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On Drinking, Drugs, Death, Dancing, Dodgeball, Etc
Isang malaking LULZZZZZZZZZ para sa’yo!
Balita ko yung last post mo ay ‘another quitting story.’ Ayun, just another quitting story from you nga.
One month pala ha, one week pa lang ang nakakalipas uy. Tsk, weak ka na nga sa inuman, weak pa and determinasyon.
Sunday afternoon, nood daw ng sine. Tinapos muna ang UAAP Cheerdance Competition saka bumira sa ‘traffic.’ Ang nood-tayo-ng-sine eventually ay naging food trip dahil as usual hindi na naman nagmeet ang lowbrow us [Me and Karen] at highbrow cultured John. Decided to have a short booze night, with bonus lectures about certain stuff useful in the future and right now.
Experiencing John's newest baby. I was actually reading an article about John Lloyd-Shaina controversy. 
Yes, he's the most maarte person you'll ever meet.
- I was supposed to look like I don’t like the food but it turns out like I have diarrhea.
Sharing some highlights of the beach buddies September reunion:
- Made lait each other, on who gained and lose (if there’s any) weight.
- As John says, some tasteless and grin conversation about this one Tagalog word.
- Came up with a brilliant idea of finally creating a Facebook page for our dear Sen. Coz we missed this person sooooooo much. <3 I just thought of this a while back, since we were discussing yesterday about my and Karen’s really really old phone, why not donate it to Sen when we get to be with her again so she and John could play phone dodgeball again? lol I’ll never really forget that night.
- Added on the list of the ultimate signs of drunkenness: when you’re seriously talking about death.
- John was so weary having been awake for almost 48 hours yet he still wants to drink. On the other hand, I wanted to dance. Half the music was spent dragging him from the table to dance floor. Thank God he gave in.
- I am a certified patay-gutom when tipsy. On ordinary days, I don’t think I would enjoy Chow king’s Wanton noodles.
They wouldn’t let the night pass without giving me one hellish friendly lectures. Here’s a proof that they really are MY FRIENDS. Words of wisdom from them:
- Don’t change the person you used to be for someone you think would be better, lalo na kung hindi ka magiging masaya dun. Because the person you used to be is YOU. (sort of like that)
- We are young and we are still in the midst of discovering/experimenting on what we really want. (I already know this and they just didn’t give me the chance to speak. :p)
- You are becoming the person you used to hate.
They’re just really insisting that I return to my old self, beacsue they damn miss the old me (awwwww) the drunkard bitch who’s always up for anything fun for us. All they wanna say is that if I would totally removed drinking out of your life (yez i am planning to do so) it’s like turning my back on socializing. No vice means dull boring life. And seriously, I’m meditating on these words. I really love my friends for making things complicated for me.
Not Another Streetdrinking Adventure
Sharing some photos of last week’s night out with friends and newfound friends. Yes, this is the event that lead to my writing the former entry.
I went to MOA for dinner before Tinn’s movie date. Tinn asked me to wear something collegey slash my boyish a.k.a. mukhang-siga-kaya-napagkakamalang-lesbiana porma wayback college- meaning jeans, shirt and flops (supposedly sneakers but it’s hot). But then this girl forgot about our ‘theme’ and instead wore the exact opposite of our college days porma.
Isang Sabado ng Gabi sa Malate
Habang May Pera
Totoo nga ang sabi ng isa kong sis, walang matitira sa unang sweldo.
Bukod kay Karen na ka-one on one ko nung Biyernes, (may bantay kasi kaya di ko masyadong mahatak sa mga lakad), ang kaperahan na natanggap ko last week ay nilustay kasama ang mga bagong kakilala.
Dahil once a week (maswerte na ang twice) na lang nasasayaran ng alcohol ang aking lalamunan, eh di pumayag na rin sumabit sa lakad ng barkada nila. At isa pa, lagi ko na lang tinatanggihan si Vanessa pag nag-aaya lumabas o magsimba. Kaya kahit naka-sked ang paglalaba nang gabing iyon, go na muna sa gimik. Tutal para sa mga tulad kong galit sa alak, ginawa ang Sabado para magsaya.
Habang nagbibihis, iniisip ko kung ano bang klase yung mga kaibigan niya. Baka magmukha akong basura sa harap nila. Sa Baguio kasi pag nagbabar kami, dun lang sa pang-masa, yung okey lang nakatsinelas.
Nagmake-up si Van. Kelangan ko rin bang mag make-up? May make-up kit ako pero ginagamit ko lang sa mga okasyon na kelangan talaga magkolorete. Siyempre nanaig ang katamaran. Naglagay lang ako ng powder at lip balm. Inuman lang naman yun.
