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I don't know how it is in your side of the world, but here in our little corner, digicam=instant fun.
Last Saturday, at Festival Mall, I chanced upon the biggest fight of the century. Of course, I had to have my picture taken with the contenders.
Aside from having photo-ops with battling stars, digicams are also good for staying up to date with loved ones abroad. Of course, manual cameras plus scanners will also get the job done, but digicams give you a blanket license to be trigger happy. Something which may prove to be expensive with an old school camera.
We get pictures of the baby (and some of her big brother thrown in every now and then :p) at least twice a week and we crowd around the PC to admire everything about her. From how round she's getting, to her bewildered look, her countless outfit changes including accessories etc. Baby girls are just so much fun!
Here are some of their Thanksgiving pictures.
Maddie: That's hot.
Char, Mick and Maddie
Alright, that's it. Gotta skedaddle on to school now.
Mwah!
(notice how Krissy's smile never changes in both pictures...)
In last night's PBB nominations, the housemates had to reveal to each other who they voted for in this week's eliminations. It was a very tense situation, to say the least, because these nominations are usually hush-hush affairs for they have the same effect as a stab in the back.
So the revelations began and discomfort was patent on each and everyone's faces. But before they started, Kuya reminded them that their earlier private nominations had been taped so any deviation(s) from what they had said would immediately be discovered. In short, if they try to sugarcoat or change what they previously said inside the booth, they’d be oh so busted. With that caveat, the game thus began.
I don't remember now exactly how every person distributed his/her 2 pts and 1 pt, but at the end of the voting, out of the five remaining housemates, only Uma was spared from this week's eliminations. Say, Cass, Jason and Nene are now all on deck and the person who will garner the least number of votes will be unceremoniously booted out of the house.
Question, isn't it usually the case that only two people at a time are on the elimination chopping board? The last eliminations I watched was the one between Jason and Sam and for some bizaare reason, scruffy Jason remained while cutie Sam had to leave! What's wrong with you people?!
Anyway, so each housemate divulged their respective votes and their alleged reasons were somewhere along the lines of: "I'm voting for Say because her mother visited her last week and I saw just how much they miss each other. I don't want her to be sad anymore" and "I'm voting for Jason because I saw how sad he looked while watching his family's video. I know that he misses his daughter and I don't want to see him sad".
Of course, there were also the honest revelations such as: "I'm voting for Cass because she's already had her 15 minutes of fame in PBB, as she originally planned. I cast my vote against her because she's had the exposure she desperately wants."
But the majority of the reasons for removal were still along the lines of benevolence and kindness. They truly cared for each other to the point that they were willing to forego each other's company just so that the other would no longer feel homesick or miss his/her family. Awwww...I never knew that our PBB housemates were so infused with Mother Teresa tendencies!
I'm sure the thought of eliminating the competition to bring themselves closer to the five million pesos worth of cash and prizes never crossed their minds at all. It's unthinkable! PBB housemates choosing money over friendship?! I'd better stop right here before I get accused of libel :p
Stealing is a serious offense and crime. Everyone knows that, or at least should know that. That seems to be the bottom line in the ongoing melee in the blogging world.
Admittedly, a photograph was "photo-napped" and submitted to a national broadsheet to accompany a recipe submitted for the broadshee's latest contest. This photograph was not properly attributed (if at all) to its owner and, just like most dastardly acts, this omission was eventually discovered.
Now the owner has raised a ruckus and the perpetrator has publicly admitted to his wrongdoing. The perp claims to be a mere novice who did not know that passing pictures to a newspaper to accompany his work was wrong. He pleads ignorance at the very least, claiming good faith and the recklessness of youth as defenses. He has cleared the broadsheet of any wrongdoing, claiming that he alone committed the offensive deed. He has offered to return the prize of 2,000p in gift checks and send samples of his winning Melt-in-Your-Mouth Yema Balls to everyone as a sincere gesture of apology. He is truly sorry and he will never do it again. Promise.
But the photo/blog owner will have none of this. His rights have been trampled on and he demands retribution. Serious retribution. He wants:
(1) A 1/4 page apology for the photonapping
(2) A half page worth of ads which would approximately cost P100,000.00 (which he rationalizes would eventually turn out to be more beneficial for the broadsheet because: I understand that any person found guilty of infringing on my copyright by using my photograph under the current Intellectual Property Code of the Philippines might be subject to a prison term of 1-3 years and a fine of PHP50-150,000 for the first offense. And for a second offense (as in, one who stole two photographs), the consequences could be a prison term of 3 years and 1 day to 6 years and a fine of PHP150,000 to PHP500,000. Now that is a bit harsher, don’t you think?
