i don't get it.. why do some people who are opening second (or third and so on) accounts in friendster inviting you when you're already in the older account? i mean, if you invite all of the people from the old account into your new one, then you shouldn't have bothered creating the latter, right? it's beyond me..
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anyhow, last friday was one of my teammates' birthday. i wanted to drag them to capone's with me to catch ethan zohn and 2 other survivors there, but no.. apparently they weren't as interested as i was to catch the curly-topped soccer hunka-hunka god. so i went along with them to.. oh good lord no.. padi's point, jupiter. i'm really not into the whole show-band thing. you know, the kind that plays rehashed-to-death songs like "buttercup", "horny" and whatnot.. the one we caught did have a trick up their sleeves.. they played that tuesday vargas song ("hindi ako bakla, kaklaklaklakla..")AND that gladys and the boxers song ("sasakyan kita.. sakay na!"). i stayed where i was. leaving would surely mean having those two songs as your head's LSS and i'd rather dance along with them than have that.
so the music was awful, the crowd wasn't exactly the type you'd casually socialize with but the worst part was how hella expensive it was. i was blown away.. a beer for P62? greenbelt, is that you??? then we ordered potato wedges which turned out to be a scam of a bar-chow.. i wish i had large fries in mcdo instead. there were only 5 of us, but the amount we spent there would have gone farther in greenbelt (or anywhere else, for that matter). who said jologs crowd in padi's? judging how drunk most of them looked, they must be rich.
i'm not exactly sure why my teammates decided to go there but one thing's fo sho.. unless they're treating me next time, i'm not setting foot in there again. EVER. exception being bamboo holding a gig there, because i heard that they already have.
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the best part of the night was, as usual, the picture-taking. *heehee* here i am with my fellow pasaway girlaloos, hamming it up with margaritas in hand.
later on, we made our way to dusk. this is where we got plastered. as usual.
"malala-lalang inuman.. san mig light" lagi naman eh.