When I heard that Coldplay was going to do the NYE Concert in Abu Dhabi, I was sure it was a hoax. A cruel, cruel joke.

Boy, was I wrong.

Incidentally, my Sissys Nof and Sheenie were flying in to Dubai for about a week to ring in the New Year . And I thought the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Goes without saying, of course I tried to take them around Dubai – at least what we could squeeze in during their short visit.

One of the reasons why I’m usually broke is because I’ve been feeding my ~need~ to be, or at least produce something ~artsy~ and creative.

I’ve heard about the Impossible I-1 Camera from Nadine Lustre sometime last year and it got me all curious. Lo and behold, I ended up getting one myself when I saw that it was available on Virgin, and I wasn’t even looking for it!

(photo by Jayson So / edited by moi)

Went to Al Bhara on Friday Morning with these clowns. Had 3 hours of sleep, woke up at 3AM to get ready, met up with the rest and headed to Awesometown! Lel, ew. Although it really WAS awesome.

It was my first time in Al Bhara, and my first time to sit around a Bonfire in the Middle East (I know, my introversion is off the chain and I’m never going to shut up about it). I took a quick cat nap underneath the Stars before FOOD called my name.

As soon as the Sun rose, we drove to the ATVs. I wasn’t up for it at first but seeing as all the Girls were going, I figured I shouldn’t spend two hours sleeping inside the Car.

And boy, did I make the right decision.

Here’s a special entry, celebrating 3 years since the “airing” (naks) of Tales from the Friendzone’s 7th episode. Teka lang guys, totoo ba ‘to? 3 years ago na ‘yun?

I decided to publish this on the 20th of December, because that’s when we went to Baguio to shoot (December 20 – 21, 2012 yo!). I felt it was best to commemorate (this date) because it still is one of my most favourites (it’s up there, topping the list).

I’m sure you’d like to know how this all happened? Nagtanong pa ako, eh magke-kwento naman talaga ako whether you like it or not, LELZ.

It was December of 2010 – the 9th to be exact, when four Bboy Dancers shyly approached me to record a short “shout-out” (it was a thing) on their phones during an event.

5 years later, and here we are. My feature post on them couldn’t make it on time (still publishing it this month though), but thought I’d publish an a JDC-related entry anyway to commemorate all these years of being together, and to express how blessed I am to have them in my life.

Before I start, I haven’t really shared my Halloween Costume back in 2013. Proud to say I made the whole thing myself. I’m definitely recycling this one day. Or maybe I’ll whip it out at home, because there are days when we just want to dress up for no reason. You know, Greta Garbo style. Or basically every woman in all the films back in the 1940’s (fact check this please, I’m too laaaaze to Google).

I decided to make halungkat and wore the costume and yay I didn’t want to get out of it anymore. For a split second I considered to go to the party like this. BUT WHAT THE HECK, ABBIE. *Cue Cathy Dennis-Fickle.mp3*

When people start disappearing little by little from the dining table, when you no longer hear their voices on the other end of the line, when their names no longer flash on your phone … It’s kind of surreal. It’s a kind of reality you wouldn’t really want to live in. It’s a truth you will never really accept.

As I sit quietly on the bed, in the dark, with Christmas less than 2 months away, I always go back days when I’d open my eyes and hear everyone else busy with preparations. You didn’t have to hear our excitement – it was in the air. I would go downstairs and see them all there. My Papa Loy, my Mama Felly, my Tito Panks, and my Mom.