disillusionment

Before I begin a lengthy discussion on why and how I have recently lost my grip on things, I would like to give a shoutout to my thesistahs, Alessa and Patty, both of whom I was with one fateful night at Oyster Boy in Greenhills. Here we are after gorging ourselves on Oyster Rockefellers which proved to be the night's dish of choice due to its aphrodisiac-y qualities. Hmmm hmmm hmmm... Makes me wonder why so many couples went home early.



And with our other pals, Waldo and Pao Constantino.



Guess what, Ale and Pat! I belong in... Paris!
"Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris.
The art, the fashion, the wine, the men!
Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...
You'll love living in the most chic place on earth...."



If you're saving up for NYC dude, ako, ito. Perhaps when I've made my way back to this city (using my own funds at least), I can really say "I'm made!" and mean it.



And elsewhere.



Anyway. Getting back on topic.

Just came back from the School's Summer Camp. A lot of fun, I must say. And then some..

Some surprises, to say the least.

Anyway, here are the crazy little toads in the bus, on the way to Subic.



And the happy campers before we were all wasted and beer bonged out.



Ho hum... it's been a wild ride so far. I'll be sure to hold out for more.

Toodles.