Happily ever afters are not always true, if stories end as lives are bound to, then how do you say goodbye to someone you promised forever to? In this case, it's something. After three years of blogging on this account, I have decided to move on to a new account. Sudden as it may seem, but it’s time to say goodbye and3ng and say hello dr3amboat.

 

Three years and over 500 plus entries on this website, how could I leave everything behind? It truly is difficult to bid adieu to something I have fostered for over the years. While I will still keep this open and with all the content intact, my main site would now be http://dr3amboat.multiply.com/. I personally believe that I have written some of the best blog entries on this one, but then again, it’s time to move forward and leave them all in the past. It’s hard I know, but there is a bright future looking in on me. To those who have been regulars of this website, I thank you all for taking time to view whatever it is I offer you. For the hundreds of comments collected, thank you all for expressing your views, opinions and simply just for making my day. Your every visit to this site doesn't go unnoticed.

 

So now, I give you, a new website—from living My Life in Technicolor, to emerging In Full Bloom comes a Rainbow. Yes, I’M A RAINBOW, TOO! See you all there.

Hahahaha. This isn’t my official blog entry to start my newly renovated website, but heck, it’s coming up soon (definitely watch out for it), so, I don’t mind writing an entry as a precursor to a ‘new’ life in technicolor. As the title says it, this is a photo taken by my good friend Billy. I wonder if he has dreams of becoming a photographer one day, because I remember him taking a few photos of me while we were up in Mammoth. And then when we hung at Mart’s after the trip, he offered to take a photo of me while playing with bubbles. Then I suggested that he take a photo of me with the bubbles in front of me, fun times. I wish I could post that photo he took, but errr, I don’t look flattering on that one. Hahahaha. I’m not Andi on that photo, I don’t know who that person is in that ugly photo. But, I kept it nonetheless, as a remembrance of that one funny memory with Billy. Anyhow, I’m posting this photo because I think this is quite a good photo he took of me. This was taken on the eve of Valentine’s Day, when him, Kel, Mart and I decided to have dinner together. Kel and Billy picked me up and then we drove to Santa Monica. We were supposed to have seafood on that restaurant by the pier (which you can see right behind me), but we had to wait for Mart to get off from school, and so we settled for driving from the Westside to the South Bay to have Mart join the three of us. We opted to have ramen at Shinsen Gumi in Gardena since it was a cold night. We stayed there, talked about cars (errr, Mart and Kel talked about cars, I know nothing about cars), my life as a drama queen (and I mean my life that I devoted to theater), Billy did share some of his quirks and jokes that we ended up leaving the place around 12:00 AM. Just in time for Valentine’s Day. Hahahaha. It was fun. And Billy took a good photo of me, I wish he took my whole body including my shoes. LOL. But this is good enough. Click on it for a full view.

I didn't have any intentions of posting a blog entry until I am all systems go in giving my website a much needed lift, which by the way is happening soon—allow me to mention it in passing, there's going to be newer photos, a newer and fresher background plus a really cool banner, all materializing in time for spring—so better watch out for that. I truly wanted to get back with an official blog entry to start 2008 off, in time for a new look and feel of my website plus new photographs shot by a pro, but then, this one issue is something I couldn’t just seem to overlook. It’s going to be short and sweet, anyway. Read on.

To all my contacts, I apologize if I ‘accidentally flooded’ your navigation pages for the past two-three days with all my website content. I’m sorry as I had to go through such tedious process of privatizing everything I had on my website—all for my safety. I have been a victim of a smear campaign geared to ridicule me. The sad truth is that some people have just got nothing better to do with their lives that they go the extra mile to generate entertainment at the expense of others. And I count myself among that ‘others’.

Some stupid crackheads ripped off some of my photos and used it against me, how pathetic I know, right?  I don’t wish to elaborate anything about the incident anymore for the simple reason that it’s not worth talking about. There are a lot of online thugs who lie in wait in front of the computer and creep around cyberspace. An idle mind truly is the devil’s workshop, and these low lives must be bored to wits. I must be some kind of a famous guy for these good for nothing people to get out of their way and build a website to mock me. Funny.

It’s sad that I am no longer able to share everything I could through my blog for everyone to view anymore. What about the friends I have who regularly read my blog and view my photo albums that don’t have Multiply accounts? Sigh. The only way for you guys to view exclusive content on my website is to sign up for an account and add me up as a personal contact. As I have said on my note in my homepage, sorry but that’s the way it is.

Going forward, only friends and family would be the ones granted unlimited access to my website. I would only accept friend requests from people I truly know (like it should always be). True enough, prevention is better than cure.

‘Til I dropped. For several reasons, I only shop during the autumn and winter seasons. I love fall clothes, I love layering, I love the fact that I have to wear all those cozy cold weather essentials such as thermal henleys, leggings (to wear under my jeans), cashmere sweaters, turtlenecks, pro-fleece hoodies, anoraks, down jackets, wool coats, and of course, my Ugg boots. Aaah. I love autumn and winter for the fact that I can layer and dress up and make myself pretty all the time.

 

Since I haven’t shopped for the longest time, I was able to pool some money to update my autumn and winter clothes. I got the crazy stripe mock neck sweater from GapKids, a few more thermal henleys (which I love wearing during the cold weather), some thermal leggings, a pair of grey skinny jeans, some  checked Bermuda pants, a brown pro-fleece pullover (finally!), a black cashmere hoodie, new scarves, and a new pair of Uggs (this time in black). I pondered on getting the warmest coat from the Gap, but I thought what would I need the warmest coat for in California? With its wishy-washy weather, one day it’s hot, the next it’s cold. But for now, I think I am done with my autumn and winter shopping, the items I bought of which I believe can be worn until spring. And for summer, I am so dressed down during the summer, with colorful pique polos, jeans and Chucks—almost like a uniform, huh? Not fun. Makes me look so plain and boring. That’s why I thank the fact that I live in a place where there’s four seasons. Looking back, I think I can no longer live in Manila because I won’t be able to layer. Hahahaha. Anyway, above (click on the image for a full-sized view) are just some of the items I bought when I went shopping at the Gap, Mango, Old Navy, American Eagle and Nordstrom during my last shopping trip at the Third Street Promenade.

I’ve never been starstruck in my entire life. Until I met Lea Salonga yesterday. I thought I was going to die right then and there ohmilord. Having her presence in front of my very face, I was about to have a heart attack. She was very accomodating and down to earth—no star complexion at all—which kind of makes me a bigger fan of hers now (that I have finally met her).

