The Aging Cream

The Aging Cream

How it works:

1 - Erect candles. Light it up and face the light at a considerable distance, within reach of your blowing capability. Close your eyes. The heat emitted by the candles agitates the epidermal layer of your face, resulting in a slight reddening. If there's a painful burning sensation you're probably too close to the flame.

2 - While your eyes are closed think that no matter how much you wish you would like to be young again, it will never ever happen except if you live in an alternative universe. So, you just have to face your useless self-denial; or

3 - Accept your fate, wish for something within reach and just blow the damn candles.

4 - Kill the cake!


Birthfest 2005

Part from having some friends all over the place, I got to celebrate my birthday in segments. Of course, this involve considerable amount of alcohol I carnally gloat on myself on three (or four) days out of the year.

Friends and relatives from Manila started calling me at four in the morning. I apologize I wasn't able to answer their calls because a) I was asleep, and b) it was four in the morning. But hey I thank you all for the cutesy messages you left me. You know who you are.

The Franciscos prepared a small feast for me complete with banners and balloons. This is my first time to celebrate away from my family. We had spaghetti, chicken, fruit salad and the aging cream mango cake. And yes it's true, we put hotdog in our pasta... Guys, appreciate what you done for moi.

SD's fam got seafood for me last Saturday. Both of us celebrated at a mini-golf putting balls at a Chinese temple, phony medieval castle and faux volcano slopes. This was my first time to feel the swinging adrenaline. Doesn't take too much skill but a little patience works.

Sunday, I had pizza delivery from Via Mia's. Recommendation by Jenny. Party for everybody.

Tuesday - My friend K and I played the safe side and went to Elephant bar again to celebrate. I don't know about that restaurant but they don't intend to keep patrons hanging long by changing the menu every 6 months. I was so looking forward to a Yam Yai Salmon, instead they left me disappointed. Next best thing? You got it, the carnal alcohol.

Wednesday, I almost got away without Boss#2 knowing it. But someone spilled and I got a pizza lunch with my co-workers. As I gulped down Amici's and a Draeger's lemon cake I was wondering how far my stomach could handle the food stress, for only three hours later I was to start working my mouth again at Outback Steakhouse with my roomies. I totally stoked on fries, fish and my last one I hope, a mug Tropical Raspberry Rum.

Cheers! For it is already 11 pm and I am tired to think of a catchy ending to this all.