a hell of a time

I was already drunk from a drinking binge over at my uncle's house and had puked twice already before this:



Before halfway, we first went to curved to drink... and I insulted people who were going off a van and said they were geriatrics. The next picture shows how drunk my brother was.



This picture was taken while my brother and cuz were puking the hell out of the car at 5 am when we almost literally closed the joint.



My brother in his drunken pose.



Now this is juvenile:



And this is just plain ugly.



Here's a video of the party:


if that doesn't work, click this.

Like a freak

This very minute, I just drove myself home and left a great party because my fucking throat was hella swollen. Damn it. What a waste.

OFFICIALLY A DORK

Beneath the cool exterior that I've sported since birth (*ehem*) I never imagined that on the 10th of February, 2006, that handsome look will be broken by an opthamologist.

Kiss this one goodbye.


To celebrate my dorkiness, I drank at lunch, soon after receiving the life ruining glasses.

A Week's Worth

In the spirit of bringing myself back to do what i normally do sans the anxiety, this week has been filled with both productive and unproductive ways you could spend your time with. This thursday, Kuya Mark, Kuya Wally, Ate Donna and I played at the Smash Power court in San Fernando. After almost 2 hours of gameplay, I thought it was over, since I was already exhausted beyond imagination and it's been a loooong time since I played, but no congregants, they wanted to go to the gym to "cooldown". I didn't go and became the grinch of working out. So I went out of the building and smoked, drank gatorade, had about 2 ham sandwiches (so much for counting calories, eh) and listened to my mp3s. Then I noticed the most peculiar thing: a badminton ad where Isabel Granada and her husband (councilor and La Salle alum) Jericho Aguas were. I've been playing at Smash Power since 2004 and from time to time I see the darling couple play. The thing is, Isabel has to learn that not every woman who plays badminton should wear makeup all the time. Maybe it hasn't sunk into her bones that she's not that big anymore but please. . . try to act normal. Nobody's asking for your autograph anymore anyways. Nuff said.

As usual, saturday was party night. Decked in our best attire, we drank 2 beers at home then headed straight to Halfway only to be disappointed with the turnout. . . perhaps everyone was grieving with the stupid cuneta incident. Haha. After a lousy beer, we went to Sax. As usual it was stacked with people, and sennheiser (pseudonym) was there, making my cousin ecstatic. We practically closed the bar down. After that we had corn soup and slept.