 

So it was like this, Monday, at about 1pm, I was ringing at work (for those who don’t know retail jargon, ringing is when you ‘ring’ or scan a customer’s merchandise for purchase on the checkout counter). I was Bonnie’s back-up ringer, and for some reason, this Asian lady would not want to stand by the barricade, where the line was supposed to form. She insisted on standing behind the customer I was ringing. I said to myself it’s OK since there was no one else in line, besides, I was almost done with the customer before her. So I finally had the Asian woman on the counter, right in front of me. And I went like, “Hi, did you find everything OK today?” I looked up to her, and thought to myself, “Lea Salonga?” Since my job entails customer relations, a small conversation transpired.  In as much as I want to remain faithful to the words and relay to you the conversation in verbatim, I do not have photographic memory to recall everything (plus with the many personal issues I was going through today). But yeah,  the conversation  somehow went like this:

 

Me: Do you need a gift receipt for any of these items?
Her: Uhm, no. These are all for my daughter. My daughter doesn’t have winter clothes.

 

I looked up to her again, and tried to tell if the lady I was ringing up was indeed Lea Salonga.

 

Me: Oh yeah, it’s starting to get colder the past days. How old is she?

Her: She’s two years old.

Me: Precious. Uhm, do you want to grab some socks, the ones behind me are five pairs for $10. They’re three dollars a pair, but if you get five or more, a pair comes up for two dollars.

Her: Sure.

 

So she asked me to pick out socks in the colors and size that she wanted. After getting done with grabbing her socks, I was totally convinced it was Lea Salonga.

 

Her: Where are you from?

Me: Uhm did you mean what is my nationality? I’m Filipino, I’m from the Philippines.

 

She was having a hard time trying to figure out what Asian am I, I bet. It’s funny because I thought she could be a random Vietnamese woman (like having played Kim in Miss Saigon has passed on in reality to her).

 

Her: Wow, me too!

Me: Uhm, are you Lea Salonga?

Her: Yes.

 

She humbly said yes. And my heart just kept pounding, I thought I was going to have a heart attack! I swear to God. My heart kept racing fast.

 

Me: Ohmigod Lea… I’ve never been starstruck in my entire life until now… My name is Andi.

 

And then I extended my hand, she gladly took it and we shook hands.

 

Her: Oh no, don’t be, don’t be starstruck, I’m just like anyone else.

Me: Awww, I wish I was on break, I’d totally pose for a photograph with you.

Her: Yeah, a lady just stopped me over earlier to have a photo taken with me.

Me: I swear, I wish I was on break. But anyhow, how did your show go? Les Miserables?

 

We asked each other a few more questions, she asked when did I come to the US, and then we talked a little bit more. We talked about whether she’s spending Christmas here in LA, and when was the last time she was home. I told her that doctor to many Filipino celebrities Vicky Belo and the very controversial Miss World 2005 semi-finalist Carlene Aguilar also shopped at our store a few months back. But I was never starstruck by either Vicky or Carlene, although Carlene was really very pretty (and I envy her for being the mother of Dennis Trillo’s very cute son! Hahahaha). So I got done ringing her up, and when she was about to pay, she handed me her AmEx card, I took it from her, and read her name. And then I told her, “Oh I don’t need your ID anymore for I know you.” And she laughed.

 

Lea said she’ll be spending Christmas in Hawaii but will be in LA for the most part. The moment was just surreal. I handed out coupons for her to use in time for the holidays, and she said she plans to come back to our store (which by the way is the biggest babyGap store in the entire Los Angeles county). I wish she keeps her word, by then, I would be ready, I would grab my digital camera from my locker, or if not, I’d at least have her write me a message on a piece of paper (although I think this is passe, with the presence of digital cameras and camera phones, why would you want a piece of paper with her autograph?). I did have her signature captured on my register though, other than that, I don’t have her autograph. What was I thinking, I should have just settled to have her sign and write me a note on a GapCard application form, or a piece of register tape. Sheesh. I was that struck by her presence, to the point wherein I didn’t know what to do or say. Na-aligaga ang lolamez mo, hindi nakapag-isip ng tuwid dahil sa presensya ni Lea Salonga. Come on, it is Lea Salonga after all. Even my associate manager Laurie (who is American) knows her from her appearances on Broadway, and is completely amazed by her, having seen Lea’s performances on stage.

 

I am still starstruck up to now, can you tell? I am so starstruck to the point that I kept talking about my experience to almost everyone—my mom, my friends from here and overseas—everyone I have the chance to speak with. I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes, I’ll grab my digital camera or camera phone from my locker and take a photo with her, even on the job. Kesehodang nasa worksung galore. Echoz. Kundi man uubra, sige na nga, I’ll settle with her autograph. Carry na ‘yun. Whew. I could go on being starstruck for days. Weeks, months even. I wish I told her about how I love her songs, and which songs of hers do I have on my iPod, or that there is a possibility of us being related since my grandfather’s mother is Salonga as well. Sigh. I wish I had more time to talk to her. Well, I’ll see her sometime in the future again. I can’t wait until then.

***To my cousin Patty, I can't for us to hang out here in LA! It's party time! Hahahaha.*** Way back 2003, I was extremely saddened by the idea of coming to the US for good. I was not mentally and emotionally prepared. I had a boyfriend (whom I thought was a ‘loving’ one back then), I was at the height of my reign in college, and my social life was just up there. But none of these really were what I could have called “the ties that bind”. For one, a boyfriend could be replaced (look, right now I am surviving without that ex-boyfriend of mine in my life), and college, of course, I am bound to get done with college anyway, it’s just that back then I wasn’t ready to give up on what I used to have (the power, the popularity, the prestige and what not). As for my social life, I wouldn’t have a problem with that right? I can make friends wherever in the world I may be, remember, make new friends but keep the old. I still my bestfriends Ianne, Apple and Echie.

