You're Celebrating Nothing And You Feel A-Okay

And when you're dancing and laughing and finally living,
Hear my voice in your head and think of me kindly.
- The Smiths

Here are a number of pictures from last Saturday's trip to Enchanted Kingdom (see previous entry), lovely shots courtesy of Mr. Olivier Agustin, otherwise known as Dindo.

Mr. Olivier Agustin

I'm kidding! His nickname is really Obi, and his real name (Olivier) is really pronounced the French way. Obi loves to dance at every standing opportunity, and he also moonlights as a gigolo. Unfortunately, he doesn't make much money because he usually operates on a pro bono basis.

Ms. Abbey Grace Yap

His girlfriend Abbey supports his sideline by coming up with costume designs for his acts and planting labelled tin cans (Support The Pro Bono Gigolo!) beside every Jollibee counter in the county.

(Pictures of Mr. Agustin and Ms. Yap were lifted without permission from Ms. Yap's Multiply account.)

Anyway, the pictures:

In line for the Jungle Log Jam: Abbey, me, Bruce, and some random strangers.

Hey man throw that into the wash! Bruce, me, and Abbey.

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Be Happy Be Arbitrary! Part Two:

In other news, I am once again itching to get another piercing up my left ear. I got 6 of them running up my earlobe right now, and I think I want a seventh one. The compulsion latches on to me every year, it seems. And whenever I go home to Davao for Christmas, my aunts and uncles appraise me warily, unsure about what the multiple piercings might signify. I want to tell them that it means nothing, that it's probably comparable to their own small obsessions: the acquisition of new cars and businesses, the creation of perfect babies whom everyone will fawn over.
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