scenes from a new year party
at the two thousand and twelve countdown in hong kong, i was inside one of the city's hottest bars wearing a mask, joining thousands of other revelers dancing, sweating it out while waiting for the clock to strike, what else, but twelve? while it was fun, fab and very gossip gurl, nothing compares to the new year's party in manille. last night, after a short visit to the greenbelt chapel to say thanks to heaven for all the good things that happened in two thousand and twelve as well as for the challenges that i successfully hurdled, i went straight to ayala avenue to taste the foods being sold on the stalls and to get fabulously drunk! %%%%%% just like any celebration in the country, the new year's eve party had the fiesta, flea market atmosphere to it what with all the food stalls selling different kinds of food (the usual fare: lechon, sisig, barbecue, grilled chicken, callos, fried rice, siomai), drinks, cigarettes and other knick knacks. then there were the ...