On the Brighter Side

FORMO's 5th anniversary promo included San Mig Light and Mojito for only P5. From 6PM to 9PM. 

Because of that awesome offering, I was there for 3 days straight. It was literally a chug-fest to the highest level and a half. 

Unfortunately, it ended last Sunday. As the song goes, some good things never last.

Mystery of the Thievery

So, my company-issued laptop got stolen from FORMO last Thursday. It was a very, very frustrating experience for me. Coz I placed it in what I thought was the safest place to be.Under the table.Apparently, I was wrong.

But hey, it would cause mass hysteria if a person would suddenly swoop down and take it and  run.

Anyhoo, it was under the table and right by my feet so that I can just kick it in a gentle manner on a regular basis for reassurance purposes. But the next time I gave my laptop a nudge, my toes bumped right into the table stand! 30 minutes after sitting down and NO MORE LAPTOP! It was like black magic! Grrrrrrrrr!

I was sitting at the head of a small table and I was flanked by Ian Z and Monica. I wasn't drunk, I did not leave the table and we never noticed anything out of the ordinary. Except two suspicious-looking dudes who looked out of place but they never went near.

That thievery is one of the greatest mysteries on the planet. And to whoever took it, I admire his/her/their guts and cunning but I really, really hope with all my heart that he/she/they will die a painful death.

I Love My Hair

Even when it's scaring me.

It's the 2nd time this week that I freaked out because something was crawling on my skin, only to find out that that it was just actually my hair.

My apartment is near to a mini wilderness that's why I always stumble across some creepy crawlies creeping and crawling inside the house.

I don't mind much except if they start flying and/or heading for my direction.

And as long as they're not the mortal enemies.

Speaking of which, I still can't get over the traumatic events of Thursday night. A total of 7 huge cockroaches and all of them were flying about. Soooo gross plus one. I will never go back to that place again, ever.  

And there was the fact that the MW was very specific about me not causing a scene. I did not, because the waitresses were very adept at reaching for 'em once they land on the walls and then killing 'em. The last straw was when another was flying in our direction. I ran towards the exit, leaving everything behind --- lappy, ipod, beer, cash, the MW and all. 

Insane Dancers

Dawn.

Insanity unleashed at the Penthouse. One guy has the craziest dance moves ever. I've met my match on the dance floor.

Moooning

Last night.

Funny conversations with the BG friends. One guy wants to go to Manila via boat. I told him if that's the case then I'll see him in a week.

Off-key @ Tequila Joe

One great thing about Cebu is that a lot of people here can really sing. That's why Karaoke is really popular throughout the island. Everywhere I go, from high scale resto-bars to a miniscule side-walk store, there's always a Karaoke machine with some serious singing showdown going on. Even the local bands’ vocalists have exceptionally great voices. I could round them up and herd them off to American Idol auditions and I personally think that every one of them would get that golden ticket to Hollywood. And on some bar's acoustic night, the audience participation is a highly coveted part of the show.

So when I sing, either in Karaoke bars or when I take over the spotlight of a band’s vocalist, people pay attention. Not because I can belt out a tune like Amy Winehouse, but because I’m one of the few in the Cebuano population who royally suck at singing. And what I love about this place is that most people appreciate me. Most people who are my friends, at least. =D

Last night, I assaulted the senses of the Tequila Joe crowd when I took center stage and sang my horrible version of Like a Virgin. After the band’s vocally-impressive performance, I think I came out like a drum roll or a bull horn in the middle of somebody’s dreamless sleep. I sang at the top of my lungs and gradually shrank off along with the microphone stand because I didn’t know how the damn lock works. But I didn’t miss a beat as I gracefully swayed down along with it. And what did I get for my efforts? A call for an encore! There’s really no place like home.
(Tequila Joe is located at the Ayala Entertainment Center, Cebu Business Park)