I always try to escape V-day. Either by locking myself up in the house or getting really drunk with fellow bitter single friends or attending UP Fair. Well since V-day landed on a Monday, locking myself up wasn’t an option. So I figured dafuq with this, I’m gonna go out on the weekend before V-day and try to feel good about myself until Monday.
So I went to the first ever organized party of one of my college orgs in UP: UP MCO. It made me feel…old. Seeing the faces of the young MCOers filled with drunken or buzzed happiness, unaware that real life is gonna fuck them up real soon, brought back memories…happier memories.
I would like to thank the three amazing bitches of my life who each saw me at my best and worst (all at separate occasions of course). I love you guys. You guys always make me feel…worse. But that’s okay, because all four of us know that worse for me is actually better in one way or another. Gusto ko ito, ginusto ko ito, gugustuhin ko ito. Because I am iconic that way.
Now no party would be complete without incriminating pics. However, since it was a college party, we were all pretty sober. It would take more than several shots to take any of us down. We have no kidneys. We are tambays-sa-kanto in shimmering clothing. The blood that flows in our veins is 10% proof alcohol. Anyway, I would like to dedicate the next pic to uber awesome Lova….I had oodles of fun trying to look for her in every pic (except for the first pic). Look for Lova!