return of the comeback

The trip back to Cebu was one for the books- ala Amazing Race ito!
I had to host our office Christmas party last Friday and had a flight to catch that same night, not to mention the usual last minute things that people never seem to tire of. Is it just me or were we all running 'round like headless chickens?

The party was so much fun, too bad I really couldn't get into the mood since my mind and half of my ass was already on the way to the airport. Friday night+rush hour+Chrismas frenzy = panic mode. So here I was, all glammed up and trying to make chika to my long-time crush of all seasons, and I had to freakin' leave! Aaargh! He is just so gorgeous and smart, and sporty and nice, and artistic, and... and... hay.
Anyways, Anna and I went off to the MRT and lugged our (*ehem, MY) things and hauled our asses all the way to Taft station, met up with Kuya Al and we were merrily on our way to the airport, where, surprise, surprise! We all checked in as effortlessly as seasoned jetsetters.
The bigger news, however, was shoti winning the grand prize in the idol gig and whoopee! we get to share in the basket of goodies hehe. So proudness and kilig- shoti is now officially a celebrity! woohoo!

And now, am back in Cebu for a few days and it seems the same but not quite the same, it seems like I'm home but I'm not, it seems like I'm welcome but I'm not.