Terror Days!

Might as well call’em my days of terror. But, it ain’t as bad as it sounds. These are also counted as great days of my life. Why? If I may ask you, how many times do you get to go out with friends and drink? Often? But how may times do you get to trade emotions, problems, share laughter and enjoy life as you want to? If you are able or given the option to trade these memories for something else, will you trade them?

Since last week, bonding times have been often. Although it is hard for my body to keep up, I know my limit and know when to pass turns. From last monday, where we needed to transffer from Black Pearl to c24 then walk all the way to paseo cuz we were drunk and needed to dance our asses off just to shake the drunkness. The day where we went to naga to jam with yanyan, some TGP friends of theirs, hannah and her family. Went to a disco with everyone and danced with gay’s [laugh all you want =P]. Got home as early as 5am [early in the morning I mean XD].

Then to this week, we celebrated bell’s birthday. Went there, ate ate fritz great cooking, drank our asses off with Grand Matador and Tequilla. Few hours after we washed ourselves with a case of RedHorse while singing on a ktv bar just right next to where bell lives. Again went home early [in the morning], and slept like a log.

And finally last night, we went to c24 to drink a litre of dark rum and 2 bottles of RedHorse. But it doesn’t end there. Tommorow’s gona be another drinking session, wenesday’s scheduled for archies birthday and friday’s gonna be our accuaintance party at a beach. Call these days of terror, but are you willing to trade these days for anything else?

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Just yesterday I got my glasses btw, and I look like a fucking geek! =(