OK. I know the three of you who constantly read this blog are quite surprised that I still exist because here's another entry, after almost a lifetime of not writing anything. It was either I didn't have anything to say or I had so much to say I didn't know where to start. I don't know really. I know, I'm not making any sense. Now you're starting to realize I'm better off not blogging and you're starting to wonder why did you ever have to click on that Friendster link saying I updated my blog. Now you're reading crap. Hey, it's good to read crap once in a while. At least you're not expecting to read something sensible. Less disappointments.
One of my officemates is threatening to read this blog. I refuse to give the web address to avoid her from confirming I'm a weirdo. Andrea, if you're reading this please stop right now. I mean it.
Anyway.
Daryl, Rio, Ria, and yours truly met up last Saturday at Marquin(g?)ton in Marikina. I didn't know there's such a place. Anyway, we just sat there at Starbucks and talked and talked and then talked some more. They played arcade until their hands started to involuntarily shake due to perennial shooting of zombies. Somebody needs to give Daryl at least P1000 worth of Timezone credit, exclusive for House of the Dead. Thank god the place closes at 10pm. I had no plans of sleeping there. I would've gone home after that but my Tita said I should sleep over at the twins' house instead because it was late. Yes, 10pm is late for her and she doesn't want me going home at that hour. I could've been in a beerhouse together with good-for-nothing social rejects and she'd prefer I stay there rather than go home.
Then last Wednesday I met up with Ria at the Galleria. I was late for ten minutes and I wouldn't hear the end of it. TEN MINUTES. I wonder what her boyfriend does to her. Is it one one the side effects of falling in love? Ria, I repeat that I want to meet that object of affection of yours.
By the way, thanks to you and your mom for letting me sleep over. I was drunk and my head was aching until 2am. I got up at 5am. I was so ready to get out of there because embarrassment was quite starting to sink in. I was drunk, wasted, and people who are not even close to being distant relatives were seeing how pathetic I am.
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Check out this site: http://www.freewebs.com/xiao_19/. It's being maintained by Theng. Miss you Theng.
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Happy Birthday to Inah.
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This is Rio, don't read my blog; it's been ages since I last posted. In any case, you three are a bunch of drunkards, I mean you, ria and daryl. Jesus. Let's go out again next weekend, I need to get out. daryl's hard hit for House of the Dead 4, somebody kill her please.
Ria to,
oy, muntik na kaya kitang iwanan don. ang tagal mo kaya. sus. akalo ko pa naman boss ka. hahahaha!
mga poknat kayo
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