet, right?) I was an hour late for the event because I had some problems pickin’ out the right outfit for the occasion. Surprisingly, she was still surprised when I showed up. And I was the only person who doesn’t have any gift for the celebrator. Ang kapal ng mukha ko diba? It looked like I was only there for the free food and booze. hehe! Mikee, If you are reading this, I am truly sorry. I’ll make it up to you next year.
- The french class we were supposed to take last month was moved to October of this year. Honestly, we were too busy to even call Alliance Française de Manille to inquire about the courses they offer.
Mina- busy with her alleged relationship with someone.
Akee- busy browsing Jason Castro’s pictures. Gurl, you are soooooo 4 months ago!
Me- Too Busy piggin’ out
- Oh yeah, remember that gym membership I was talking about two entries ago? I found one at the back of our office. I’ll drop by one of these days to take a look at the place and to check if there’s any hot trainers. Haha!
Nope! It is not Amy Winehouse but Australian 16-year old singer and song writer, Gabriela Cilmi who sang that infectious deo theme song.
“Sweet About Me” is the first single from her debut album “Lessons To Be Learned” which is doing really well in both British and Aussie charts.
Have a sweet week y’all! Don’t forget to put something on those pits, hehe!
I just realized as my fat fingers are typing words into my circumspectly opened untitled notepad, (I have to be careful not to get caught since I am writing this inside the company premises. It is not prohibited but still, I have to be heedful nonetheless.) that I need to change my lifestyle if I wanted to lose an astounding amount of weight…again!
That means, no more nasty cigz, booze, No more “ma-mam” after a really long day of work. No more corn and potato chips binging during DVD marathons. I MUST cut down my carbs and MUST AVOID ICE CREAM from now on! (My head hurts just by thinking about it) I also have to manage my time and squeezed in the hours that I have to spend inside the gym.
Yes, for the first time, I am actually considering a gym membership. But I am not going to enroll in those really lucrative and whimsical work-out places that will make you lose all your money before you lose your target weight. I know, what a major rip-off.
We were in the mood to watch a tagalog flick last saturday. So right after work, instead of getting ourselves drunk, we opted for a more wholesome activity to do…that is to watch Ruffa Gutierrez and her fake conyotic accent irritate us to death.
There are only two reasons why you should consider wasting your P130 and a bucket of buttered pop corn on this movie; the presence of Miss Annabelle Rama and JC de Vera’s man boobs pecs.
For those tennis freaks who missed the finals of wimbledon last night. Ask for repentance from the tennis gods because you just missed the greatest final ever held in the Centre Court of The All England Club last Sunday night.
A new king was crowned later that night. Leaving his mark on that cup.
Few more tournament wins and he will be the world’s number one tennis player…yay!
Honestly, I fell asleep while I was watching the match last saturday night and when I woke up, Venus Williams trashed little swistah, Serena in straight sets and was already lifting that gold plate. This is her fifth wimby crown and I hope that this will be the last. Give chance to others atseng!
Marry each other for chrissake!
Roger and Rafa are once again, be at each other’s throats this coming Sunday.
Which side will I be on?
Well, during the first week of the preeminent tournament in tennis, I was hoping that Rafa would go all the way and beat Roger’s ass in the finals and rip his cardigan. But for some strange reason, I now would like to see “the fed” make it number six this year. Ewan ko ba kung baket? It’s probably the belt.
We should all give these two lovebirds a moniker.
Any suggestions?
B the W, there’s a homoerotic reason why i chose that image of rafa.
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