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Everything smells and tastes like cheap cigarettes and bitter, lukewarm beer. It's Catholic guilt, I'm sure.
Details? Sarj. She sums it up pretty nicely. But, fine, I'll do my stinking job...
Watched Bakeretta (is that how you spell it?) at CCP (Atlantika), with Charz, Gab, Nikay and Sarj. Of course, someone broke her slippers and had to buy "overpriced" ones. Three emo kids hung out at Shoeville, smoking ciggies, while some ditz with curly hair stood around with tears in her eyes, trying to breathe and pretending that she's not trying too hard. And then Mr. Designated Driver screeched by, ten minutes and thousands of miles before the play began. And we all got lost. But really, can you feel the love tonight? It's a whole new world out there and it's simply the circle of life.
Sorry. LSS-ing, to the bewilderment of my young roommies.
Then we drag-raced a couple of times; hindi mawawala yun since Mr. Designated Driver's abilities have been restricted to U-turning along Katips. And the proverbial life-flashing-before-one's-eyes happened lotsa times too. Especially when, on the way home, I glanced over at Gab and saw he was sleepy as hell. That really did me in.
Okay. To the play. We got lost, of course. Again. Parking, blah. Entered play thingie with fifteen minutes left in the first act. Of course, three-fourths of my gigantic ass was hanging off the triangular seating. Galing.
And I saw the greatest nightmare of my high school years come to life: Rainier Castillo. Hello, little boy with the I'm-A-Moron smile.
I'm a level five. I've got boobs. (I think.)
Then we went to Chowking (to the utter disappointment of Charz, who wanted to traipse to Malate and corrupt us innocent ones), where a haunted gravy saucer, well, haunted us.
Hello, Kuya Bodjie, Kiwi, Kristeta Aquilino and Girl with Erect Headlights for boobs. (You get what I mean.) Jollibee porn!
Oh, and the play was nice. Real funny. Yep, that's the extent of the review.
<<-->>
Slept over at Nikita Launcher's, where I nearly plunged into depression when we learned that no one was willing to sell us liquor past 2 in the morning; that I learned how profound it is to walk into someone's vagina and stay there FOREVER; that I can so drink a can (of sorts) of really nasty tasting Red Horse beer; that I will never get this smoking thing.
Labyu, Nik. (And I imagine you squirming.)
Kiwi!
(predated)
Details? Sarj. She sums it up pretty nicely. But, fine, I'll do my stinking job...
Watched Bakeretta (is that how you spell it?) at CCP (Atlantika), with Charz, Gab, Nikay and Sarj. Of course, someone broke her slippers and had to buy "overpriced" ones. Three emo kids hung out at Shoeville, smoking ciggies, while some ditz with curly hair stood around with tears in her eyes, trying to breathe and pretending that she's not trying too hard. And then Mr. Designated Driver screeched by, ten minutes and thousands of miles before the play began. And we all got lost. But really, can you feel the love tonight? It's a whole new world out there and it's simply the circle of life.
Sorry. LSS-ing, to the bewilderment of my young roommies.
Then we drag-raced a couple of times; hindi mawawala yun since Mr. Designated Driver's abilities have been restricted to U-turning along Katips. And the proverbial life-flashing-before-one's-eyes happened lotsa times too. Especially when, on the way home, I glanced over at Gab and saw he was sleepy as hell. That really did me in.
Okay. To the play. We got lost, of course. Again. Parking, blah. Entered play thingie with fifteen minutes left in the first act. Of course, three-fourths of my gigantic ass was hanging off the triangular seating. Galing.
And I saw the greatest nightmare of my high school years come to life: Rainier Castillo. Hello, little boy with the I'm-A-Moron smile.
I'm a level five. I've got boobs. (I think.)
Then we went to Chowking (to the utter disappointment of Charz, who wanted to traipse to Malate and corrupt us innocent ones), where a haunted gravy saucer, well, haunted us.
Hello, Kuya Bodjie, Kiwi, Kristeta Aquilino and Girl with Erect Headlights for boobs. (You get what I mean.) Jollibee porn!
Oh, and the play was nice. Real funny. Yep, that's the extent of the review.
<<-->>
Slept over at Nikita Launcher's, where I nearly plunged into depression when we learned that no one was willing to sell us liquor past 2 in the morning; that I learned how profound it is to walk into someone's vagina and stay there FOREVER; that I can so drink a can (of sorts) of really nasty tasting Red Horse beer; that I will never get this smoking thing.
Labyu, Nik. (And I imagine you squirming.)
Kiwi!
(predated)
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