Supposedly Wasted But Not. Yet.

Yesterday my best friend Manoy celebrated her 18th birthday. Yes, it's 'her'—her real name is Manelette, but I was the evil bitch who gave her the 'Manoy' nickname when we were in first year high school. In my defense though, I reasoned out that being called 'Let-let' during prep and 'Mane' in elementary makes one sound boring and quite faded. And too mainstream. So Manoy it was, and maybe forever it shall be. I rather think she likes it though.

On to the party. There was no program for her debut, really. She just asked us to drag our asses to to Hardin ng Postema in Tanza, about twenty to forty minutes from where I live. I went to the place with her since I didn't want to wait for my other high school batchmates to slowpoke their way to the resort. I mean, they're the sort that when you say 6 PM, they hear 8 PM (and even then you're having your lucky day). So I just left early and we got there about 5:30 PM, even though the call time was at six. Guess what I did first bitches. Buffet table yihaa!

If my internal time frame is correct, the others arrived a full two hours and a half late. By then I was stuffed full with crispy pata and lechon and amazingly yummy orange juice (read: amazingly yummy juice to Liz equates to amazingly tasteless juice. It's a fixation, fuck you). Reminisced about the ole' times with some friends. Times like this, you miss high school and everything it ever meant to you and taught you comes rushing back in a swirling rush of warm tingly feeling and—

And then they carried in the hulking videoke machine.  Yays!

Now there's something about me and videoke machines. We have a special relationship. If you want to have me along and listen to you emo-ing about life, the universe, and everything, remove a videoke machine within a100-meter radius of me because if it comes down to me choosing between the very unique and lovable you and a dumb whiny machine, it'd be the machine. So there.

I spent a lot of time belting my heart out to Jolina Magdangal and Britney Spears and some other favorites.  I'm cool like that y'know? That went on until shortly before eleven, when I changed into swimwear for duh what else. I hated the pool for all the fuck it's worth. I just got dragged there by peer pressure, because as immutable as I am, I still listen to my friends. However horrible the advice might be! The pool was green with filth and warm with I dunnos. I have something bad against dirty swimming pools. I stayed there for only about thirty minutes before I showered. Yech.

Then I just ate some more and waited for the others to finish showering so I can get home early. You know, because I have work and stuff today? That.  Anyway, 'early' was 1:30 AM. I flopped straight on the bed without even changing. And then it was good morning world! so fast. I'm good, I'm good. Will upload the pics soon as I get home.

Man do i sound hyper? I am hyper! Like all shit! Halp!