If we are to follow the lunar calendar, I am not yet through spanking the monkey and so are you.

With superstitions thrown out the window with worries that my last paycheck sank me 2,500 pesos deeper in debt, technically I won't be a guaranteed deadbeat for the coming year. Oh nonsense. Pero grabe the year that was, to borrow Startalk.

While doing my annual post-mortem I chanced upon the prosperity candles we lit last year, which must've come true depending on one's perspective. More green (wealth) and less blue (peace) in the House of 2004. Too bad we weren't able to source candles for this year, leaving me in anticipation what the year of the wooden cock would bring. Raging hard-(to prolong the pun) earned money perhaps.



Factoids I learned on New Year's Eve:

1. Some perv googled "naked picture of carlo maceda" and this blog popped. The mechanism was explained by my 90's post:
a) naked, courtesy of Keng's link, The Naked Blogger;
b) The heart of this entry could go on but you get the picture.;
c) Kris Aquino was erstwhile massacre queen...while Carlo and Donna raked in the profits...;
d) ...ST gave way to TF faster than Anna Maceda changed her name to Rosanna Roces.

"Concatenation for Pervy Googlers" will be on your shelves this year. Promise.

2. Vangelis' Chariots of Fire sounds like the Hawaii Five-o track where the orchestra must've dreamily smoking weed and gudang garam. It's my current ring tone and I'm tempted to don a grass skirt and do a tai chi routine.

3. Seedless grapes frozen for days and plunked in unchilled white wine is much better than chilling the wine in your ref. Impale the grapes in toothpick and imitate Naomi Campbell's mahtini-eez-a-pahty. Ang coňo!

4. People who talk more think less. Quote me on that.

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