Work was suspended two hours earlier to give employees ample time to prepare for the event. I had to rush to the mall to buy one last thing and arrived home just in time to literally and figuratively wrap everything up. At the venue, it was quite a sight to see everyone in their winter clothes, only that it was not really that cold for us to appreciate what we pulled off. The food was great, but I really think it shouldn’t have been served while the departments’ presentations were ongoing. Then there was the beer drinking challenge which I was looking forward to with all my might heart. Unfortunately there were 13 of us participants and the committee didn’t have any plans of accommodating one more head than what was originally planned. So, I gave way, which totally sucked. Oh, well, I know I can beat them all in the real world. 😆

Much to my pleasure, aside from the raffle where everyone wins, with an iPad Mini as the last shot, there was an open bar. Right after our presentation (where I sucked in my part ’cause I failed to realize it was already time to conquer the stage) I immediately downed four different cocktails. The rest of my night was basically spent on going back and forth there. When 11PM, the scheduled end time of the party, struck, so did the bar, on the dot. My flight the following morning was at 5:00 but since a supervisor invited some of my teammates to an after-party and I happened to know the place, I stayed for a bit. It was already 3:00 when I left after forcing back some soberness into my head to walk back home and stuff in the bag what was supposed to be stuffed.

I was grateful for the hour-long delay of my flight, giving me time to happily hug my backpack and get some sleep in the airport. The moment I came to life, I read that it was delayed for another hour. On my second resurrection, I was one of the two passengers being paged to board. With blood pumping back in me I sprang to the counter in a flash to fight for my life flight. They let me in, but apparently there was some trouble with my check-in that they had to hold me for a few more minutes, which totally made me very anxious. I even had to ask if the aircraft has already been shut, ’cause that would further lessen my chances of boarding it. In the end, I was indeed the last one to hop in, in jeans, sneakers and, wait for it, sando. I must’ve looked like a total idiot to the rest of the passengers.

With the charger left behind, a cellphone drained dry, and my sister waiting to fetch me, I searched the mall (after getting off the shuttle from the airport) for a charger or data cable. In an instant there was a charger, but I doubted a power source, so I opted for a data cable for my also dying Power Bank. On the verge of just heading home and unwillingly ditching my sister, it miraculously powered up my BlackBerry. :sweat: The moral of the story? Don’t have too much when you have an early flight the following day. And don’t forget that damn charger. Had I been left by the plane, that would’ve been my fourth time already. Yeah, you can try to beat that.

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• 01: Obeertime with four postgrad classmates
• 02: Tomato Kick with two college mates (after which, I got my back pocket slashed in the bus and, well, yeah, realized the following day that I lost one of the plastic bags I was carrying)
• 03: Dinner with postgrad roommates at technoHUb’s Mister Kabab
• 04: Started the week right at Central with officemates (“Everyday is a weekend!”)
• 05: Welcomed a high school classmate and settled at Toyz
• 06: Explored BSA Suites, ate pancit canton for the second time, and participated in a card game where the loser gets a consequence. Almost got half-naked!
• 07: Met a guy who claimed to be a Jose Fernandez from Baguio (screw him)
• 08: Back at Central but this time with high school classmates
• 12: Two at Dish K with a postgrad classmate and two of his officemates
• 16: Enchanted Kingdom Getaway!

Today (technically, yesterday) was U.P. Diliman’s graduation. Our salutatorian finally made her way out of Accountancy. I attended her feast (yes!) together with another classmate. The idea of bringing a gift came in very late that we almost ended up giving her just a bottle of wine. How lame’s that? Thankfully, we managed to steal some time and pick up a shoulder bag on sale. When the food was served, I thought, “Will this suffice?” Turns out it was barely consumed. :faint: In the heat of the day, I had two.

