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It's been quite a while.
I've been finding myself slipping into memories so easily. Like a bird of prey that just glides in and out of the water, i find myself slipping in and out of everything, parting waves and waves of anxiety, worry, and fears so easily.
Anyway, this picture was taken the week before last. A lot of plans were made to go out of the city, to explore new beaches, (heh)sunrises and sunsets, but ultimately all of that planning (or the lack of it) lead us to here, to this place right smack in Manila, a few rides from UST. There was absolutely no planning involved; we just specified a time, a place and a date, and bam. There we were. I distinctly remember coming home to a facebook message telling me that a bunch of people would come by in the late afternoon to make Jello shots. Sure, no problem, I typed in, my hands dancing on the keyboard and my mind racing to see what part of the house i should clean up first.
We were so careful in making these; we made sure that the right amount of flavor was put in and the taste was enough and such... but nope. Ultimately they all just tasted the same. Walang lasa. haha.
The next day found me lugging about a dozen of these things in an old 3 litre ice cream box, two boxes of nachos, a quarter pound of ground beef, a dozen frozen hotdogs and some other things around the city. We crashed at Nichola's and spent a far longer time cooking nachos, baked potatoes, and other stuff than we did eating.
A perfect afternoon, that's what it was.
Anyway, we can't stay out too late there, so we cleaned up and settled in at Fessa's, way up north (heh). We tried finishing of the Jello shots (a single 3 litre box was still left. strangely we didn't seem to finish it all. i wonder why) while playing cards in the wee hours of dawn, but nope. The bed called out; it was useless to resist.
After cooking breakfast, we hung around at their front steps and used their videoke machine. Theirs was this huge wooden monster on wheels, the kind that you had to press buttons to list down your song.
It's funny though, how a person claims ownership of a song. I could name three songs that are inexplicably tied to a single person, simply because it's part of his/her own little song menu. Hours and hours of playing Rockband has its benefits e. Haha.
After that, it was back to the south again, this time to the area near MOA, where this cute little Korean salon existed: Tiara. Pek had apparently inherited the right to a voucher for a curling procedure worth more than a PlayStation 2 for a just fraction of it, and we were to witness the rebirth of our straight-haired friend.
After a few minutes of trudging here and there at MOA in search for the perfect curling formula, it was time to part ways.
Yep. Just ways. Not destinies.
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On my way home from Lawton one evening, i happened upon this guy from high school. It was surprising really; i climbed into the back of the van (at the very back) for some shut-eye, and when i plopped into my seat, i didn't realize that i knew the guy. He greeted me, and my default xbc instincts came in. I said hello back and asked how he was doing. Anyway,some background: we weren't exactly close, and i'm sure that calling him a friend would be a great stretch. I only just knew the guy from my freshman and sophomore years, but we've always remained amicable all throughout high school.
Anyway, he just quit from his work. He's now unemployed, but he's happy, as he's taking the time to review for his upcoming test for ambassadorship. Anyway, when i voiced out my feelings about work and it's complexities, he handed me a card for the chief recruiter of the company that he's worked for.
I protested, saying that it's too much ganyan ganyan, but he wouldn't hear a word of it. He left the van with a little salute and a wave, and i waved a back.
Just wanted to post that here. Little kindnesses, y'know.
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Anyway, I just wanted to stress out: we're all past 21! This picture was taken just a year ago, and wala lang. Si Nicholes ang pinaka bata, kaka 21 lang e. But aun. We're all mature kids, explosions and fireworks waiting to happen.
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I've just recently made a pretty big decision, and wala lang. I hope it all turns out well.