 

But for the most part, my cousins were the ones whom I didn’t want to leave behind. I remember mentioning in an old blog entry back in 2005 how extremely close I am with my cousins to the point that I did not want to come to the US and not spend even a portion of my life with them close to me. Among us, I was the first one who got here (excluding my brothers, for they really didn’t grow up close to our other cousins like I did), and the thought of being away from them just hurt me. I clearly remember how my cousins and I cried so bad that day I was all set to permanently leave Manila for Los Angeles. I was finally done with college and had to move to LA for good. It was a rainy Wednesday, June 8, 2005, and my grandparents, my cousins, my then boyfriend and my bestfriend Echie all dropped me off at the airport. And as seconds ticked, we found ourselves crying out loud, I could not even stand the thought of seeing them on that glass pane as I passed by the gate. I didn’t want to look at them for I’d end up crying as well. And then moments after, my cousin Micah called me up on my celfone, and we couldn’t even understand each other for she was crying, I was too! She passed the phone to Patty, and all I heard were whimpers, hers and of the people from the background. Aaaah. Now that I am looking back, I couldn’t help but laugh.

 

So 2005 flew me fast, I survived living far away from my dear cousins, the only thing that kept us close was Yahoo Messenger, we could go on for hours chatting. 2006 came, and before I knew it, Micah was already set to come to LA as well. I was ecstatic upon the news. Days turned into weeks and then months, and I found myself waiting for Micah and my grandfather at the arrival lobby of LAX in September. And the reunion was just momentous. The first time I saw Micah, I realized how she grew taller since the last time I saw her, she has also gotten darker, probably because of too much swimming.

 

Now 2007 is nearing its end, Micah has been here in the US for a year now, and guess what? Patty is flying to here soon. So it’s like, 2005 it was me who got here, 2006 it was Micah, and 2007 it’s Patty’s turn. Wow, I couldn’t be any happier, it’s like a reunion of the Power of Three, which by the way, is what we refer to ourselves back in the days! Hahahaha. Of course, I’d still miss Camille (the Prue to my Piper, Patty’s Phoebe and Micah’s Paige), because growing up, it was Camille I shared secrets and stories and all that with. But, I’m guessing it’ll take a few more years before Camille gets here. For now, I couldn’t ask for anything more now that Micah’s here, and soon after, Patty’s going to be here. Wow, I better start to learn how to drive and pick these two Missies up for each time we’re bored. Or… how about getting a boyfriend that would take all three of us out?! We’ll work our magic, and cast some spell on someone to make him mingle with the Power of Three. Hahahaha.

Dati may Voltron ako na robot, na gustung-gustong nilalaro ng pinsan kong si Justin to the point na gusto na niya itong iuwi sa kanila. Ayaw ng mommy niya dahil 'di daw sa kanya 'yun. Ayun, nagwala sa gitna ng kalye ang pinsan ko. Hinayaan ko na lang na sa kanya na muna ang Voltron robot ko, pinsan ko naman siya. Sharing is caring, ika nga. Simula nu'n e parati na kami naghihiraman ng mga laruan, at OK lang sa'kin na laruin niya ang mga Voltron, Bioman at GI Joe ko, basta ba sa tuwing naglalaro kami e akin 'yung babaeng laruan dahil noon, sa tuwing babaeng action figure ang laro-laro ko, pakiramdam ko e Barbie doll na din ang nilalaro ko. Hahahaha.

 

Ang pinsan kong si Camille, pinamanahan ng tita namin ng isang rekwang Barbie dolls. Pero dahil sa hindi ako 'out' sa family nu'ng edad kong 'yun, e hindi ko mahiram sa kanya ang mga Barbie doll. Ang siste, wala palang hilig si Camille sa Barbie dolls kung kaya't minasaker lang niya ang mga ito, sinabunut-sabunutan at binali-bali ang mga braso at binti. Sayang. Sana sa akin na lang pinamana ang mga ito, naalagaan ko pa sana.

 

Nu’ng bata ako may kapitbahay kami na laging nanghihiram ng mga GI Joe na action figure ko, hindi na niya binalik. Oportunista siya, at nanamantala, dahilan sa bata ako at wala akong kalaban-laban. Siguro kinarma na din siya.

 

May kaklase ako na nainggit sa’kin dahil sa relos ko. Pahiram daw ng relos ko. Dahil sa mabait ako, and I am not the best person to say no, pinagbigyan ko, at pinahiram ko ang relos ko., hanggang sa ayaw na niyang isauli. Isang araw, sinugod siya ng tita ko, at nasindak ang gaga, sinauli on the spot ang relos ko.

 

Sa library nu’ng nasa St. Mary’s College pa ako, mga mahadera ang librarians. Gusto kong manghiram ng isang Sweet Valley Kids na book, sinulat ko na ang pamagat ng aklat sa aking borrower’s card para issurender ito sa librarian. Sabi ng bruhang librarian na mali daw ang title na sinulat ko. At pinahiya pa ako. Ang nangyari, nakipagtalo ako at initsa sa kanya ang libro at sabay sabing, “O ayan, namnamin mo. Hindi ko kailangan ‘yang libro mo! Bibili na lang ako, kuwarenta pesos lang naman ‘to ‘no!”

 

Minsan akong naloka sa mga colored Zebra gel pens imported from Japan. Lahat ng color mayro’n ako. May set pa ako nu’n. At dahil sa gusto ko maging iba (dahil astig maging iba) e ‘yun ang ginamit ko sa pagkopya ng notes at pagsagot ng test papers. Pero, may isang intrimederang teacher na ayaw akong pag-examin na gamit ang colored gel pen ko kesyo masakit daw sa mata niya. Yeah, whatever. Kaya ang ending, napilitan akong manghiram ng black ballpen sa gitna ng exam.

 

Dati’y nanghihiram lang ako ng radyo sa tuwing bored ako at gusto ko makinig ng music sa Magic 89.9 or sa RX 93.1. Ngayon, hindi ko na kailangan ng radyo dahil lahat ay digital na. And yes, may iPod ako. Hahahaha.

 

Nu'ng high school kung kailan ako'y hayok sa telepono, madalas tinatanggal ang unit ng telepono namin mula sa saksakan sa pader para hindi ako makapagtelebabad. Ang ginagawa ko e nanghihiram ako ng extra na telepono sa mga kaklase para maisaksak tuwing gabi at para maipagpatuloy namin ang ligaya sa pagbabad sa telepono! Ngayon, ni hindi mo ako makikita na gamit-gamit ang telepono, kaya may 7,000 rollover minutes ako sa celfone plan ko.

 

Ganu’n din sa TV. Kung noon na nakatira pa ako sa Quezon City sa mga lolo at lola ko e ang sila lang ang may sariling TV sa kuwarto nila at nakikishare lang ako sa common TV sa sala, ngayon, hindi ko na kailangan makishare o manghiram dahil may sarili na din akong flatscreen (hindi nga lang flat panel) na TV. At dahil sa sobrang pagkabusy ko ngayon, ni hindi ko na nga ito masyadong nagagamit at mukhang bagong-bago pa.

