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Monday, February 23, 2004
So I came home at around 5am last Saturday and woke up to find the house half empty. Mama had gone to Tagaytay and Bianca had gone on a retreat to help college girls get closer to Christ (Yeah, you go, gehl!). I was eating danggit and adobong pusit (A pretty weird combo if you ask me.) when my eldest sister Carla asked me, "You going anywhere tonight?" "No." "Good! You can drink with us later." Alright! My face was groggy, but deep inside, I felt like my heart was glowing! Then she adds, "By the way, Miggy's bringing a Magic Mic!" Then the light in my heart went out, and I felt like doing the Dobby, bang, bang, bang. "What," my sister asked as my face turned pale (And I just came from the beach mind you.), and I said, in Another Scary Movie sort of way, "There's no escape from the Magic Mic. There's no escape! No, no!" Only a few of Carla's friends came to the house, including my friend Diego (I always invite him when I need someone form my generation to talk to.), and after a few gulps of wine and beer, they hit the mic. It's a wonderful piece of technology really. I mean, it's a remote control that you can sing with! Just code in the numbers, press play and wheee! Sing away! And you can even have a competition with it! And the best part is, you don't have to be good! For example, Miggy and Mantan were singing fairly well and they actually practiced that afternoon with their parentals, but Joby, who could not sing Take On Me to save his life, was scoring 92's and 98's! What was wrong with this picture? Well, as Joby would say, "I have no professional training." Dear Lord, they turned our house into American Idol. I used to hate hearing our neighbors videoke the night away, so I figured that this was payback time. It was really fun listening to our friends battling it out in the Vargas living room, but a few beers later (I think around...5?), I found myself singing Crazy For You, with Mr. Miguel on back-up. Hehe! And I scored a 92. Not bad! The technology of the Magic Mic is that you can buy memory cards or chips containing a huge collection of songs, both foreign and OPM. The chips are very expensive, though. Hell, the mic alone costs a fortune! But, well, it beats having to buy that huge videoke machine, like the one Meg had in Kusineo. Hehe, that was fun. I remember attending the GSM post-Christmas party last January with Quark and Lia, and to my horror, our friends were singing videoke inside Mo's house. Mo's house! I think Katz or Eric had a Magic Mic and everyone was just singing the whole night. The thing is that no matter how baduy you think it is, you'd find yourself mouthing the lyrics while your friend was singing. Plus it's fun to hear the sappy 80s songs, and glam rock songs are especially enjoyable. The videoke is definitely here to stay and now that the handy dandy Magic Mic is out int he market, who knows how many more homes will have videoke parties to keep the neighbors awake, or maybe green with envy. *** >Coke ko dedo daw o. Have you heard the latest about one of the "Coke ko 'to" girls? The TV Patrol aired a report that one of them was gang raped and murdered last week, and the girl happened to be our Del Monte racer Chal. Nyay! The rumor spread all the way to Batangas where one of our editors lives, so she texted another officemeate who texted another officemate who panicked and actually called Chal to check on her. And guess what? Yup! She was alive. Susmariosep. Of all the rumors. At first I was really angry. How could someone spread a rumor like that? Fools. Idiots! IMBACILES! Then I cooled down and thought...it could be a publicity stunt. Hehe, mean, mean. But what I really found funny was how the phone conversation between Chal and our officemate went. I mean, did he just call and say, "Hey! You alive?" Or, "Hello?!?! Ah, good! You're alive! Sige, yun lang. Babye!" Or did she just scream, "I'm alive, alright? I'm alive, I'm alive!" Seriously, I'd probably stutter to death, embarrassed to have even been suckered by the rumor, but joyous of that fact that she was indeed alive. But really, what you would you ask a person who's supposed to be dead? Or how would your conversation go? Things that make you go hmmm...
