Archive for 2009
WARNING: LONG AND FULL OF WTF’S. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
If you have seen 2009, please let it know that I’ve been kinda looking for it ‘coz I swear I do not know where the hell it went.
This year passed by so fast, it was like a joke. So many things happened so quickly that I feel like everything’s but a blur, except they’re not because they’re all very vivid in my head (and on those damned photos on Facebook). I know the past couple of years had passed by like Flash Elorde, too, but I’m telling you, this one just takes home the award. Must be because I immersed myself in work too much that it somehow defined my days. But that’s not entirely true. Because MY 2009 can be summed up in five words: TRAVEL, KPOP, NO-RICE DIET (kay, that’s technically three words but whatever), FANS and of course, FLIPPISH.
I may not look like your typical travel junkie but I love traveling as much as those khaki-shorts-wearing, sunblock-smothering backpackers, except I don’t have as much money or time (asking for leave of absences is a skill to be mastered, I tell yah!). This year though, I think I’ve gone to more places in a span of 365 days than I ever have before. In January, I ate the best lechon in the whole wide world in Cebu, in April, I tried my luck in surfing at La Union and of course, I partied in Bora for the first time last May. I gave a talk at Davao in May (I love the place so much, I’m going there early next year, hopefully) and my friends, Ria Jose, Blogie and Anya showed me around. I tried the famous Lachi’s Sans Rival, too! Last August, I spent about two weeks or so in Macau for stressful work but it’s orayt because in September, I pwned Bangkok with P0yt, Fritz, Coy and Rick! Huyeh! But wait, there’s more! Just this November, the Gerry’s Gang disturbed peace in Bohol (what, I don’t have a blog entry for that?!) and I went back to Cebu for yet another talk where I flew in and out on the same day. I made sure I ate CNT Lechon, of course.
Bantayan Island, Cebu, January 2009
Two nights ago, I donated blood for the first time. To be more specific and technical, I actually donated platelets (which I’ve been mistakenly calling placenta gaddemet). Now, I’m not very fond of science and I actually don’t know what platelets do exactly but at 4pm, I was asked what my blood type was and then next thing I know, I was at Cardinal Santos getting tested for AIDS. And other weird-ass diseases.
So here’s what happened. Someone who’s very dear to a good friend of mine was in the hospital and needed blood ASAP. He was informed that five O+ donors were needed so we gathered three to four other people and went straight to the hospital’s blood bank. Yassee, hospitals bore and depress the living hell out of me. Must be the smell of antiseptic, the dull paint on the walls or the nurses with unflattering clothes but my, oh my, that blood-donating experience was quite an adventure (and srsly full of LOLS).
Squeeeeze! Sqeeze hard on that ball, Kring! Draw that effing blood out!
Kei. That didn’t sound so… right.
As you all probably know, committing social suicide on a regular basis is a hobby of mine. I dunno, I just enjoy being all crack and shat. I like to turn off boys yassee, hence, 2nd dates are unheard of. ANYWEEEIIIZZZZ…
A couple of weeks ago, I was dared to join a flashmob and I didn’t even know the steps. True story. I LOL’d at my own self when I watched the footage because it was made of so much fail, it wins! Harhar!!! Also, I looked “big” in that shirt. Don’t want. I told my momma I’m gonna lose more weight but she reacted violently and said Karen Carpenter died of that. What.
I digress again, apologies… Here’s the video for yah! ^_^