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Monday, March 3, 2008

Faces of HB #2

Mga labas ngala-ngala


Mga labas dila




Wala akong makitang iba e, demure talaga, labas lang ang ngipin


8 comments:

Reeyah said...

kita ba ngalangala ko? patingin nga...ay oo nga. hihihihihihi

jellybelly said...

reeya, kita full set ng ngipin mo...incisors, molars etc :)

Purple Pig! said...

buti nawala yung isang comment sino ba yun?

jellybelly said...

oo nga. ni click ko ba naman...hinarang ng filter natin...unauthorized website daw :(

carmie....HINDI DEMURE SI KAREN! HINDI! HINDI! HINDI! hanap ka pa piture.

Purple Pig! said...

hindi ba sya demure? pagpapanggap lang pala yun.

jellybelly said...

mama carms ang bata mo pa sa piture ;-)

Purple Pig! said...

uy dec 2006 lang yan....bata pa rin ako tignan hanggang ngayon ah di ba di ba

jellybelly said...

op kors naman mama carms...parang 18 lang :)

Quotes

Friday, September 14, 2007

It was 12 June. Independence Day. After an all-morning badminton games, we headed to Persiana, an Indian restaurant along the busy Street of Pioneer, Mandaluyong. We slumped on this long table which comfortably sits 8 famished addicts (holiday na nga, pumasok pa sa opisina para maglaro ng badminton). Cler suggested the resto so we asked her for recommendations. Order here, order there. You can imagine the buzzing of the table - 7 hot ladies and a lone hunk! Talking all at the same time - hecklin', shoutin', laughin', and bitchin'! And we were all bondats!

Since we stuffed ourselves, you might think we calmed down after that. Nah ah! Everyone was hyper - every conversation was carried out in high pitch tone, full of angst! Until one of us hot blooded chick got carried away with her kwento that another chick had to check her pulse on the neck, uttering, "High blood ka ba???!!!" Everyone had a good laugh at that scene and since then "high blood ka ba?" or HB for short has been used in every opportunity. Like, EVERY opportunity. You think it ended here? Nope. In the spirit of spontaneity, one chick suddenly suggestted that we go for coffee and dessert at.......... Tagaytay City! And off we went to Tagaytay (minus the lovely couple C&M). The roadtrip was non-stop hecklin' shoutin' laughin' and bitchin' plus getting lost in Highway 41 (it refers to Exit 41 but for some reason, we call it Highway 41). Caveat: Don't you dare get lost on a road trip. You will never hear the end of it. Never.

There you go - the intro on how the blog name came to be. How about the highlights of the day? It's worth posting, too!

K had a chocolate bar as palaman for her tinapay. Seriously. Kailangan inuulit ang salita ng dalawang beses.
Kailangan inuulit ang salita ng dalawang beses.
M was entirely glued on her PDA the whole time. Anti-Social of the Year.
The birth of Row 1, Row 2 and Row 3
Coffee and dessert at Starbucks, Tagaytay - overlooking Taal Volcano
The famous air-conditioner of the spaceship - dalawang tao lang nakinabang sa aircon pero anim ang pasahero
No sleeping during the entire trip - back and forth
And the most important lesson we learned at the end of the day: if you have a car, ensure that the car stereo is working. You don't want to get stuck in traffic with chicks with iPods.


 

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