Monday, February 16, 2004
 If you're from Zobel and you play badminton every freakin' day, then you might wanna join the DLSZ Alumni Badminton Cup. In the summer of 96 or 97 (Naks, parang kanta), I spent time playing badminton with a bunch of semi-athletic kids and we called ourselves the BadMin Gang (I think "Min" was for "Men". Kabaduyan galore.). Everyday, we'd meet up in the Alabang Country Club where I used to train and we'd play badminton all afternoon. We always had the 2-court badminton area, too, because we cheated the reservation system. Everyone who was a member reserved the courts one after the other, so no one else could play there. Badminton I think has always been a wholesome sport. Although watching the pros snap and fly is always amazing, watching nuns playing in the courtyard in Amelie is pretty cute, too. Anyone can play it, and anyone can work up a good sweat and stay in shape. Just look for a few rackets, buy a shuttlecock and you're all set! The sport kind of stayed in the sidelines for a while. Tennis will always be the more popular racket sport. But in recent years, bamdinton's popularity has been picking up big time, what with all the sponsored tournaments and badminton clubs popping up here, there and everywhere. It's quite a phenomenon if you ask me. Everyone just seems to be so into it. Even my sister has a new cool set of gear! And for her birthday last year, she had a mini tourney with her officemates in Makati! I'm just so amazed with the badminton's impact. Because it's so darn easy to learn! And I'm glad that even people who've never played a sport in their lives have taken interest in it. As it should, knowing the game starts with clean fun, and I think badminton's fun factor will surely keep the sport alive for years to come. So to all you badminton addicts out there who sleep late, brave traffic and go home stinky and sticky, just for a night of badminton, I salute you! Take care of the game and enjoy it! NOTE: Be careful of those holduppers, though. They've been targeting badminton courts lately, and I think that's awf'ly smart of them, too. (Well, people really shouldn't bring too many valuables to training, right? ) *** >Valentine's with Ciudad. I'm sorry I missed Twisted Halo in U.P. last Saturday (was supposed to be with Meg), but I'm so glad that I went to Cuidad's album launch because it was the happiest Valentine's gig I've ever gone to! Well, it's the only Valentine's gig I've ever been to. Rephrase that...it was one of the best gigs I've ever been to, and it's because of this that I had the best Valentine's Day in my entire life! Tipsy, puyat, saya! I love Ciudad. They always make me happy. :) I'm aslo proud to say that I looked pretty good for Valentine's Day. Well, Ernan said that I was fat, and it was true, but I didn't care. Sometimes when you've been so stressed for so long, you really need to feel good inside out. So I bought this girlash pink tie-dyed shirt, wore makeup and had a nice to dinner with good ol' Miss Meg. And to piss her off, I wore pink socks to match my new pink shirt. When I joined her for dinner, I was lifting my pants so I can watch her face crumple a bit in disgust. In Freedom Bar, however, I was conscious and kept on pulling my pants over my shoes. Shame, SHAME And Neva was the cutest thing, because she was trying to read her new Best Book Ever! in the darkness of the bar. And like a kid, she slowly told Ramon, "I want to read." Wawa. But she enjoyed the gig, and almost won a cool Ciudad lunchbox by Pancho, but didn't dare to sing a rendition of a Ciudad song on stage. No worries, though, because we reserved some, so thank God I know the lunchbox maker. She did win a pin, though, and so did I! My task was to name the first Ciudad album, and for the life of me, I could not remember. Again, shame, shame! All I could remember was our friend Mico the Happy Bear. Something like Hi, Mico the Happy Bear! Or Hello, Mico the Happy Bear! How Are You? I took some guesses and Quark said that I had the right words but in the wrong order. My God, I felt like such a horrible friend. Think, think! "Hello, How Are You, Mico the Happy Bear?" Yippee!!! Sigh, good save! Let's go, let's play, let's fun! *** >Blog Safe. If you're a regular blogger (or a new one actually), read this article from the New York Post, c/o Lia Bulaong who's in the article.
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