my weekend was so tiring. sleepless, i had to meet up with my buds at starbucks metrowalk for a quick bonding. damn! its been 5 months since we last went out. while waiting for alvin, we went to the videoke booth and belted out a few tones. we went to the canteen and ate lechon manok and grilled liempo. it was getting late and we're running out of options... so i decided to have my friends crash into my place, since they haven't seen my place since i moved dec 2007. we're supposed to buy ice and consume the beer that i have from the last party at my crib.
we took a cab to c5 and stayed at my place a bit. i had to check my fridge to find something they could eat. nothing was there except cookies, loacker and the cake we bought 2 days prior. a few slices of tiramisu overmelt.. (yum yum). a few sticks of cig and a few comments bout my crib and we went to pier 1. that was around 1 am. we had sisig, extra joss, a tower of beer, blueberry and strawberry vodka cruisers and weng weng. NO DAIQUIRIS...but itwas ok.
we experimented on the drinks that we had (extra joss and the beer, the vodka cruisers and the weng weng) and surprisingly enjoyed the good mixes we talked bout lot of things (thats our talent, talking about anything under the sun). a few hours after, chacha was already saying a lot of things, and carisse is a bit bored and sleepy. we decided to head back to camp.
we stopped at ministop and got some cofee chicken , dumplings and noodles. chacha has been blabbering non-stop and has been annoying the hell out of ella so we had her change her clothes and hit the sack. by 6am, everyone has been snoring. i woke alvin up so he can prepare to go home to Bulacan as it was mother's day then. carisse woke up 730 am and was supposed to leave early, but ended up staying until 1130 am with cha and ella watching "LAUGHTRIP" i mean, "EUROTRIP".
a few minutes after they left...i was strucked by mixed emotions..sad that we only have limited time for each other..and happy as we can still bond and make each and everyone feel that there is still place for all of us..inside the pretty fucked up selves of ours...i thought of an old alcoholic man, who despite the bottles of liquor that lavished his tastebuds, his throat still has a place for a splash of stale vodka. the the very first one that quenched his thirst and uplifted his spirit..
-kim: jackass!!! lets have coffee some time...
-ius: you still owe me a lot of stories. i miss the serious times.
-berna: ok..im cutting you some slack.
just let meknow when we can have coffee
