Archive for January, 2005

  • 31 Jan

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    Joni


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    Sweet Sixteen

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    To all who greeted me on my birthday, thank you! I know it’s gonna be a tough 16th year for me.. but i’ll try to hang on.

    Er. Not Sixteen. Twenty-one! Waah.

    I spent my 21st (ugh) birthday with 3 of my college classmates. I was hoping i could also eat dinner with some old friends but who, sadly, had other plans. It was nothing special really.. i guess when you’re getting older, birthdays bring you less excitement when you’re not expecting a children’s party or huge presents (tangible or monetary. haha.) from titos, titas, ninongs & ninangs. And, I realized a week ago, that birthdays only mean you’re one year older… no point celebrating that, is there? heehee.

    Wah. I missed my barkada back at home who, I’m sure, wouldn’t have let January 29th pass un-celebrated. It would have been another reason for all of us to gather, sit and talk over a cup of coffee.. oh well. :)

    However, i did have the best pre-birthday celebration.. I was with 3 of the most beautiful girls on this earth!


    Hannah, Tarits, Riz, me

    To Tarits and Riz: I enjoyed every minute of our bonding time! I understand you need two weeks off to focus on your theses.. I believe you’re both true to your words… But, last Friday, i also believed it when Riz said she had to go to class at 4:00 and Tarits had to attend their BigF at 4:00! bwahaha. hope to see you again soon!

  • 27 Jan

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    Joni


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    A Proud “Ate”

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    I spent the last 3 days helping out with my 5-yr-old cousin’s preparation for a kiddie pageant at her pre-school as she was the appointed representative for class muse. We took care designing her 3-wheeler ‘float’ for their parade (which turned out quite fine for something planned and done spontaneously). We got her a purple gown, bought her a new pair of shoes and practiced her routine for the talents’ showcase again and again (and again!).

    Yesterday was the big day. There we were.. me, my mom, my Tita our cutie little princess and her very makulit but adorable escort. I was my lil cousin’s stage-ate slash photographer slash ‘float’ designer slash fashion-hair-makeup consultant slash semi-choreographer slash chauffeur and her very own groupie! We were all pretty excited in spite feeling worn out from all the costume change and the moving around. But to top it all off, she was able to entice the judges in her own charming innocent way, thus had bagged the tiara for herself, much to our suprise and delight. I was her proud ate who pinned her sash. But my joyous reaction was nothing compared to her teary-eyed mom. Such a sweet sight of such a sweet victory :) Though, i’m afraid i’m gonna have to find a way to combat the mamma eu quero da a chupeta jingle that’s still irritatingly reverberating in my head..

    It was a nice time of fixing and dressing up. Reminds me so much of the time my brother and I were unyieldingly coerced to represent our dad’s uncle’s company’s float at the Masskara festival when i was probably 7 or 8. It took me a while to live that embarrassment down as i was picked on by my classmates for quite some time. Ironic how I wouldn’t even smile or wave at the Bacolod crowd then when yesterday I would constantly call out to my lil cousin to “smile!” and “wave!” at her spectators. :)