We parted ways when the plan of watching a movie with the graduate’s family didn’t push through. Also, everybody was already feeling tired. Still, because it was still early, I and my crime partner roamed TriNoma and ended up watching Source Code (and seeing that cool car above!). Against Inception? I’d vote for it. The concept of time travel or anything similar to it is just, you know, enticing. When we went out of the cinema I realized that I should’ve really gone to the university graduation in the afternoon because aside from the 19 y/o summa cum laude, the president was also there. I heard he was welcomed with a rally. Nothing new, really.

Palm Sunday’s passed, and let some good abstinence commence!

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With two on-the-go postgrad buddies, I found myself in Padi’s Point four stations away. The expensiveness of the food and the bitter taste of the towered beer saddened me. 😆 When the party hits hit the speakers, the stage was swarmed and we were so delighted with our inability to join the stampede because of our bags. Nonetheless, pretty wild ladies in a close table raised our brows, beaming. There were no wheels to lead the night but it surely didn’t stop us from proceeding to another venue: Teacher’s Village…

Despite becoming closer to being perfectly broke, I roamed and conquered the Timog area the following night. On that night, none of us knew we were to clear four stages.

Stage 1: Dinner at Gerardo’s with, like, a bucket of twelve and six lights. The Wi-Fi presence? Just awesome. The Music? Good as always that we even discussed Akon’s angel and Katy Perry’s firework. 😎 The place will always be memorable to me, as it was where I first went out with this set of friends.

Stage 2: Turned a few macho mugs in Quattro where we also met our classmate’s acquaintance from Canada and her friend. Mestiza and can also speak Ilonggo and Bicolano, she can be considered a perfect pack. Her face absolutely opened up our night. And oh, the fish fillet specialty of the place? Is a must-chomp! That makes me wonder now if it tastes even more perfect with rice. Haha.

Stage 3: It turns out that the ladies we have have access to a place called Bliss. Jam-packed, as expected from a fine Saturday night, we made our way to the bar and asked for bottles. It was during college when I last went to such place and, based from what all I did, I really did miss it. On my third fish, though, I lost my guts when a friend of hers gestured a “go away” hand. Dang.

Stage 4: A massage was the perfect way to end the very long night. I could’ve just slept in the place ’til morn but it ain’t allowed…

Bonus Stage: Lugaw (congee) time! Credits rolled past seven.

The second and third stages happened again last night, with the first stage getting replaced by Garahe. Even though it was not as wild, I felt like I was tipsier…

Stressing out every detail would be fantastic, but I guess that would beat the purpose of memories. Like what I sometimes usually (eh?) do, this will only serve as a guide when the time comes that I can hardly remember. By then, I’ll extract from the depths of my memories what truly happened on those nights. 😉

As per my Molecules shirt, “Be crazy, be wild cause you are not young forever.”

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Yep, that’s seven pitchers in total. Prices range from P160-P200 only. Lovely, isn’t it…

Jay, the lead vocalist of Kamikazee, was on the house. We delightfully got ourselves a picture with him. Angelica Panganiban, today’s Rubi, was also there. She looks way too hot than she does on TV. Ramsay is one lucky fucking bastard. No picture with her though. 🙁

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If the city lights never fail to amuse you, then Leonardo’s is the place to be. Depending on your budget, there are other options too.

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Last month’s 17th marked Ash Wednesday and before attending the last mass I dined at Maginhawa Street’s Panciteria in UP Teacher’s Village together with this blog’s authors. Subsequently, we found ourselves hurriedly consuming a liter of “Kick” at Tomato Kick, an overlooking restobar just a few blocks away.

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As for Wednesday… Ate isaw behind the UP College of Law and proceeded to Sarah’s at Krus na Ligas. The presence of a classmate who rarely comes about triggered the lines, “Just two bottles” and “We’ll be off early.” Of course, they were defied. :laugh: We even went to Khuya’s at Cubao for good rounds of singing. Home @ 4:00.

For Friday, we dined at Panciteria in Maginhawa and then tasted Pino Bar’s Margarita which eventually led to a few lights and smuggled Boy Bawang. Home @ 2:00.

How do you look at me now? I’m afraid this is just the beginning of the wonders of being young…

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