Gin. I never thought it'd betray me so. But that's getting ahead of the story.

Yesterday we had an unofficial LitCircle meeting at Pier 1. I met some 107 people, (Erin, Pangs and Erika) and their first impression of me was hot. As in, I was hot. As in, I was so bloody hot and sweaty from commuting all the way from my house in the unholy heat that by the time I got to Pizza Hut the only thing I could do was lean over the couch seat and say "Hi."

We took two cabs to Pier 1, and met up with Jae and Ivick over at what would be the table that would witness our impending insanity. Kevin and the others arrived shortly after, even though they were the first to hail a cab. Whoohoo.

After a *coughcoughshortcoughcough* productive discussion on the general activities and the frosh welcoming on the 14th and 15th, in which we are to dress up as action heroes (I get to be Sparrow again!) the drinking commenced!

After looking over the Flaming Volcanoes, Blowjobs, and Screwdrivers, We decided to have one bottle of Gilbey's Premium, because they had no GSM Blue. I filled a glass with just that, and learned that that was hardcore. It felt hardcore. The gin tasted like rubbing alchohol. Thank God for all the 7Up and Sprite!

Mico came by some time later, and Jae ordered Strawberry Tequila (I couldn't remember all the names, durnit). Tasted like Tempra to me :P

There was laughing, there was toasting, and there was more laughing, and there was bonding. There was even screaming.

By the time I was getting seriously tipsy, I got a text (we've been texting for some time since I left) from Rocky saying he might not make it. He was doing a project for his Stat in his house, hammering away at the wood while I cautiously got myself hammered. I was bummed, so I took another sip, made a face and replied that he should put his project first.

Then the sneaky bastard walks in a minute after.

Many glomps later, we changed venues, and even stopped by Fully Booked. Dude, Mico was weirding out the guy at the door... after he had prolly weirded out whoever was driving the BM that passed him and the guard before that.

Rocky treated everyone to a round of beer after, and Ivick treated everyone to fries ^^ I couldn't enjoy much of either, especially the beer. I blame the raging headache... for which I blame the gin.

In the end, I gave way to another first.

I made myself barf in the bathroom, and durnit, all that really expelled itself was the yummy BBQ chicken Rocky ordered. Felt considerably better afterwards, and was even able to replace all the BBQ :P

And to end the climactic event... I went last-minute grocery shopping at SM, as requested by mum. Hay. At least Rocky stayed, though he was dead tired. Whoohoo. Sweet~

Lesson: DO NOT DRINK A FULL GLASS OF GIN. Add sprite first. *shakes fist*



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After almost two years, I finally met up with two elusive friends at the same time. After procrastinating for... ever, I finally faced the fact that I am not going to get above average grades this term. Gah. I enjoyed talking with my two little sisters again though, and the only thing that bites me is that I had a paper for my student-y self about.

I can't really bring myself to feel anything but guilt for letting my professors down. Mmm. I'll make up for it next term. Can't procrastinate then, nope. Really can't. Where's my inner nerd? Did she run away with the rest of my dwindling sanity? *peeks* Nope. Sanity's still chained down. Parts of it, anyway.

Besides, I have people besides professors I can't let down.

Now, after all that, I can't help but remember the term that breezed by. In fact, this is the fastest term that ever passed yet, and the most eventful. It's more eventful than most of my terms put together, and hey, that's saying something. It's me we're talking about.

Several sweet and tangy things made their way into my mouth, from sampaguita ice cream to Fettucini to Red Horse (fine, not sweet nor tangy. Not literally anyway)... to a lot of other sweet and tangy things.

I've been to (and fully enjoyed) several new places without my family, from Tagaytay La Salle Villa, the Manila Ocean park, Urdaneta Park, and the lovely roofdeck of La Faet. I've even been to the world of film, outfits and make-up (thanks Misihe!) The most memorable though... is painted blue. And airconditioned.

I've also met the one person I never thought I could care so much about, all things considered... one of them being the fact that I thought I was dead inside by now. For the first time in... practically ever, reality beat fiction. Hands down. Realleh. It's because of him that this term's become especially memorable, and durnit, if I wanna be mushy, I will be mushy when I feel like being mushy and there's nothing anybody can bloody do about it.

Never felt so good, bad, sad and flustered, so much at the same time that it's taken serious tolls on my system. Butterflies? Elephants? I had friggin' orcas swimming through my entrails.