(3) Space for his kitchen tests and research on the perfect ensaimada
(4) For his pet project to be featured in the broadsheet
It is at this point wherein I too would like to quote a pertinent section of the Intellectual Property Law. Article 217.2 states that:
217.2. In determining the number of years of imprisonment and the amount of fine, the court shall consider the value of the infringing materials that the defendant has produced or manufactured and the damage that the copyright owner has suffered by reason of the infringement.
And before you can say abracadabra, everything suddenly turns hazy. True, someone was robbed and the robber has already been pinpointed (mostly by his self-accusing finger) but how do you then determine the value of what was stolen? How do you determine the exact degree of damage suffered by the owner in order to come up with a just compensation for his wounded feelings?
In coming up with the value of the infringed material, do you take into consideration the readership of the owner? Ergo, more readership equates to more value and vice versa? What about the prize money (all two thousand pesos of it), will it also fit into the equation? Or will it all depend on the shock and outrage that the owner experience upon seeing his work plastered on a national broadsheet with some stranger reaping the glory and credit for his work?
I think that this case will be snapped up by our courts if only for it's novelty value. However, whether or not it will actually prosper is another thing altogether.
I am now reminded of what The Biscuit said in one episode of Ally McBeal. His client had slapped/punched another person in some bar brawl and so the victim was now demanding damages. The Biscuit said: Fine, someone was hurt. We don't deny that. We also don't deny that retribution must be made, but we take offense at just how much they've built this case up. Mr X got slapped and he wants a band-aid worth $20,000?! $20,000 ladies and gentlemen. He wants $20,000 to cover up his booboo.
Or at least something to that effect.
Earlier this month I wrote about the ongoing scam perpetrated by NAIA insiders on US travellers. About a week ago, this was sent in my comments box:
hi. Where can I get in touch with Atty. Romero? I think my cousin is a victim of this scam and he is being held in the airport as i write. my email is xxxxx@yahoo.com.Thanks so much.
Then a few days later, I received this email:
Hello. Thanks for replying to my message in your comment box.
Just thought you'd like to know what happened to our little incident..
After asking people if they know anyone in the NAIA Terminal, the dad of my friend called up the head of the investigation department and informed him of the situation. Immediately after, they released my cousin after receiving a call from the head of the department and allowed him to board the plane..
I reckoned that if they really had strong evidence to detain my cousin, they would not immediately release him just like that.. it strongly confirmed my suspicion that the bullet found in the bag was indeed "planted" there. I think even the head of the investigation department said so himself, that's why he called the airport officers to immediately release my cousin. Imagine, what would have happened if we did not have any "connections" so to speak.. I shudder at the thought of my young cousin going to Pasay and spending the night in jail.
Anyway, my cousin is now in the US. I'm just really glad i got to read your blog which I find very entertaining and now, very informative. More power to you.
By the way, I'm also from UP Law, Batch 2002 and working in a law firm in Makati.
Have a good day .
Apparently this is already a well-entrenched and institutionalized practice. For sure, there will be a lot of merry making in the sharks den this Christmas season. With the balikbayans arriving in droves and thousands more leaving to spend the holidays abroad, it will be a veritable bonanza for those part of the bullet coterie. I can just imagine those greedy beady eyes glinting with glee at the thought of the Rolex watch they'll soon be sporting to welcome the new year with. They should have some sort of motto, something along the lines of: "Isang bala ka lang." (with due deference to Da King of course)
Once again, please be careful and do spread the word.
Last night, the Elorde Gym in Sucat saw the unfolding of the First Elorde Interclub Boxing Challenge. More than fighting for a multi-million peso purse, these warriors fought for honor, glory and for a noble cause. The night's proceeds went to the Elorde Foundation which supports boxers, trainers and their families.
The competitors were hardly professionals, instead, they were all students from various Elorde gyms. People who boxed for exercise and fitness and who now wanted to feel what it was like to jab and punch something else other than a defenseless bag.
The matches were only for 3 rounds at 3 minutes per round, but the intensity with which each person tackled his/her moment inside the ring was, well, intense :p
Pictures to follow soon.
P.S.
