Konichiwa bitches

My body is screaming alcohol!

I went to a friend's party in Katipunan the other day, but I almost threw up when I entered the place. I know almost every corner, taste of every drink and looks of every waiter, I just can't afford to spend another moment inside. So instead of drinking and getting drunk, I just sat there listening to all their rumblings and worldly drama.

Saturday nights used to be fun. Booze, smoke-stained shirts and tired feet were the symbol of one hell of a weekend. But then, everything is entirely different now. Still getting familiar with all the faces and getting the hang of the new setting, I am a wallflower with a glass of martin.

A friend called earlier and asked if I want to go to this new bar near Manila Ocean Park. But I guess I was too tired and traumatized by how my social life has been acting lately, I said no. We should be sobering up now, maybe in Mcdo or some coffee shop, laughing our asses off because she's been offered by a men's magazine to pose for them, but she said "Ay, hindi high concept." We could have killed ourselves laughing and getting our body drowning in mixed alcohol.

Srsly, I just need an effin drink.

And oh, Robyn is my goddess. Her song above is an ultimate study music. Plus she's Swedish so that's a plus one million points.