I couldn't have met him at a better time, I believe. Otherwise... I might not have made it into the Lit program... He might not have gotten a 3.5 on his thesis... because I can't seem to stop, and (heehee) he doesn't seem to be able to either. Some proof of that is in a certain classroom, even, and now that I realize it... holy hell. I'll still be using that classroom!

I've found something better than coke, and better than gaming.

Better than what I imagined at all.

I love you, and you know that, right?

MUSHMUSHMUSH!

As for the next two weeks in succession... here's to finishing Fatal Frame II, and riding out my withdrawal with Niro as an unwilling substitute. *clings to bear*

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*breaks out coke*



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Epic indeed. I knew there was to be wine. I knew there was to be mayhem. Heaven only knew how underestimated what I thought I knew actually was. Anyway, this entry's long due... I don't blame anyone but myself. Really. *cough* I had a lot to do. *coughcough*

Let's start with basics: The Tagaytay Workshop was for our literature class to experience being taken out of town as a block, specifically to the now very memorable Lasalle Villa. It was also for us lit babies to experience gut-wrenching critique from certified authors, our prof (the cool Dr. Marj) included.

The first morning itself seemed to foreshadow things... vaguely. Before we boarded the vans that were to take us, we 'warmed up'. And I don't mean with physical exercise. Jae took out her 2 fedoras (funkiest hats ever) and let me wear one. We had pillows, and after many pics of retardation, we gave ourselves a name: Pillow Gangstas. I called us PG. Iba yata dapat yung rating. Hehe.

The ride in our van after everyone had finally come together was a mix of laughs, random lines from random songs, and sisig-flavored-chips. I tried sleeping after a while (slept late; enjoyed talking to him too much) but alas. I needed to pee~

Thankfully, we stopped over at a gas station. We needed gas. Hehe. For the first time, I found a first bathroom stall that had no door. No, I didn't use it.

Once we got there, we unpacked, explored, gawked at the gorgeous view and took pictures. Ah, the pictures. Neensy and I shared a hot moment in one. Anton just looked happy for us. He was also very serious in another. I swear, pictures DO lie.

The rest of the workshop, after we goofed off the travel bummage, was generally... sleepy. Twasn't for the person being workshopped, of course, but after a while... Man. Didn't help that the adobong pusit smelled so... deliciously... squiddy. My tummy rumbled.

The gazebo's ritualistic atmosphere gave way to such profoundness, we choose to remember and use it to this day. AIRCON. SEX. Mico and Anton made friends with a cock too. The cock-a-doodle-do kind. Haha. Psych.

Now, think I'd go through the whole day in detail? You suck. I skip to the poetry recital. :D

I fudged up my simple poem... seriously. And I was the opening act man. Staring at the panelists while they were staring back wiped my messed up head clean; didn't help that my work, 'Confusion' and 'Inexperience', was workshopped a little before dinner (I got recommendations for writing for children. Child pala ako. Apparently, I'm a philosopher too. Frack.) Kudos to the rest of the group though! Dots, Je, Jae. Ya'll are badass.

It should be mentioned that before the recital started, my group indulged in the wine. I tried the red, and choked. Literally couldn't swallow, but I prevailed over a glass, durnit! By the time the other recital was over, and the rest of the random readings (Sir Bimboy, you are badass. Ms CJ, 'Joe Kalabaw' was badass. If only he didn't turn into a gourmet dinner and souvenirs at the end... still. BADASS)

What followed was joy. There was joy in the laughing, there was joy in the twirling, and there was joy in the goofing. There was joy in the assets, there was joy in the tangeres, there was even joy in the spanking. Yes, fellow lit majors, spanking. Ya'll know what I'm talking about.

I didn't get to witness much after certain I chose to fulfill certain obligations, (though I felt the THUD of a fallen body; I went Fallen bodies! There are fallen bodies! to which Kevin, who was helping, replied after a while 'Nde. Ayos pa sila. Tumatawa pa eh.) but I did participate in the legendary search for the Lit Goddess. Pickles, you funky pickle you. You scared us silly. Hell, you scared most of us sober.

In the end, we found her, and I didn't have enough stomach for the wine to get drunk at all.

Then the morning after...

"What the hell happened?" - drunken ones



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