The event had several sponsors. Sporting goods stores, spas, Frankie Lim from Talk and Text, this energy drink, construction stores etc. But my favorite booth was Nescafe because they handed out free samples of iced coffee with a twist. It was so good! Here's the recipe.
Banana Cooler
Ingredients:
2 pcs banana lacatan, sliced
1 305 ml Milkmaid RSCM
2 cups water
1 tbsp. cocoa powder
1 tsp Nescafe classic
Shaved ice
Procedure:
Put all ingredients in a blender jar. Whisk for about 5 minutes or until frothy. Pour into individual glasses.
Enjoy :)
I just got in a few minutes ago. Horrible, horrible traffic. There's nothing quite like EDSA on a Friday night with the holiday season fast approaching. But being the consummate optimist, I still say that at least it wasn't a payday weekend or one of those midnight madness things in Robinson's Galleria or Megamall. It could have been much, much worse.
On a regular day we would have usually taken C5, but my bro had to pass by the Elorde gym for some last minute follow-ups for tomorrow's benefit matches. So off we went to the gym near Ortigas Ave. I was fairly content to wait inside the car while he attended to his business but he lured me out with the promise that they had a whole wall filled with pictures of artistas who box inside the gym. Artistas? I'm so there.
Up four flights of stairs, methinks that that was part of the cardio training. One flight after the other and I was wearing wedges. Note to self: must balance, must not fall flat on face (potentially disastrous possibility) must see artista pictures. Could there be artistas there? Goody :)
No artista pictures, no artistas. I was had. Drago bad.
Home, traffic, tralalala, spent most of the time peering at the billboards. This particular one for a credit card continues to puzzle me. It has a pretty girl on it and the words: "My beauty secret? Dishwashing liquid" plastered across. What the hell does that mean?! Does it mean that she bought a dishwasher with her credit card and because it's just so darn effective she now has all this free time to herself? Or perhaps dishwashing liquid is the newest must-have in everyone's kikay kit? Who is John Galt?
I am craving for nuggets or double cheeseburger or chickenjoy or Jollibee TLC with extra patty. As long as it's fast food, artery clogging, processed meat, GAME! But we didn't stop by McDonalds or Jollibee, because the munchies only came after we got home. How sad. So I had no other choice but to nuke a bag of popcorn but in keeping with my "triple bypass in the near future" theme, I poured some freshly nuked butter on it. The microwave oven is a wondrous machine.
I've been so hungry these past few days. It's probably because I'm ovulating. I said that to my seatmate today and she just laughed at me. She said that that was the weirdest thing she's heard in the longest time. Well, I guess weird is relative. If your mother is an OB-GYNE and you work in a women's clinic, such utterances are common fare. No wonder I don't get queasy discussing medical thingamajigs while eating. Vaginal candidiasis with a watery clear discharge? Would you like some fries with that?
It's Friday night and I still have to wake up early tomorrow for tax purposes. Meaning I still have to study my tax cases and rules. It's Friday night and I'm home instead of partying out with friends. I've said my excuse (Yes, I've reverted to my lola self), what's yours?
You got this far? Snaps to you then.
From Ella:
Dear Friends,
My baby slings will be on SALE at the St. James Bazaar, Cuenca Covered Courts in Ayala Alabang.
A baby sling is a cloth baby carrier that allows you to carry your baby in multiple positons - from newborn carry to back carry. It's different from other baby carriers because it's lightweight, breathable and can be adjusted to create a personalized fit. It also distributes your baby's weight while being carried so no undue stress is placed on your baby's hips or spine. It also allows mothers to do chores or breastfeed hands free. (You can also use the tail to cover your baby so you can breastfeed discreetly).
Each sling makes use of imported durable cotton and rings which allows you to carry your baby until he/she weighs 35 pounds. (The rings, which have passed rigid testing in the United States, can actually carry up to 300 pounds but we recommend 35 pounds so as to protect mommy's back).
It usually priced at Php 1,000 but will be on sale at Php 899.95 only. Each sling comes with an instructional vcd.
My friend and I will also be introducing cloth diapers that are leakproof and stay dry. The diapers come in different sizes and are available in red, yellow, blue and army green.