 

Nakikigamit lang ako dati ng computer ng may computer kung kaya’t ‘yung mga naisulat kong short stories at teleplays at screenplays noon e hindi ko naisave kasi panay kailangan itong idelete dahil hindi naman nga sa’kin ang computer. A year after I started working here in LA, nakabili na ako ng sarili kong laptop. Maituturing ko na bestfriend ang laptop ko dahil sa tuwing bored ako ay nagsusulat ako, nakikinig ng music, nagbloblog, at nakikipagchat sa mga miss ko nang kaibigan.

 

Nu’ng president ako ng FEU Theater Guild nanghihiram lang kami ng bakanteng classroom para makapagrehearse. Palipat-lipat kami, everyday, minsan every week e nagpapalit kami ng rehearsal venue. Naranasan din namin ang pumuslit sa university studio para lang makapagrehearse. Ngayon, hindi na kailangan manghiram o pumuslit dahil mayro’n na daw silang ‘Home of the FEU TG’ na matatawag. Mahusay ang sumunod na president na nag-asikaso nito, ganu’n din ang supportive na adviser nila ngayon. Nu’ng time ko e mas ninanais pa ng adviser namin ang manuod ng Mulawin kaysa ang bantayan kami sa rehearsals.

 

Nu’ng nagdirek ako ng short film nu’ng college, lahat ng costume na pinasuot ko sa talents ko ay puros hiram. Ganu’n ako karesourceful.

 

Wala akong kahiraman ng damit dati. Ganu’n din ang nanay ko. Pero ngayon, since magkasize kami (well, halos lang dahil ako’y size 0 at siya naman ay size 2), nanghihiram siya sa akin ng iba kong mga fashion tops. Paborito niya ‘yung mga Mango ko na fashion top na sinusuot kong panglayer over thermal shirts tuwing winter.

 

Nu’ng huli kong bisita sa Japan nu’ng March e wala ako masyadong baon na winter clothes dahil akala ko e mainit na sa Japan. Mabuti na lang at may bestfriend ako na nandu’n, si Apple, na pinahiram ako ng mga pangginaw. Mukha akong payat kaysa sa kanya, pero sa true lang e masikip ang mga outerwear niya para sa akin.

 

Nu’ng nagbakasyon din ako sa Pilipinas matapos bisitahin ang Japan, namili kami ng mga pinsan ko ng sangkaterbang dramas ng mga kalahi ko. Ang daming Korean dramas, pero hindi namin mapanuod dahil ayaw gumana sa DVD player ng pinsan kong si Patty. Ang siste, hiniram muna namin ang DVD player ng isa pa naming pinsan na si Erik, para lang ma-enjoy namin ni Camille ang mga Korean drama na binili namin.

 

Last year nakilala ko si Alex, isang dashing Korean professional na from the start ay type pala ako. Nagkakausap kami madalas at nagkikita. After ilang weeks na lumalabas kami, inamin niya sa akin na may asawa siya at ay isang anak. Parang gumuho ang pangarap ko na ibigin siya (dahil bukod sa cute siya, e matalino at mayaman pa). Sa ilang weeks na nagkakausap at nagdedate kami, e nanghihiram lang pala kami ng mga sandali. Sad.

 

First time ko magkaro’n ng friend na namatay nu'ng 2005. Nagpakamatay, actually. Nang dahil du’n, naisip ko na talagang unexpected minsan ang mga pangyayari. Sa sobrang lungkot at pagod ng friend ko ginusto na lang niya na isauli ang buhay niya sa Maykapal. Darating tayo sa punto na babawiin na ito mula sa atin. Sa kaso ng friend ko isinauli na lamang niya ito ng kusa. This goes to show na ang buhay natin ay hiram.

THE DEAL: List 20 thoughts you want to say to 20 people but know you never will. Don’t say who they are.

 

01.      Sana ay ikaw na nga.

02.    Of all the words of tongue and pen, these are the saddest, “It could have been.”

03.     Type mo ba ako? Kasi type kita.

04.     I had to lose you, to find myself again.

05.     I had high hopes for him.

06.    Didn’t you almost have it all?

07.     How can I not love you?

08.     You know I will never get far.

09.     Ang dapat sa’yo ay sinusunog sa plaza!

10.      Reyna ka ng kashulastikan!

11.       Matakot ka sa karma.

12.      Alam mo, sayang e… ang ganda ng pinagsamahan natin pero sinira mo.

13.      Salamat na lang din dahil narealize ko na may mas higit pa kaysa sa’yo.

14.      Ignorance is bliss.

15.      Sana e nagawa mo akong ipagtanggol sa kanila. Pero… OK lang.

16.      Pinulot ka lang sa lupa! Hahahaha!

17.       You don’t have a brain… boba!

18.       Alisin mo na sa katawan mo ang inggit at pang-iintriga!

19.      Try mo maging happy para sa ibang tao. Try mo lang.

20.    You’re nothing but a second rate, trying hard copycat!

I have been feeling crappy this whole week. My week started with a wonderful afternoon spent at the beach on Sunday with Earth, Phil, Liam, Sen and Tom. After about an hour of riding bikes (we rode tandems, Tom and Sen together, Phil and Liam together, and Earth and I together), we drove from Santa Monica to Alhambra for JJ Café. It was time well-spent with some good friends. And no matter what the activity is, for as long as we all are together is the most beautiful part. Earth dropped me off at around 10:30pm at home, after having a little engaging talk we finally hugged each other see you later. I went to bed an hour later knowing I need to wake up extra early for holiday flow (meaning, we were to get holiday clothing shipment for our store) on Monday. I was in bed, but I swear I didn’t get to sleep until about 2:00am. How sad. And I had to wake up at 4:00am. Imagine that, two hours of sleep! I had to force myself out of bed, I didn’t want to be late for the flow, and I didn’t want to lose my hours for losing my hours would mean losing money that I would be earning.

 

So I survived the full shift I worked on Monday, I went home feeling exhausted, but still managed to stay up a little late as always. I woke up the next day with a very painful sore throat. Uh-oh, could this mean I’m at the onset of the flu? I started taking Tylenol, doing water therapy and taking as much orange juice as I can, hoping it’d forestall the flu to get to me. Wednesday, I came to work still feeling a bit crappy, I was sluggish for the most part, and all I wanted was for my seven-hour shift to end right away. I had din-din with Bonnie, and then as I got home, I took as much rest as possible, but I wasn’t so keen about taking Tylenol, believing orange juice and water therapy would be enough.

