UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Being a blogger, I am entitled to express my very self in this blog. But one may go beyond that right and sometimes abuse it. And I am guilty of that. Abuse ranges from add-on fictions to simple exaggerations and finally to damaging lies. And these things often, if not always, yields unfavorable results. So I decided to censored the censore-able, ommit the unneccesary and avoid the untrue not just for this blog but also for the many others. So if you notice some changes in the previous blog entries, that would be the result of this.
I WOULD BE MY SELF's VERY OWN COPY READER.
I WOULD BE MY SELF's VERY OWN COPY READER.
Of False Alarms and Dusk-til-Dawn Partying (Censored)
Everything has been a false alarm. To everyone concerned, all is fine now. Yah, like F-I-N-E. The happenings the night before was just a product of miscommunication and trust issues. But it has been resolved and cleared. So everything is a-okey now.
Speaking of the night before, it was such a v.nice night, the ARKI girls' night-out. I had a wonderful time considering a particular event. Blow-by-blow account? Of course I'll give you. Here goes:
The night commenced at Jikoy's, a bar with live band inside Prime Square along F. Torres St. After we (me, Reane, Karen, Lizlee and Sarah) found ourselves a table to settle on to, we ordered a bucket of RedHorseBeer. In the middle of our discussion on how the band vocalist had different voices (he copies voices, parang voice talent!), Bianca arrived together with Sabs and suggested that we transfer to RedMoon. A few reacted as RedMoon is kinda fancy but was decided that we go on after Myra, Oliver and Nina arrived. So after we drained up the whole 6 bottles, we transferred to RedMoon. *few parts omitted* I pigged out the whole time we were there with the chicken Bianca bought. I decided not to take another. Lizlee left. Heck that girl! (hahahaha). It was around 1:30am when we left and decided to walk our way to AutoShop Compound.
2am we arrived there, and Myra was very giddy to hit the dancefloor inside UrbanClub. But P100 was not worthy of just an hour of dancing since the club closes at 3am. We went inside G-mik instead and sang our hearts out. I sang "WHY" by Avril Lavigne. The finale performance was from Oliver. The lucky song: MAGDALENA. Hahahah!
We hit the roads after our time in G-mik on a SIDECAR! 9 of us, on a sidecar, excluding the driver! Imagine that! Destination: SOUTHPARK. Since every bar in town was closing, our barguide Margie suggested we go to Southpark to party some more since it was 24hour, or so she thought. To our disappointment, Southpark was closed and C5 was too which was our second option. Hunger was hitting everyone and our feet were tired of walking already. So we fetched Sabs in Sequel Ilustre, walking all the way there from C5 since we got off the sidecar already. We waited for Sabs to log-out. Myra, Oliver, Nina and Margie went home ahead of us. Hunger cannot be disregarded by this time so we decided to go to 24-hours McDo Matina. EAT. EAT. EAT. After stuffing our stomaches with fastfood, Reane, Sarah and I went online for an hour before deciding to go home.
"GOD IS A BED" is what's inside my mind by the time I arrived home and hit the sack.
PS: Pictures coming up later. Still need to gather them from those individuals who brought there cameras/camera phones with them.
Speaking of the night before, it was such a v.nice night, the ARKI girls' night-out. I had a wonderful time considering a particular event. Blow-by-blow account? Of course I'll give you. Here goes:
The night commenced at Jikoy's, a bar with live band inside Prime Square along F. Torres St. After we (me, Reane, Karen, Lizlee and Sarah) found ourselves a table to settle on to, we ordered a bucket of RedHorseBeer. In the middle of our discussion on how the band vocalist had different voices (he copies voices, parang voice talent!), Bianca arrived together with Sabs and suggested that we transfer to RedMoon. A few reacted as RedMoon is kinda fancy but was decided that we go on after Myra, Oliver and Nina arrived. So after we drained up the whole 6 bottles, we transferred to RedMoon. *few parts omitted* I pigged out the whole time we were there with the chicken Bianca bought. I decided not to take another. Lizlee left. Heck that girl! (hahahaha). It was around 1:30am when we left and decided to walk our way to AutoShop Compound.
2am we arrived there, and Myra was very giddy to hit the dancefloor inside UrbanClub. But P100 was not worthy of just an hour of dancing since the club closes at 3am. We went inside G-mik instead and sang our hearts out. I sang "WHY" by Avril Lavigne. The finale performance was from Oliver. The lucky song: MAGDALENA. Hahahah!
We hit the roads after our time in G-mik on a SIDECAR! 9 of us, on a sidecar, excluding the driver! Imagine that! Destination: SOUTHPARK. Since every bar in town was closing, our barguide Margie suggested we go to Southpark to party some more since it was 24hour, or so she thought. To our disappointment, Southpark was closed and C5 was too which was our second option. Hunger was hitting everyone and our feet were tired of walking already. So we fetched Sabs in Sequel Ilustre, walking all the way there from C5 since we got off the sidecar already. We waited for Sabs to log-out. Myra, Oliver, Nina and Margie went home ahead of us. Hunger cannot be disregarded by this time so we decided to go to 24-hours McDo Matina. EAT. EAT. EAT. After stuffing our stomaches with fastfood, Reane, Sarah and I went online for an hour before deciding to go home.
"GOD IS A BED" is what's inside my mind by the time I arrived home and hit the sack.
PS: Pictures coming up later. Still need to gather them from those individuals who brought there cameras/camera phones with them.
1 Message Received
We partied.
Got drunk.
Received an awful text message.
Broke up.
Cried.
Cried harder.
Laugh-cry.
Get drunk.
Two puffs.
Walk a mile.
Sang a bitter song.
Diverted mind.
Bar-hopped.
Bar closed.
Walk a mile again.
Ride a jeepney.
Pigged out.
Awful realization.
Slept inside Mcdo.
Walk another distance.
Blogged.
Getting heavy feeling inside chest.
Trying hard not to spill any tear.
FUCK! ITS INDEPENDENCE DAY!
KUDOS TO ME!
Taho. Taho. Taho.
Taho.. (ano ba english translation nito?)I like it warm and saucy. This has been my all-time favorite street food ever. My katabaan since I was a child was due to my addiction to taho. I have been lucky I can tolerate the lactose intake in my system or else I would be like my sister who always experience stomachache when she eats one. Its a mixture of soybean custard, sago pearls, melted kinugay scented with langka, and Manong Taho's sweat, saliva and accidentally-fallen boogers. Nahh just kiddin' (or not).
Everytime I don't have an early class, Manong Taho has been my alarm clock. Everytime I hear him scream his esophagus out to attract attention, he never fails to attract mine. I immediately get up, rush to the kitchen and grab the biggest glass in the rack! Mas malaking baso, mas marami. Nahihiya kasi sila minsan pag hindi napupuno ang baso. HAHAHA! When I can't have a glass of it, I always find myself craving for it in the middle of the day. Meron bang nabibili nito sa mga convenience store or sa grocery? Hanggang tanghali lang kasi usually sila Manong. Hmp! KUNG SINO MANG MAY ALAM NG MGA COMMERCIAL TAHO, UTANG NA LOOB SABIHAN N'YO AKO!
1 month in the making!
At long last, the day of the birth of my pimped blogger has come. *angels singing*
After a full one month of unpimpy-ness, it has been reborn! char!
Ang drama naman talaga. Wala lng, just emphasizing the hardship I've been through before this. (Hindi ako magaling mangalikot ng mga codes, pusod ko lng kinakalikot ko.)
Anyways, I WELCOME ME AND MY HUMBLE BLOG. Hope you do too.
Tatah!
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