It's better to use cloth diapers because:
1. it's economical - look at the cost of diapers (costs are assumed on the basis of 12 diaper changes per day, seven days a week, 365 days in a year)
Pampers comfort: Php 7 x 12 (if you change every two hours) x 365 (days in a year) = Php 30,660/year
Pampers Baby Dry Php 8.25 = (same computation as above) Php 36,135/year
Prokids Php 6 = Php 26,280/year
EQ Dry Php 6 = Php 26,280/year
Huggies Php 9 = Php 39,420/year
Kimbies Dry Php 6 = Php 26,280/year
Drypers Dry Php 7 = Php 30,660/year
2. It's healthier for your baby -
According to the Journal of Pediatrics, 54% of one-month old babies using disposable diapers had rashes. Plus cloth diapers don't contain toxic chemicals like SODIUM POLYACRYLATE (This is the chemical, added in powder form to the inner pad of a disposable, that makes it super-absorbent). DIOXIN (This is the chemical by-product of the paper-bleaching process, using chlorine gas, in the manufacturing of diapers). TRIBUTYL TIN (An environmental pollutant, considered highly toxic, that spreads through the skin and has a hormone-like effect in the smallest concentrations).
3. It's better for the environment - Disposable diapers promote aggressive consumption of both renewable and non-renewable resources and overburden landfills Do you know that it takes 550 years for disposable diapers to decompose?
And so isn't it the the right choice to switch to cloth?
To find out more about our products please check out the websites below to find more about our product.
See you at the bazaar:-)
Ella Ampongan
www.rjellybeanslings.com-baby slings
tushywushy.blogspot.com-cloth diapers that are leakproof and stay dry
ryankachupi.blogspot.com
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And on to not so interesting news, let me just say that I managed to hold off peeing for two hours, even if I really, REALLY had to go.
Crim Law Review was right after Corpo and Dannycon was running a little late with his constant "Ba't nga ba tayo napunta don? Back to corpo" segues. So we were already 15 minutes behind schedule and I still had no idea where the class was. I planned on making a quick pitstop at the ladies' room and I was on my way when I asked Jomi where the class was. He didn't know either. So we ended up peeking at every classroom in the third and second floor until we found Sir Esguerra's class. By then it was too late to make that much needed bathroom break and the latecomers were made to sit right in front of the teacher's desk, so good luck in trying to sneak out.
Still, I forced myself to control my urges and repeatedly told my bladder: We shall overcome! And we did. Two hours I tell you. Now I know that with God, all things are possible :P
Yey to me!
It is common knowledge in the UP College of Law that family life makes for a better professor (read: less strict and more generous with grades). This theory was proven yet again when, about two years ago, a certain professor (itago na lang natin sa pangalang "Dan Gat") suddenly seemed to make an about face from his usual terror tactics. He ratiocinated that having a kid can do that to you. Ah, the joys of parenthood.
However, the same professor in his welcoming address to his current Local Government class only had this to say: It's just your luck. This semester, I have no wife and no new born baby. I'm back! Bwahahahahaha! or something to that effect.
I knew it was too good to be true :)
But in spite of all the horror stories and red marked examination books, I still love the guy. Law school can do strange things to you :)
P.S.
FYI Dan Gat's wife is pursuing her masters abroad while the kid is with the grandparents. At least that's what I picked up from the grapevine. Let it not be said that I started a The Buzz worthy rumor about them.
P.P.S.
Happy birthday G!
I'd like to believe that I'm a normally tolerant and laid-back person, not much can really have me frothing at the mouth, but I draw the line at grammar nazis. In fact, I want to grab the line and then strangle the grammar nazi with it.
Please do not misinterpret my prior statement as an indication that I am not open to criticism, correction or suggestion. I am. Ask any one who knows me. BUT I am NOT open to people who criticize, correct or suggest just for the sake of criticizing, correcting or suggesting. People who make a big production of every error you make and then make an even bigger production of correcting you. It's just utterly devoid of good faith and reeks of plain grandstanding.
Grammar nazis eagerly listen to what you have to say not because they're interested (good heavens no!) but mostly because they're waiting for an opportunity to pounce on a pronunciation or grammatical error and then hold it aloft like a prized catch. Perhaps in their twisted minds, being able to pinpoint such errors make them more superior than the rest of us insipid folks.
When you confront a grammar nazi, he will half-heartedly apologize and say that he's just OC that way, that he just can't help himself. Fine, but let me just say too that I'm OC about being corrected by buttinsky grandstanding grammar nazis and I can't help but hit said buttinsky grandstanding grammar nazi when he has his radar on. Just like the grammar nazi, I also have a disease of some sort so I shouldn't be held liable if I suddenly bite off the grammar nazi's ear.