 

So on Thursday, I woke up chilling, I felt like there was heat trapped inside my body, I wanted to call out from work, but I can’t afford to lose eight hours. I dragged myself out of bed, and still went to work. And that was it, the whole time, I was chilling, and my throat hurt so bad I didn’t even want to talk. Bonnie kept telling me I was overplaying it, but I really was terrible that day. I got home and good riddance, there was no food at home! The nilagang baka my mom cooked, ALL GONE. And my mom went out to go dancing. Sigh. I wanted to cry, because I was starving like crazy, and I was sick, I totally felt like I was going to die. I was even too weak to walk to Taco Bell or McDonald’s to grab something to bite. I was too enervated to even move a muscle. And then when I got online, Tom asked me about how my day went by. And being very open to him, I told him I wasn’t doing well, and that there was nothing for me to eat at home and I was in poor condition to be walking down the block to get something to bite. My stomach was crumbling, and then like what a friend would normally do, he asked me if I wanted him to get me something. I said no, and that I will be fine. I told him I would find something to bite from around here. But he insisted, he told me not to be stubborn. Before I knew it, he was already asking Phil to come see me and bring to me some miso soup that he’s got.

 

I didn’t really want to bother anyone at that moment, but, who am I to refuse such act of kindness? Especially at a time I was in need. Phil then drove from El Monte to Los Angeles to deliver to me the miso soup that Tom wanted me to consume since I told him it turned out I have tonsillitis (not the flu) and it was best if I had something warm to soothe my tonsils. I was truly touched with Tom and Phil’s joint efforts. I keep telling them that I do not know how to repay them for such benevolence and compassion they show for a friend. Hiyang-hiya talaga ako, gusto ko mang tumanggi, e gutom din talaga ako ‘no. Ayoko naman na lumabas na parang oportunista ako, pero sabi nga ‘di ba, friends are angels that God sends you.

 

Wow, the last time I had tonsillitis was when I was 11 years old, I haven’t had it since. Friday, I woke up feeling much better, I got ample rest and I was able to sweat the night through, releasing all the heat that has been trapped inside my body. I was thinking of resting and taking the day off, but I just couldn’t afford to do that. I was feeling way much better the whole Friday, I survived a seven-hour shift, but still, I was longing for some ramen, I wanted to go to either Daikokuya (in Little Tokyo) or Ajisen Ramen in San Gabriel so bad. I was wanting warm ramen broth soothing my throat, but guess where I ended up at? I ended up having sushi with Jonathan. Oh well.

 

I couldn’t thank Tom and Phil enough, thank you for coming to my aid. A friend in need is a friend indeed.

I do not know how to creatively start a blog entry anymore. Gee whiz. I was thinking to open this entry with a quote from Shakespeare’s play of the same title, but didn’t I already open my previous post with quoting Anne Curtis’ well-loved character in Maging Sino Ka Man (Whoever You May Be)? I don’t want to be repetitive. Repetitive is synonymous to boring. And I don’t want to bore any of my readers. The challenge for me is to always come up with something fresh, something new, something out of the box for each new entry that I post on my blog. And so... Hmmm... what else can I say...

 

Oh well, if that was creative enough to start this blog entry. So anyway, in my more recent blog entries, I have provided enough update as to where I’m at right now, but I have been having this germ of an idea cultivating in my mind for the longest time. I have touched base on restoring relationships, and in view of that, I wish to thank the friends I have found, and then thought I lost, but found once again.

 

Like what I said, I thought I was all set to “get the boot” from these people after a not so pretty incident that got out of hand, but it turned out that the time I spent away from them just made me miss and appreciate them all the more. For someone like me who thinks too much, I only thought of the most horrible that could come out of the situation back then. I was totally primed to get “kicked out” by the people I have learned to consider my friends. If it was my fate to get ejected from the group, I would be left with no option but to accept it. And move on from there. You see, I hoped for the best but I expected the worst. Guess what I ended up with? The best. Only the best.

 

And like a prodigal brother (more like sister here), and after being “shelterless” I had finally come home to where I truly belong. To Tom, Sen and Phil, thank you for the wonderful gift of friendship. For all I know you might be reading this, and so I want to own up my gratitude towards you, whom I consider a bunch of special people that have made my life a little more colorful (I know, my life already is colorful, and I don’t mind adding more colors into it!). Three months of being apart from all of you have taught me valuable life lessons such as independence and drawing strength from within me. And like what Tom would always tell me, “share your joy and it is doubled, share your sorrow and it is halved”, and I am intent on sharing my joys and my sorrows with these friends knowing they got my back.

 

I may be apart from Echie, Ianne and Apple but Tom, Sen and Phil are as good as them. As Shakespeare had put it, it’s “All’s Well That Ends Well” for us. And here’s to looking forward to spending the holidays (and the many more to come) with this trio, plus that one special person who’s ‘got me’. Mammoth, here we come.

“Our search for love is our search for meaning in our lives. We could go on searching for it. All of us try... forever. We may either succeed or we may fail. Should we choose to look for love, there really is no more important person that should show us love, but ourselves.” –Celine Magsaysay

 

Time and again I have professed how tired I am of fleeting and meaningless relationships already, for now all I really want is a long and lasting love (not too many people find it, kanta pala ito! Hahahaha!)… the kind that you would cultivate and nurture with someone you deem as special. If I were to only have it my way, I am willing to settle down already. I am all set to find that one special person who can brighten up this nearly dimming life of mine, but sad enough, I have been having very tough luck in doing so. Just when can I ever sing ‘You Are the One’ to my heart’s content? When can I share ‘Beautiful Days’ with a beautiful soul already? I wish to already meet that person to keep for the long haul.

 

Right now, I am very much willing to give all I could for this one person I have started to see in a different light, but the sad thing is, would he be doing the same for me? We have shared intimate moments together, but I do not want to be labeled as a ‘friend with benefits’ or anything to that effect. I do not wish to see myself as that for I am so much better than that. If it were only up to me, I am willing to already take my chances once again with this person. In fact, I have momentarily put a stop on dating other guys all for the reason that I want to try it out with this one person first, before hopping on to another prospective boyfriend. The reality that this guy and I have been intimate more than just once has brought me to think that he could be physically attracted to me the same way I am physically attracted to him. He isn’t even my type for the reason that we have a language barrier, thus impeding us to hold intellectual and interesting conversations together. He is very high maintenance, a lot more high maintenance than me, but like what I keep saying, you can never confine your heart within a box. For the time being, I like him, and I would want us to spend more time getting to know each other better, and perhaps to step up from being friends to a little more special than that. I have shown him how much I care for him many a time already, but I do not know if he is just plain insensitive or he really just doesn’t care.

