Minutes of the drunken conclave
i just realized that i am pigging out too much already. heavy meals and booze in two suceeding days. a week of not eating rice actually went to waste this weekend. but what can i do? i am just human who yearns for the simple joys in this life.
The general assembly is generally boring. although they have sporadic sparks of interesting stuff- that would be my classmates singing. nyehehehe.
almost everyone in the class left for mirren's house to get free booze and food. at the speed my classmates are driving, the place would just be a 20 minute ride from tomas morato. that is like half the normal duration of the travel.
on our way, we almost died when a pick up van actually swerved into our lane just when my classmate, mirren, was so angry depressing the gas. oh well, we survived though.
the place is great, and accommodation is superb. maybe mirren, our host for that night, owe it to her family owning a hotel somewhere in baguio. we had barbecue and unlimited booze. we also had tequila and another bottle of wine that i did not bother looking at. the "inuman" was so fun. we had our constant laglagan and talks and man, it was as funny as always. Lawyer (president of 2LM2, extremely opinionated, history freak who chooses to the verbose most of the time) actually admitted that he had a... oh no! i should not be writing about this. that will be betraying the trust of the drunken conclave of 2LM2.nyehehehe. i actually stipulated a name for us.
anyway, the event ended up at around 2:30 in the morning. with people revealing their most guarded secret in the class at the end of it. i hitched in angelo's car, as we drove back to ust in a convoy. in front of us and leading us to the way are mirren and noy. they drive so fast, that angelo, who is totally clueless about the place, lost them in Quezon City circle. I got us into an unfamiliar street that i claim to be the way where fx taxis pass by when you are going to ust from UP. Oh well, the next thing we know is that we are in the deserted place of Novaliches. when we asked people about our location they said that we are driving down th orad leading to a place called SAPANG PALAY. we did find our way though after tons of adrenalin rush and random cursing from me in the back seat. but after all, it's not entirely my fault. i still owe those people coffee for losing them on our way back.
i'll write about the funny feats of my classmates later.
The general assembly is generally boring. although they have sporadic sparks of interesting stuff- that would be my classmates singing. nyehehehe.
almost everyone in the class left for mirren's house to get free booze and food. at the speed my classmates are driving, the place would just be a 20 minute ride from tomas morato. that is like half the normal duration of the travel.
on our way, we almost died when a pick up van actually swerved into our lane just when my classmate, mirren, was so angry depressing the gas. oh well, we survived though.
the place is great, and accommodation is superb. maybe mirren, our host for that night, owe it to her family owning a hotel somewhere in baguio. we had barbecue and unlimited booze. we also had tequila and another bottle of wine that i did not bother looking at. the "inuman" was so fun. we had our constant laglagan and talks and man, it was as funny as always. Lawyer (president of 2LM2, extremely opinionated, history freak who chooses to the verbose most of the time) actually admitted that he had a... oh no! i should not be writing about this. that will be betraying the trust of the drunken conclave of 2LM2.nyehehehe. i actually stipulated a name for us.
anyway, the event ended up at around 2:30 in the morning. with people revealing their most guarded secret in the class at the end of it. i hitched in angelo's car, as we drove back to ust in a convoy. in front of us and leading us to the way are mirren and noy. they drive so fast, that angelo, who is totally clueless about the place, lost them in Quezon City circle. I got us into an unfamiliar street that i claim to be the way where fx taxis pass by when you are going to ust from UP. Oh well, the next thing we know is that we are in the deserted place of Novaliches. when we asked people about our location they said that we are driving down th orad leading to a place called SAPANG PALAY. we did find our way though after tons of adrenalin rush and random cursing from me in the back seat. but after all, it's not entirely my fault. i still owe those people coffee for losing them on our way back.
i'll write about the funny feats of my classmates later.