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Good Friday
Saturday, November 04, 2006

Oh my god! Ang panget! D’you get what I mean? Iba...iba talaga. *patented yelp of titillation*

My fingers are trembling. Been awake for 27+ hours and counting. As far as I know, it’s still Friday and will continue to be Friday if I can help it.

Em had me, Vittorio, Carl and Larry over to her house last night to drink, ditz around and get fat from barbecue and four kinds of cake, and, with the exception of Larry, who surrendered after a fattening breakfast at Em’s gazebo, we ended up not sleeping. That was a badly-written sentence and I don’t care. Perfectly sober and determined to stay up, the four of us took a walking tour of Ateneo, tried in vain to lure Peachy out of her apartment (again, advanced Happy Birdie!) and fattened ourselves up even further at Kopi Roti. That was a badly-written sentence and I don’t care. It was at Kopi Roti that our sense of coherence really began slip. By 11:30 A.M., we had reached that point when all we could do was whine about our bodies crashing, and although we sort of surpassed that on the ride back to Katipunan, torn between extending the aimlessness and heading home, we finally agreed to disperse after one more drive around the Ateneo campus. That was a badly-written sentence and I don’t care. This badly-written paragraph is bereft of many precious details and I don’t care.

Oh my god! Ang panget! D’you get what I mean? Iba...iba talaga. *patented yelp of titillation*

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Pubey Boy just texted. We are watching Marie Antoinette tonight. So. Farewell forever, coherence.


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