nightlife kuno

my sched yesterday was total crap: classes until 1, then kince and i went back to zobel because i had to give out those stupid-ass surveys, then it was back to taft for me because we still had to go barhopping for our research paper.

the ride to zobel was somewhere between ok and fun, since kince was a good conversationalist and [unfortunately for me] an even better hangman player. kinda whiny though [i already told him that so technically it's not slander]. on some strange level he reminds me of kevin, but i can't put my finger on why exactly.

zobel was worse than i had anticipated because although my former teachers were extra nice [especially ms panaligan, but don't ask] security was a pain in the ass and the juniors-turned-seniors were an even bigger pain in the ass. oh and sir jo-on takes the cake. what a bitch.

malate was warped, to say the least. or maybe i saw it that way since i have no nightlife to speak of, but malate certainly didn't inspire me to start having one. i caught up with the malate [literary folio] people in gypsy, on nakpil, so i had donna interviewed. we later visited what lacey introduced as a 'naughty' store. how naughty? the door handles were in the shape of phalluses, how 'bout that?

of course the highlight of the evening was crepes at café breton. dracula + poseidon + la pinay = heaven [*wiggles fingers*]. i actually just got home, having spent the night at geric's, and i'm going back there in a couple of hours after i catch some z's.

robin williams' recent broadway show would probably have been more successful if he didn't say "fuck" every two seconds.

sige ingat.ü 
posted by stani at 7:24 AM