the bar, better than any in the metro.

Probably during this same time, I was lying on the floor occasionally puking in a plastic bag while something else was happening around me. It’s such a pity that I can’t talk fully about last night. Because first, what happened there stays there. And second, my bad memory was severed by vodka.

At first there was a live guitar and drums performance, then came the singing, then the party music, then the dancing, then the pranks, and the things that happened in between. It was one hell of a night.

This is becoming a habit. Pero, kailangan maging strong. Next time, we have to fight the temptation. But of course, we’re not promising anything.

I don’t know how to end this entry. I’ll just post the last shot I took before leaving. This, I think, sums it all.