 

At present, I am at a crossroad whether I should hold on or let go of him, for I feel like all my efforts are ending up in vain and nowhere else. I’m worn-out from all the giving and not getting. You see on Saturday, I kind of anticipated that we would spend time together, watch ‘My Sassy Girl’ and some other sappy Korean and Filipino romantic comedies, but to my dismay, he said he was tired from working a full 12-hour shift and just wants to retreat in bed. I said to myself, OK, that is understandable. And so I just went on with reading a book on a long, cold, rainy Saturday night. Well what can I do, we are not exclusive to each other, and I am in no position to demand for anything from him.

 

I was all set to tuck myself to bed, until a PLU (People Like Us) friend on YM buzed me. And the question that came to be, ‘How are things going on with you and [name of the guy]?’ I replied saying we’re good, we’re friends, had fun hiking last weekend, and would catch this a la Sesame Street musical together in two weeks. It turned out, he was asking about us because apparently, the guy I am speaking with just asked him (my friend) to hook up together that night. What the hell? I thought he was dead beat from working the whole Saturday, and now he wants to hook up with some guy whose profile he just came across with online?! Ha, what he doesn’t know is that he came across the profile of a person I know. My friend politely turned him down, out of respect for me, and out of the fact that he is very much faithful to his own guy. I really wanted us to spend as much time as we can together, I even decided to stay in on a Saturday night such that we can spend quality time just the two of us, of which we haven’t done in quite some time by now. The sad truth is, he’d rather spend his time hooking up with random Asians from online. I don’t want to take his sexual behavior against him, but I just thought he was so much better than that.

 

I was devastated, but for the most part, I was disappointed. Here I am ready to take my chances with this guy who seemingly still wants to sleep around and fool around with other guys. Why can’t there be exclusivity in this oftentimes cruel gay community? Is it too much to ask to be truthfully respected, valued, loved? I choose to limit myself from showing this guy that I care, it is indeed about time I kind of played hard to get on him, it must be a little difficult, but I know that it’ll be all for the best. I have decided to not speak to him (as in no chatting, no texting, no calling) until two days before we see that musical together. Until then, things might change between the two of us. I don’t know, but I am slowly losing interest in him, and all his immaturity is just gradually taking the toll. I don’t know if it would ever mean anything to him (like when I change towards him id est showing less concern) but it’s about time I started looking for guys worthy of me.

 

Sigh. I’m exhausted from all the dating, and meeting with guys who don’t even last. I’m weary and have gone a little impatient, but I guess the search continues? THE MAGIC CONTINUES!

Having read recent updates on some friends’ blogs kind of inspired me to get back on blogging. I have momentarily neglected blogging for as long as I can remember. So I went to Korea, which was totally abrupt (like I had a few weeks to prepare for that, you readers don’t need to know the exact reason why I went to Seoul do you?) and since coming back to the US, I didn’t have much time to spend on blogging. I got caught up with so many things, like restoration of relationships and friendships with people I might have consciously or unconsciously had a falling out with. Plus my work has been demanding more hours from me, all I remember is that before travelling out, I had only been getting 20 hours at most, but since I got back, I have been getting 25-35 hours per week, with hours distributed in six out of the seven days of the week. Whew. But I could not complain. You don’t complain that you have a job, instead, be thankful for there are others out there who don’t even have a source of income. And now, I’m making blogging back into my daily routine. I miss blogging! Aaaah.

 

Moving on, why the title? Why ‘Closure’ for a title? You see, the purpose of my coming to Korea was for an important reason, but within that reason, enclosed are others such as leisure and pleasure and to do a little soul searching. While there, I had time to think things over, to look back on where my life’s at, to deal with my quarterlife crisis, and to slow down a bit since I feel that I have been taking full charge ahead for the past months. The trip did give me time to breathe and time to ponder on important things such as my friendships with three different but equally important people in my life.

 

Just who are they? One shall be named on this entry as The One That Got Away, a special person who’s always been there for me, ready and willing to hand me the moon and the stars on a silver plate. He lives in Seoul now, and the opportunity to live with him (in one roof) while there gave us much time to talk things over, to realize things, and draw ourselves into a conclusion. A lot of people say that I am stupid enough to let go of such an amazing person like him out of my life (or out of my heart rather since he is very much part of my life). The thing is, I really do not feel anything for him more than a bestfriend, more like an older brother (oppa in the truest sense of the word), an older brother I wish I had. We had come to terms and just decided to be friends forever. My whole stay in Seoul was simply amazing thanks to him. I would never forget how he turned his pantry into a 7-Eleven filled with my favorite treats, kumpleto talaga, nandu’n ang stock ng favorite Pringles ko, Kellog’s Frosted Flakes and Fruit Loops, Lotte Koala Bear cookies, Oreo, Chips Ahoy, Milano cookies, Ruffles, Pik-Nik… ah basta, lahat ng favorite ko nandu’n. At talagang punung-puno ito. Busog na busog lang ako, busog ang tiyan ko, at busog ang puso ko. Ng pagmamahal. Yuck. I’m getting cheesier by the moment! But yeah, while living with him in Seoul, I felt his care for me so dearly, but on a different level. A lot more special than that of boyfriends looking out for each other.

