Saturday, February 9, 2008

Balitang K: The Reunion Part 1

As chronicled by Glenn Ala at 7:11 AM
Guess who's in town?

None other than our good friend and former colleague at then the nation's #1 news magazine show, Balitang K - the ever bubbly, Millette Burgos, also known as Kutilpa of the The Missing Link and MB's House of Blues blogspots, who arrived from Singapore on Wednesday.

Had coffee with her at Megamall before I brought her to Kokum's house of song (the Stickdreams office). Here she is posing with Eve.

And with me, of course.

We had dinner after at Capisce! in Metrowalk, since we thought we all wanted some peace and quiet. But then, a group of not-so-young musicians came on stage and ruined it all. So much for peace and quiet!

Capped the night with coffee at Starbucks. Too bad I had to leave early since it was my sister's birthday. (Will post pictures of the birthday celebration soon as my sister-in-law sends them.)

Needless to say, we had fun talking and keeping abreast of each others' lives. We will see each other again today, Saturday, at the blessing of Eve's commercial complex. Then later, we're heading out to meet some of our other former colleagues in Balitang K.

To Tiya Millette, it was great to see you again. Hope you had fun with us, and of course, with your dear old Popoy, hubby, Raymond. Hehe.

See you in Singapore in March!
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 12, 2009 at 9:43 PM

    Yikes! Ngayon ko lang nakita ito! I really packed the pounds then no? Seems like a lifetime ago...

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  2. Glenn AlaMay 12, 2009 at 9:46 PM

    yes, a lifetime, considering all that has happened :-)

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