[busy signaL]
[Saturday, December 18, 2004]
i. "don't shy!"
we had band practice at renz'. you've probably heard about it already, but in case you haven't, he bought a drum set.
gwapo nga e. kulay itim.
anyway, i realized that purchasing a bass should be my priority for this christmas, since the riffs i practised and perfected on my acoustic guitar weren't so practised and perfected when i tried them out on renz' bass, which i affectionately refer to as tae. he prepared corned beef with basil for merienda, and i believed i indulged myself a little more than was proper. well i did warn him about telling me to help myself. the downside to this was that i had to check myself at my next stop.
ii. "come, eat my house!"
bj celebrated his birthday first with dinner at max's restaurant in robinson's place. as mentioned above, i wasn't able to eat as much as i had wanted to or he had wanted me to, for that matter. but the company was good, for the most part, and conversation didn't require the assistance of the waiter. the fly in the ointment, however, was the chicken sisig, which was chock full of mayo, such that it tasted more like chicken spread, only spicy. or rather, like regular chicken spread at home. i did finally get my gambas, though, so that made up for it.
iii. "are you drugs!?"
after dinner, we headed to bj's condo for a few drinks. it really is convenient to live right beside a mall. no problems when it comes to food, school supplies, clothes, or even repairs, if necessary. but you have to be a little on the wealthy side, i believe, since this lifestyle also increases the probability that you'll be spending a little extra cash here and there quite often.
but i digress. anyway, instead of the few drinks i had imagined, bj had prepared two pitchers and a "handy" 5 liter bottle of lalabu. owel, same difference.
bj had a copy of paris hilton's sex scandal so, yeah, we watched that. but kester was playing sponge cola's lunes on loop while we were 'enjoying' the movie, so now i can't listen to the song without remembering the porno. not that i particularly care for the song, but it plays a lot on local radio stations, and i don't fancy suddenly getting mental images of paris hilton.
i left at 4. indeed, there were some blogworthy moments, but considerably less than i had hoped for, such that i don't think i'll be posting any quotable quotes here. dig into my archives for comparison, if you want.
happy birthday, bj.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 1:50 PM
we had band practice at renz'. you've probably heard about it already, but in case you haven't, he bought a drum set.
gwapo nga e. kulay itim.
anyway, i realized that purchasing a bass should be my priority for this christmas, since the riffs i practised and perfected on my acoustic guitar weren't so practised and perfected when i tried them out on renz' bass, which i affectionately refer to as tae. he prepared corned beef with basil for merienda, and i believed i indulged myself a little more than was proper. well i did warn him about telling me to help myself. the downside to this was that i had to check myself at my next stop.
ii. "come, eat my house!"
bj celebrated his birthday first with dinner at max's restaurant in robinson's place. as mentioned above, i wasn't able to eat as much as i had wanted to or he had wanted me to, for that matter. but the company was good, for the most part, and conversation didn't require the assistance of the waiter. the fly in the ointment, however, was the chicken sisig, which was chock full of mayo, such that it tasted more like chicken spread, only spicy. or rather, like regular chicken spread at home. i did finally get my gambas, though, so that made up for it.
iii. "are you drugs!?"
after dinner, we headed to bj's condo for a few drinks. it really is convenient to live right beside a mall. no problems when it comes to food, school supplies, clothes, or even repairs, if necessary. but you have to be a little on the wealthy side, i believe, since this lifestyle also increases the probability that you'll be spending a little extra cash here and there quite often.
but i digress. anyway, instead of the few drinks i had imagined, bj had prepared two pitchers and a "handy" 5 liter bottle of lalabu. owel, same difference.
bj had a copy of paris hilton's sex scandal so, yeah, we watched that. but kester was playing sponge cola's lunes on loop while we were 'enjoying' the movie, so now i can't listen to the song without remembering the porno. not that i particularly care for the song, but it plays a lot on local radio stations, and i don't fancy suddenly getting mental images of paris hilton.
i left at 4. indeed, there were some blogworthy moments, but considerably less than i had hoped for, such that i don't think i'll be posting any quotable quotes here. dig into my archives for comparison, if you want.
happy birthday, bj.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 1:50 PM