One of my favorite autobiographies… a definite must read, if you haven’t already. #RIP #NelsonMandela
#Snoopzilla x #DamFunk bringin’ that Fonk! #7DaysofFunk #Stonesthrow #jimmykimmellive @snoopdogg @dam_funk (at Jimmy Kimmel Live Outdoor Mini-concert)
One of my Best Friends from High School, Kevin, got married this past Labor Day Weekend. Kevin becomes the first out of my close friends to get married, edging all of us out right before we turn thirty next year. I’m glad it was Kevin to take the lead on this one. He may be the only one married for at least a few more years.
I was at this wedding to deliver my first Best Man speech, which I thought went pretty well. I did not have to use my note card that sat at the bottom of my coat pocket. One of the bridesmaids heckled for me not to cry, and I responded well to the interruption. I even had a few laughs from the party. I guess some champagne and a few shots really helped loosen me up before I had to give the most important speech of my life in front of some of my oldest and closest friends.
My dad and I decided to try this modern Filipino restaurant called Mesa on my last night in the Philippines. My Dad still has another week before he and my Mom travel back to the United States. The food was delicious. Shrimp cakes, two different types of beef, and fried Tilapia filled up our stomachs. I definitely had a small appetite because of being sick the past couple days, but the food was so good that I forced myself to eat.
We headed back to the hotel right after dinner to catch the FIBA Asia championship game between the Philippines and Iran. Both teams are already guaranteed a spot in the 2014 FIBA World Cup in Spain. This was a big accomplishment for the Philippines. Many celebrities, politicians, and athletes were in attendance. The game even featured an interview with Pacquiao. Last year, The Philippines finished fourth place. The Philippines ended up getting Silver this time around.
I paid a visit to the Ayala Museum. I was not allowed to take photos, but I managed to take a few. The diorama floor of the museum was the best part in my opinion. The diorama sequenced the history of the Filipino people from ancient times up until now.
I was not feeling well the next day. I think it was a combination of a hangover and a slight fever. Jernel told me we both drank water last night from the bar and not from bottles. The fever I have is probably from this since he was feeling sick as well. Jernel actually drove to his girlfriend’s house last night, dropped her off, and told her to let him sleep in his car haha! I got up out of bed in the afternoon, headed over to a Ramen spot, bought extra extra strength Tylenol, and bought a Sarsi to drink at the hotel. I did not want to do anything for the rest of the day haha!
Wednesday night was the craziest night. My longtime friend Jernel was able to get me to dj at a bar/restaurant called URBN located at Fort Bonifacio. URBN reminded me of the high end bars we had back in the states. I felt right at home in this part of the city. I look at Fort Bonifacio as the cross between Santa Monica’s Third Street Promenade and Downtown Long Beach without being next to the ocean.
My set was not until 12:45a so we worked on the first bottle of vodka. The night was a blur after that. Next thing I know, I’m taking random tequila shots, I’m finished djing, and we’re on our way to the club just a walk away, called Prive. I did not get home until 7am. I felt the early morning humidity as I stumbled back to my hotel room. My dad had already left for his one day trip to his hometown, Olongapo. It was perfect because I needed to be alone with a hangover of this magnitude. I definitely felt the pain that next day.
My sister had to leave the day after we got back to Manila. So, she wanted to do some last minute shopping before we checked into our hotel in Makati, the Dusit Thani. She bought a bottle of Filipino rum, and some Cuban rum which is definitely not available in the United States. She also stocked up on dried mangoes and polvoron. We checked into the hotel around 1pm, but the room was not ready until 2:30pm. We soon found out that most of the FIBA Asia teams were staying at our hotel until August 11 for the twenty seventh FIBA Asia Championship. There were some familiar NBA faces on the Iranian and Chinese teams.
I’m djin tonight at @URBN_BGC at the Fort…if you’re in Manila too, hit me up. @stylesentertainment @UTTcrew @_fresmenent #DrankFuhDrank #FortBonifacio #Manila #Makati
On our last night in Iligan, we hurried to by all of our souvenirs. We stopped by a shop where a lot of our furniture back home was from. The store was run by a Muslim couple. My Mom knew them fairly well since they talked as my sister and I looked for goods to buy.
We had dinner later on in the night with a couple that owned the restaurant we ate at yesterday, Fontina, and the hotel next door we were staying at. I ordered an ice cold San Miguel beer as my parents shared stories with the couple. The man was quite conversational switching from speaking Tagalog to my parents and speaking English to my Sister and I. We walked to the hotel right after dinner. We ended the night early to rest. My Dad, Carla, and I had to leave the hotel at 4:30am to make our flight back to Manila at 7am. My mother had to stay here for the remainder of her trip to take care of business at her gym.
My mom, driving in the rain, pulls over to tell our bodyguard to head back to PowerHaus…my mom’s Badminton gym.
We waited for my Mom at The Timoga spring pools. My Mom did not go swimming with us because she attended a meeting with the newly elected Mayor of Iligan. We waited for rain to calm down before we walked down the flight of steps leading down to the exit. My Mom parked her maroon Toyota van right in front so that we would not have to walk in mud. We all got in the van and a new bodyguard assigned to us got on his motor bike. Joval was in Manila that morning taking a Police exam.
My mom drove the van wildy in the rain, overtaking other cars and speeding. She was more in control driving in the Philippines, which was the total opposite of her driving in California haha!
My mom drove us to my Grandfather’s grave located on a hillside cemetery. My Grandfather’s death in 1992 saddened many in the town. He was a well known engineer, councilman, and humanitarian in the city. He provided many less fortunate in the city a home to sleep in without asking for anything back. There is a busy city street named after his family last name, Ramiro. My Mom forgot the key to open the entrance to his grave, so we were only able to view it from the door. The grave was in the middle of a room well equipped with its own bathroom.