To wrap up, let me just say that grammar nazis should learn to chill and to let some things go. So I said "slashed down" rather than "marked down" and "vainer" rather than "more vain", oooopss, thank you for correcting me. Now you can go and wipe that smug look off your face. So I made a mistake, big deal. I've never had any delusions of being perfect, unlike some people. And that's exactly what they are, delusions.
Yesterday, I typed a blog entry at the law library. And today, I'm currently typing this on my brother's computer, with my brother making a countdown every time he passes by.
The boys' room is being renovated and because the communal pc and laptop are located there, they had to be moved out to protect them from all sorts of construction rifraff (sp?). I miss surfing aimlessly and checking out my favorite blogs at a leisurely pace. I miss the internet!
Alrighty, I'm now being unceremoniously kicked out.
Later!
There's something patently wrong with the enrollment system for this semester. It's just extra arduous, for some bizaare reason.
Of course, the enrollment period in UP Diliman is the stuff that urban legends are made of. It is the time when you become full fledged men and women. I kid you not. But that is not supposed to be the case with the UP College of Law. We are graduate students, for chrissakes, we should be pampered! And with a population of 700 students or so, signing up should be a breeze! And with the computerized registration system, it should be as easy as getting Kris Aquino to talk about Kris Aquino! But no. Oh no.
I think I'll just wait until tomorrow for my advising and assessment. Hopefully, the madness would have subsided by then.
Welcome back to the salt mines y'all!
1. Where have all the sachets of Pantene conditioner disappeared to? I must have gone to 3 stores last weekend but there was nary a sachet to be found. Either sales must be going really well or the powers that be have decided to stop manufacturing sachets (Noooo!!!).
2. When Kuya Germs dies, will his "That's" babies go to his funeral, or will they also be too busy to attend, just as they're always too busy to guest on "Master Showman"?
3. In pay bathrooms (ihi-2p, dumi-5p), how does the watcher know if the person who goes inside does a Number 1 or a Number 2? Does he have to inspect the finished product or does the whole transaction depend on honesty?
4. What are you supposed to wear under your clothes? Because when one PBB kick out was interviewed and one reporter commented on her sexy dress, she coyly responded that she was wearing nothing but a bra and panty underneath it. Ummmm....that's what you're really supposed to wear as underwear right? Or did I miss a memo?
5. How many more days til Christmas? Summer break? Until I have to take the Bar? :(
Do you know how it is to feel that all is right in the world and how you couldn't be more loved than you already are right at this very moment, hence the feeling of invincibility? You don't? Well too bad for you, because I do.
Not even the thought of Pril in the next few days can damper my spirit.
Wala lang, I just wanted to share :)
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Today I drove my mom to Lipa Batangas for her monthly pilgrimage to the Carmelite Church. It surprised me how I was more or less nonchalant about the entire thing. This coming from a girl who'd come up with a million and one reasons not to drive to UP.
So I guess officially, Lipa is the farthest I've ever driven. But the unofficial remains that, because to make it official would be tantamount to an admission against interest :)
No trip to Lipa would be complete without me gorging on espasol, so that's just what I did. It's funny how everybody in the family knows of my fondness for this powdery delicacy and how everyone indulges my sweet tooth. I would always get espasol as pasalubong and if there is espasol at home, someone would always leave a few pieces for me, because he/she knows how much I like it.
It's the little things that get me while grand gestures are usually just given a perfunctory nod.
Go figure.
With Christmas fast approaching, several enterprising crooks at the NAIA have cooked up another easy money scheme to fund their Christmas shopping. A bullet or two is slipped inside bags with outside zippers and so when the poor sod claims his luggage, he is arrested for carrying an "accessory to a dangerous weapon".
But the story does not end with him in some airport detention room, no, he is carted to the Pasay police station where he has to spend the night alongside recidivists (habitual criminals) and other scums of the earth. And the place ain't no Hilton either. After 12 hours or so inside the slammer, feelers will be sent to see if he's willing to settle the case for a measly sum of 60k, that is, 60k EACH for the judge and whoever else wants to milk him dry. A little bit of haggling occurs and voila, he's a free man once again.
The above situation really happened but in real life, the bullet wasn't found in some man's luggage, it was "discovered" in a 75 year old woman's bag. And the 75 year old woman had to be carried out of the jail cell after she agreed to pay settle with the law enforcement officers. She was carried out because she could barely walk after spending the night in the cramped and stinky jail cell.
