the witching hour
i had just come from a very long rehearsal at RCBC, and decided to eat at north park makati avenue with my good friends paolo and miren. we were so exhausted and just wanted a bite to eat, and were not in the mood for anything.
and then, everything passed by.
my friend miren and i couldn't pass up the opportunity. this was worse than 3 espressos. worse than reductil 15s or xenadrine. worse than eating 100 grams of sugar. this was it.
he was wearing a normal black dress shirt that was embroidered with gold lamée (tama ba spelling?) detail in the center. my. liberace at 3 am.
thank you God. i needed that. after all, i still had to drive all the way to tandang sora.
[cue maniacal laughter]
=Þ
and then, everything passed by.
my friend miren and i couldn't pass up the opportunity. this was worse than 3 espressos. worse than reductil 15s or xenadrine. worse than eating 100 grams of sugar. this was it.
he was wearing a normal black dress shirt that was embroidered with gold lamée (tama ba spelling?) detail in the center. my. liberace at 3 am.
thank you God. i needed that. after all, i still had to drive all the way to tandang sora.
[cue maniacal laughter]
=Þ