 

The next guy is A Friend of Mine whom I have been secretly in love with. Or was secretly in love with. He finally took the courage to tell me that he’s been harboring feelings for me, and that he kept them all to himself for that one fear we all have in common—rejection. If truth be told, I kept my feelings as well for fear that he might turn me down. And for fear that it might ruin our beautiful friendship. So he finally mustered the courage to tell me of how he wants us to get together, point blank. I was deadpan for a few minutes for I didn’t know how to react on what he had just told me. I felt like I was placed on a tight spot without knowing what to do or say. Don’t get me wrong, this guy is special to me, but sadly, I no longer see myself with him. I have long given up on the thought that maybe someday soon we would end up in each other’s arms. If I were to put it metaphorically, my feelings for him have already expired. Out of the situation, I didn’t know what to tell him, for as most of you know by now, I am not the best person to turn anyone down. My weakness is to say no to someone, and that I think is one reason why people tend to take advantage of me. But at that point, feelings were involved, it’s either I speak of the truth to him, or lead him on and cross the threshold of a world of deceit. I couldn’t do that, especially to him. So I broke it to him gently and told him I am no longer interested in him in a romantic sense. I told him that I have waited long enough until I lost that loving feeling (Euwww! Cheese overload!), but that doesn’t mean we can never be together ever in this lifetime. For the world is round (like a basketball) not flat (like a frisbee), pasasaan pa magtatagpo pa din kami saan man sa bilog na mundong ito. It was one of the most difficult moments of my life to reject his love like that, but I still made him feel that nothing will ever change between the two of us. We parted ways that night having a hodge podge of emotions. I felt guilty, but justified my guilt by telling myself that I did the right thing. I could never hurt anyone, but I could never cheat on anyone you know. I’d rather be upfront with him and tell him no than tell him yes when I really do not mean it. I expected that it’ll take time before we get back to normal. And yes, it is a process.

 

The last guy on the list is My Once Dreamboy. Prior to leaving for Seoul, we had a little misunderstanding that kind of got blown a little out of proportion. If more than anything, I was distressed with how things came to be when I didn’t expect them to be that way. I chose to not speak to him and make it stand like that for a few days such that I’d reflect on the recent events that passed us by, I really did not mean harm in doing so. I just wanted to let time heal everything and get back to him whenever I am ready. I came to terms with my shortcomings, and I didn’t in any way wish to end the friendship that I share with him (that’s not even the last thing on my mind for it is not on my mind). I must say that he’s that friend I would come to for each time I am down and out, the friend I can always express my feelings and share my thoughts to, the friend I would always run for cover knowing he will shield me. He’s done so much for me and for the friendship we share, he took me to places I haven’t been to here in LA, made me experience things I haven’t done in the whole time I’ve been living here in the US, he served as my solace in some of my darkest hours, but most importantly, he made me feel I am alive. But due to that difference of opinion we had, I left Los Angeles for Seoul with a very heavy heart. Our last conversation was a little ugly, and there was no certainty as to where our friendship stood as per that one last conversation we had before I left. The chat we had kind of made me feel that I was to get “kicked out” of his circle of friends, beginning with their trip to Pismo Beach without inviting me, and that barbecue they had. It hurt a lot because he would always try to include me in everything except for those two activities. I was deeply saddened because the friendship means so much to me, and I had no intention of ruining everything that I had invested on this person. I did develop feelingsfor this person once upon a time, but even beore I left LA for Seoul, I have already come to accept that friends are all we could ever be, and I realized he isn’t exactly my type all the way around as far as for a boyfriend. But since we started off as friends, all I wished for is that we end up as friends. Then again, as I would always tell him, change is inevitable, that only thing constant in this world is change… so what if his take on our friendship has changed over that misunderstanding we had? I only anticipated for the worst. I was prepared to get the boot from him and his friends. But part of me still clung on to the wonderful memories we have shared over the months, part of me wants to think that we are friends, and will be friends 'til the end. You know sometimes, you have to run away, not just to create distance, but to see who cares enough to run behind and pull you back. And at that point, I felt like no one would even run to pull me back. Questions like, 'Does it still matter?' or 'Does the friendship still mean anything?' were getting the best of me.

 

I wanted to exert effort and patch things up ASAP, but all I had were thoughts, I could not even put my thoughts into action for I am many miles away from them. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, until I got back to the States with mixed emotions. I knew I had a good time away from everyone else while in Seoul, and the time I spent away provided me that chance to think things over, to assess myself as well as the people around me. I was done restoring relationships with The One That Got Away and A Friend of Mine, and I am yet to face My Once Dreamboy. It brought me uncertainties, especially when the time for us to meet up for the first time in three months came. Thoughts ran into my head like, is he still the same person I happened to know on the eve of my birthday? Or, what will become of this meeting, will this meeting bring me to a realization that I am no longer welcome to be his friend? I was drowned in so many thoughts on the bus ride from Los Angeles to San Gabriel.

 

It almost did not push through, but we finally got to see each other after three months, and I missed him all the more as a friend. No more and no less than that. I have long sorted my feelings for him, and true enough, it is way much better for us to keep it simple as friends. We didn’t even talk things out, no explanations anymore, it was nothing but making up for lost time together. It felt like the last time we hung out was just the day before. I couldn’t be any happier. Then there came closure between us. And that we are to keep the promise that we’ll be friends for life. Time did heal all the wounds.

 

Thus far, these three people will always be of value to me. I have high regard for each of them, and if there’s anything, I have only learned to appreciate the friendship I share with these people even more. I am happy to have successfully reinstated my friendships and patched things up with The One That Got Away, A Friend of Mine and My Once Dreamboy. And it’s always best to become friends than lovers with any of these three guys, because love does fade, but friends are forever.

For someone like me who’s always been interested in fashion and in pursuing a career in design and merchandising, I always see to it that I keep myself abreast with the latest trends. Having experienced Tokyo and Seoul has got to be the ultimate for me. Having witnessed fashion at its finest right before my very eyes has got to be the highlight of having visited Asia’s fashion capitals. And having worked for design teams here in Los Angeles, it is proven that the trends indeed begin in Asia, as opposed to the popular belief that they begin in Paris, Milan and London. And during the last seasons, the pieces that have been popular here in the States are the pieces that have come from Asia—pieces that fashion buyers have bought from Tokyo and Seoul. And according to a trend report my former boss did, the pieces that she bought from Paris, Milan and London did not sell as much as the pieces that she brought in from Tokyo and Seoul, of which are becoming centers of fashion in Asia.

 

Tokyo and Seoul has got to be fashion heaven for me. Prior to visiting these key cities, all I relied on (to keep myself inspired with fashion) were magazines, the Internet, pop culture and of course, my Korean dramas. For people out there who have seen dramas like Full House, My Girl, My Name is Kim Sam Soon, Princess Hours, Forbidden Love and the more recent ones like Hello My Lady and Dal Ja’s Spring, would totally agree with me when I say that Seoul is indeed becoming a center for fashion in Asia. Women in Korean dramas dress just so fabulous that they leave my jaws dropped open. And everytime I find something interesting being worn by the lead actress in the drama I am watching, I would keep the image in mind and then try to recreate the look by finding similar pieces in stores like Forever 21 (which by the way is owned by a Korean) and Old Navy.