The 75 year old woman was represented by our pediatrician's lawyer husband who again had to represent her after the NAIA official found another bullet in her luggage on her way back to the US. Oh well, maybe the lola really was a terrorist or perhaps she just became a juicier target because the crooks already knew that she was willing to settle. You decide.
Atty. Romero says that this sort of case is the third he's handled in the last few months. No surprise there, for it seems to be a very well-oiled operation and it will probably be implemented more now what with the upcoming barrage of balikbayans coming home in time for the holidays. So as not to become a victim, please lock your checked-in luggage, even those outside and side zippers. Or better yet, get one of those hard cases with no zippers or pockets in front or on the side. At least this way, no opportunity will be created for some unscrupulous person to slip in a little extra in your bag and thus create a little extra for himself.
With these uncertain and unstable times, you have to be extra creative to steal earn a peso or two. That's why I get exasperated when people adamantly refuse the money honestly tendered to them! Like this afternoon for example, I went to the drugstore in front of the clinic to buy Eggnog and chips when the munchies hit me. The bill was around 40p so I handed the cashier 500p to pay for my junk food. She pushed the bill back at me saying that they didn't have change for the 500p bill. So I asked her "What do you want me to do about that?" and she told me: "Go and find a smaller bill". To which I responded: "Duh! Isn't that your job?!" and to which she simply gave me a blank stare.
Obviously, her job description wasn't properly delineated in her employee's manual. So I took my business elsewhere and comforted myself with the fact that there is a reason why establishments like FARMACIA ROSALINA will never progress beyond mere mediocrity. When a business whose primary essence is to make a profit blatantly refuses to close a sale (which is the leading, if not the only, source of profit), then there's something fundamentally wrong with the entire thing.
Paging FARMACIA ROSALINA SAN ANTONIO VALLEY BRANCH MANAGER OR OWNER. You have got to pay a closer watch on your employees. At the very least, you have to "admire" the NAIA people for their creativity in making/extorting money, while your people, on the other hand, refuse to receive money if it's not in their desired denomination. Somebody ought to tell them that people are scrambling to make money one way or another all over the country, while they are plain lazy to get off their fat butts and look for change or are too feeble-minded to have the foresight that they ARE a store and that they MAY need some smaller bills for change later on in the day.
What's up with that?!
Okay. I'm through ranting and the stitches from my tooth extraction were removed today, so all is well in my world again. Oh one last thing, the Gaghans were removed from TAR Family Edition last night!:( I was really rooting for them. The kids were so precious and the parents so supportive and loving. IMHO the race lost a little sparkle with them out of the running. But I'm still going to continue watching, if only to see the others gang up on the Weaver family (Florida Team).
FYI, I passed all my subjects for the first semester. I did so by studying a little bit (note the sarcasm) and by making a bargain with God. He and I both agreed that if I get through my penultimate academic semester unscathed, then my mother would fund the construction of a church for Him. So bring out your checkbook mom! :)
It's always nice to start the semester with a clean slate so as not to pollute your mind with vestiges of semesters past. With this tabula rasa, I can now successfully focus on worrying on the upcoming semester without the ghosts of the previous semester waiting at every turn. It's best to worry in a linear manner.
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Halloween became a haunting of some sort when a reunion was held in Ayeese's house for our high school class. The theme was to come in your best 80's attire and I was kinda hesitant to follow it to the letter because the wounds from previous costume parties were still fresh in my mind (read: showing up all bedecked in a bedsheet in keeping up with the gods and goddesses theme, only to find that no one had the same enthusiasm as I did). So I made a half-hearted compromise and came in some sort of a pink mini-dress. However, my sort of costume was not given it's due recognition because of the scene stealers.
Here you have Boy George/Madonna, chick from Flashdance and 80s party girl, and that's me in the pink top (I know, I should be shipped to Cornyville).
But the real scene stealer was Aissa who came in her 5th grade cheerleading outfit! That's right, 5TH GRADE cheerleading outfit. It boggles the mind how she was even able to fit into it. The universe might just as well start imploding as we speak, seeing how she disrupted the time and space continuum, fitting into that ancient thing.
Seriously though, it was a fun night. Seeing all the old faces and hearing the past stories is something we should all do more often. Anyone who thinks otherwise can take the seat next to me on the way to Cornyville.
