Tuesday, November 25, 2003
DRINKS UP IN TAGAYTAY
I'm with Abbie right now in this strange internet cafe. Almost everyone else we know went home because tomorrow there's a holiday. Those who remained just joined forces and we're going to Tagaytay for a night out of drinking. Not beer, but Mocca Frap! Damn, I have a craving for coffee right now. When I see beer, I get so sick. I remember throwing up last Thursday night at Charmagne's dorm from the Em-P and the El Grande-sized Red Horse. That was the first time I threw up at a drinking session.
What's with drinking lately? First of all, I don't just throw myself into a drinking session. It isn't even just an ordinary drinking session. I drink with people I trust, that I know trust me, and who are also responsible. The people I drank with last Thursday for Keith's blowout were my classmates.
Anyways, tonight is different. No drinking, at least, not in any excess... joke. Seriously, no drinking. I just want some frap and some cool air up in the Tagaytay Highlands.
With us is Lance, then Basil & Gail, Karl and his brother Kelvin, Kevin, Brian, Abbie, and Andrew. Of course, we're with Ed... who is like our kuya.
***
Certain revelations happened today in, well, you know what... anyways, things have gotten a bit more complicated than expected. And speaking of expecting, wala naman akong expectations other than getting my truest form of feelings out on the table.
I've been sorting some things out recently and I think I'm just about done sorting them. I know what my objectives are and I sort of understand where she's coming from. I really, really want to talk to her. That's the biggest thing I need right now, to talk to her. To be able for the two of us to explain to each other what questions that lie in our heads.
***
Ok, enough about that for now... (but as i stop mentioning it here in my blog, it's on constant replay in my head). I'm going to surf for a few more minutes before they pick Abbie and me up here in this strange internet cafe. When we entered, the guy who accomodated us had this strange picture of a hairy chest on his PC screen. And then, when we sat down... the keyboards look like they were recycled from 1988 or something. Sheesh. I'll stop complaining. Gotta go friendster now!
I'm with Abbie right now in this strange internet cafe. Almost everyone else we know went home because tomorrow there's a holiday. Those who remained just joined forces and we're going to Tagaytay for a night out of drinking. Not beer, but Mocca Frap! Damn, I have a craving for coffee right now. When I see beer, I get so sick. I remember throwing up last Thursday night at Charmagne's dorm from the Em-P and the El Grande-sized Red Horse. That was the first time I threw up at a drinking session.
What's with drinking lately? First of all, I don't just throw myself into a drinking session. It isn't even just an ordinary drinking session. I drink with people I trust, that I know trust me, and who are also responsible. The people I drank with last Thursday for Keith's blowout were my classmates.
Anyways, tonight is different. No drinking, at least, not in any excess... joke. Seriously, no drinking. I just want some frap and some cool air up in the Tagaytay Highlands.
With us is Lance, then Basil & Gail, Karl and his brother Kelvin, Kevin, Brian, Abbie, and Andrew. Of course, we're with Ed... who is like our kuya.
***
Certain revelations happened today in, well, you know what... anyways, things have gotten a bit more complicated than expected. And speaking of expecting, wala naman akong expectations other than getting my truest form of feelings out on the table.
I've been sorting some things out recently and I think I'm just about done sorting them. I know what my objectives are and I sort of understand where she's coming from. I really, really want to talk to her. That's the biggest thing I need right now, to talk to her. To be able for the two of us to explain to each other what questions that lie in our heads.
***
Ok, enough about that for now... (but as i stop mentioning it here in my blog, it's on constant replay in my head). I'm going to surf for a few more minutes before they pick Abbie and me up here in this strange internet cafe. When we entered, the guy who accomodated us had this strange picture of a hairy chest on his PC screen. And then, when we sat down... the keyboards look like they were recycled from 1988 or something. Sheesh. I'll stop complaining. Gotta go friendster now!
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