Friday was Coffee Bean day. I felt the urge to satisfy my craving for a White Choco Dream Latte in the morning so even though it was not exactly the nearest coffee shop (haha we have a Gloria Jeans franchise at the ground floor of the MegaPlaza) I headed for the Coffee Bean in Salcedo Village. Alright I was guilty of wanting to bump into someone because the circumstances are favoring against me. Wishful thinking.
I was back at the same coffee place come lunch time because I ate there with Banj. She then invited me for a videoke session with her friends at Music 21 at Jupiter st. I was actually hesitant at first but what the hell, I needed to unleash the vocal prowess that is me. Nyahaha. If there was one thing that I have learned in LB is that nothing beats the wrath and tension-releasing power of a good empowerment song. I again maximized my lunch time and got back at the building at about 1:30
Nighttime, along with Giulia and Paopao aka Babeeh (wehehe), we were at Music 21 belting our hearts out.
Giulia and Babeeh
Favorite song of the night?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend wa hot like me / Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me / Don't cha / Don't cha baby don't cha
Bato-bato sa heavens, tamaan guilty.
And yes this one's the best! Sorry if the video's...uh...well...tiyagain niyo na lang haha!
I dedicate this song to *bleep* while Banj dedicates this song to *bleep*
Go on boy. Go on boy.
I'll be fine.
Dudes if you want a freaking diversion, get a facial. It's effing painful! You're going to be too busy with the excruciating pain that you just won't get to think about anything else. Trust me.
This is actually the same principle why I am becoming active again with swimming. whenever I am in the pool, all I get to think about is how am i going to reach the other side with the least amount of ingested water.
I had my derma treatment yesterday: Diamond peel with facial. The facial is painful enough but lo and behold I just had to have additional medications injected on my face. Mind you it was not one nor two nor three but nine! My face had to be injected nine times!
Goodness, the perils really of beautification.