It started with that eternal promise of "ONE ROUND". By this time, "ONE ROUND" has evolved into a metaphor too, ONE ROUND means, for as long as we have money and the mall's parking lot is open we shall drink our way to liver failure... and if we have to move our cars, there's always BINALOT waiting for us with more than open arms and uhmm, legs. [Eww.]
Side kwento: Of course I felt bad, especially because I got called to recite for Tax in that ONE TIME that I decided not to attend class. Why don't I learn? I'm unlucky, enough said. But it's ok, I stand by my belief that Atty. Gonzalez "might" consider it as my FREE PASS moment. Sana. *keeping fingers crossed* Redemption? I bought two pairs of SALUBONG shoes [meaning, "PWEDE-MABASA-KASI-JELLY-SYA-SO-BRING-IT-ON-BARRISTERS- MAGBASAAN-TAYO-AFTER-THE-BAR" SHOES] Ang saya. Then I got to practice for Salsa, we're learning Seki's [C ba o K?] Officially Missing You steps. Kinda hard, but I'm sure it's gonna look good. Ahlaaaaveeet! It was a fruitful day, non-academic stuff-wise.
[May two cute guys sa tabi ng table namin, umalis sila, akala ni DIale wala
na...]
Diale: Oooy batch, may pagkain pa o! [pasigaw habang tinuturo un natirang
food ng dalawa at hinahatak un isang table nila]
Euns: [horrified look] Batch, nasa likod lang natin sila, umo-order.
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