 

Full House was the drama that made boleros and shrugs popular, My Girl was responsible for all those puff-sleeved coats and colorful ponchos, My Name is Kim Sam Soon made layering dress shirts with something romantic look cool, Princess Hours gave the Victorian look some ‘oomph’ with the princess’ romantic tops. My list goes on down the line. This brings me to say that one of the many reasons why I am hooked on Korean dramas is because of the magnificence of the costume design.

 

So look up, I even copied Chae Rim’s costume in one of her scenes in Dal Ja’s Spring, which by the way is my favorite Korean drama at the moment. Yes, I am a copycat. Hahahaha. Watch out for a future blog entry I would devote to fashion in Korean dramas.

THE RULE: Each player of this game starts with seven unusual or unknown (to most people) things about himself. People who get tagged need to write a blog entry of their own as well, stating the rule clearly. In the end, you need to tag seven people and list their names. Don’t forget to let them know that they have been tagged!

 

1. I can’t seem to watch any of my Korean dramas (on DVD) without anything to munch on. I must have a bowl of butter popcorn or a bag of chips—Jack and Jill’s Taquitos is my favorite, thank God for Asian stores here in the States for making it available—plus a few chocolate bars, Hershey’s Milk Chocolate, Butterfinger and Nestlé Crunch are what gets me. Siyempre kailangan may panulak, kailangan may Pepsi. Hindi talaga ako makakapagsimulang manuod ng Korean dramas ko hangga’t wala akong mga pagkain.
2. My guilty pleasure is reading local showbiz tsismis via PEP (Philippine Entertainment Portal). The moment I wake up, I get in front of my PC and get my morning dose of showbiz chismax. And then when I get home from work, the first thing I do is log on to PEP and check to see if there’s anything new. Hahahaha. Call me ‘baduy’ but I don’t care.
3. Aside from my Korean dramas, I am hooked on ABS-CBN’s “About Your Love”. I am 25 years old but I can’t seem to grow out of youth-oriented TV. I usually work every Saturday but as soon as I get home in the afternoon, I tune in to ABS-CBN Now and watch About Your Love. Walang mintis ‘yan! I can only decide on hanging out with friends on a Saturday when I’m done with About Your Love. Hahahaha.
4. I am very color coordinated. I always see to it that my shoes, my top and my bag match. If I decide on dressing casual, my footwear (either Chucks or flip-flops) should match the color of my top. Same goes with the bag. If I am leaning towards earth tones, my bag should be brown. If I am dressed in dark colors, my bag should be black. And when I am wearing leather shoes, of course kapag black ang sapatos, black dapat ang bag at dapat dark colors din ang top ko. Same applies with when I’m wearing brown, I wear brown with these colors only—yellow, green, pink. When I’m wearing red, blue, indigo, violet dapat black ang shoes at bag. Even my closet, kapag sinilip mo ang closet ko, lahat ng damit ko na hung e nakaayos according to color. And the colors are arranged according to the color wheel.
5. I am a self-professed Queen of Cheap. While in Asia I love shopping in tiangges and flea markets. I love Dongdaemun, Namdaemun and Insadong in Seoul; I love shopping in the alleys of Ueno in Tokyo and of course the Greenhills Shopping Complex in Manila! I am very good at haggling, as in ‘di ko tatantanan ang tindera hangga’t ‘di binibigay sa akin ang presyo na gusto ko. My trade secret in bargaining: you start haggling half-price and work your way from it. Say the price of a Victorian vest is P600, ask if the retailer can give it to you for P300, then start negotiating until you come up with a price na ok sa’yo at ok din sa kanya. Naku napakagaling kong tumawad! And atin-atin na lang ito ha, lahat ng Abercrombie ko na polos ay mga export overruns na sa Greenhills ko lang binili hahahaha. Mas mura e. Ay isa pa pala, I SHOP AND THEN I RETURN, that's why I don't take out the tickets of my purchases right away. I will wear an item (usually a top or an accessory malabo namang gawin ko ito with jeans or any bottom at that) once or twice and then contemplate. Iisipin ko kung magagamit ko ba talaga ito, is this a timeless piece I can keep in my closet, iniisip kong mabuti kung masusuot ko pa ba ito o hindi na. 'Yung mga binili ko na nakatengga lang sa closet ko after once or twice kong nagamit e sinasauli ko before the receipt expires. O 'di ba, top secret 'yan! Sinusuot ko ang damit nang 'di tinatanggal ang ticket para puwede kong isauli kapag sawa na ako.
6. I am not brand-conscious. If you call Gap, Banana Republic, Old Navy, American Eagle, Aeropostale, Zara, Mango, Dorothy Perkins, Topshop, River Island and H&M as brands then maybe I am. But while I was in Manila last March, I spent an amount of money for clothes at the department stores. I’m quite surprised of the selection that they carry that I ended up with a lot. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I am not a label whore. I can live my life even without owning a Louis Vuitton that, or a Chanel this, or a Dior that, or a Burberry this. But I wouldn’t say no if these labels happen to be given to me as presents. Hehehehe. Wala naman sa tatak ‘yan e, nasa pagdadala ‘yan. I am confident enough that I can wear a whole outfit for less than $100 and make it seem that it’s worth more than a thousand dollars. I believe that fashion is momentary but style is forever.
7. I can never live without fish sauce and shrimp paste. One time my bestfriend Echie and I were eating at Kamayan, so I helped myself with a serving of kare-kare, automatically, I had to get shrimp paste. And she was just so surprised with the amount of shrimp paste that I had placed on the side (of my plate). She was like, “Ano ‘yan, corned beef?” And then I said no, it was shrimp paste. “Misis ayaw mo naman magbagoong niyan? Akala ko corned beef sa dami ng nilagay mo,” came to be my bestfriend's plea. With fish sauce naman, hmmm, hindi talaga kumpleto ang kain ko kapag walang patis! Basta Asian cuisine (except Korean and Japanese), kailangan may patis ako. Ang ‘di ko lang pinapatisan e porkchop, fried chicken at saka bistek. At saka siyempre daing, tuyo at danggit e 'di ko rin pinapatisan!

As per the rule, I am tagging the following:

• Ila
• Charley
• Trish
• Von
• Nina
• Claire
• Amar

***Everyone can do this though. The above are just my top seven.