The church kids go to town. hehe.

Hello peeps!

It feels like a lot has happened the past few weeks. Short of it is , I made new friends (Hello Maggie and Trish!), closed some doors, opened new ones (read: got a new job (that was the good news by the way ;), jumped back on the fitness wagon (TKB, I've missed you, and Badminton, here I come! haha), and scores of other things. Life's been good, everything's smooth sailing. I could get used to this. ;)

My posts are never complete without photos, so here are shots from Nikki G's birthday bash at Blush. My battery died early that night, so most of these are taken by Ria.

Birthday girl Nikki G with the Bebster.


Clockwise from left: Jackie, Maria, Jopet, Ria and moi.
Yay, I'm not the oldest here. hehe.


Kooky girls, and it's all Hana's fault. Ha!


The result of Hana's kookiness. heehee. Crazy night.

Check the rest of the pics HERE.

Who says we church folk don't have fun eh? ;)

Eeking with glee.

I'm very happy today.

Just peachy; and you could tell if you saw the huge grin on my face. Unfortunately for you though, I ain't telling. Not yet, atleast. So you'll have to wait till, say, month end.

In the meantime,
YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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By the way, if you don't have plans for Easter, do join us at Bridgepoint. We're rocking it out this Sunday ;)

Another one bites the dust.

It's the Hawkins' turn!

Just when I thought the madness was over, in comes Hawk's blackout partEY. Haha. Good times, I tell you :)

Best wishes go out to the man who is to me the epitome of maginoo pero medyo bastos. Lol. The bastos part really needs no explanation (hehe), but you can't get any more maginoo than saving a little girl from catching fire (at our wedding, no less) , and at the cost of a burned welted hand. Major points indeed.

Happy birthday, Hawkiepoo! Thanks for looking after the Bebster way before I even knew him. :) We love you bro.

Kisses for the birthday boy as he says goodbye to his twenties
(Looks like JJ also wanted in on the action. Haha ;)

Peninsula crew represent.

That low angle with the Bebster.

Full coverage of Hawk's Blackout party HERE.

So who's next? ;)

Semi Veg... and a rather strange night.

Soooo lovin' the new Outback TV Ad:

Click photo to view commercial

Hahaha. I'm semi Veg alright.

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Ever been awakened at such an ungodly hour (say, 3:40am) by the shrill, piercing monotony of the fire alarm? I would have been really pissed, except that Bebs stepped out the door and actually did see smoke escaping the opposite wing. And boy, did it reek. I couldn't put my finger to it, but if you can imagine a mixture of burnt rubber, oatmeal, and some gaseous poison, that's as close at it would get. A whiff of it was enough to get me out of bed... admittedly after a countless Babe, get up naaaaa! hehe (not cute, by the way. If you hear the fire alarm, seriously get up and GO).

So there I am, half-asleep and ready to curse someone out, yet mustering all efforts to get to that place of lucidity. Meanwhile, Bebs, fully alert and with all mental faculties in check, prepares our coats and enumerates a list of what to save. I only remember grabbing my bag and our passports, while my husband closes the door behind me, lugging two attaché cases of important documents, bills and other papers. Heehee. Thank God for husbands.

We get to the ground floor and the lobby is teeming with residents in their nightwear. Strangely enough, none of them packed as much as we did, in fact only two others carried a small bag with them. That's cause they're citizens, Bebs whispers. Hahaha.

The firemen arrive within minutes, and after investigation determine that someone on the third floor (our floor) left their stove on. All third floor residents, please come up so we can inspect your units. Bebs heads back up with the rest while I'm sitting at a corner eavesdropping on the older women discussing the unpleasant sonance of the fire alarm and our doorbells for that matter. Right on, ladies. Have them change those wimpy bells, please.

Bebs and the rest of the 3rd floor are now back, although the firemen can't seem to figure out who the culprit is. Meanwhile, we're informed that our floor seems to be safe and that we can now head back to our units. Uh, so we DON'T get to give dirty looks to the smarty who left his stove on and kept us from our much needed zzz's? I knew this story was going to be anti-climactic.

We're back in bed at about 5:00am--right where we all started--and now the whole hullabaloo is all a blur. I still don't get why it all happened, but I wasn't about to waste another minute of my sleeptime wondering about the meaning of it all. Needless to say, I'm glad we're all safe and burn-free.

Sigh. Chalk it up to one of them weird days, I guess.