September 11th

[Part I]

It's 9am, Saturday.
My Dad's old friend from high school, Andrew, owns a string of hotels in the Philippines. And we're at one right now, for a birthday luncheon.

The Miss Bicol 2010 is here in attendance.
She isn't so bad looking.
So, not many good things could come out of this. Haha

Here are three possible outcomes:

1. Nothing happens. And no one does anything embarrassing.
2. She notices me for my magnetically charming good looks, and imagines herself on top.
3. She notices me, because Andrew (as the MC) points me out of the crowd in attendance to Miss Bicol, forcing an unavoidable embarrassing moment.

[Come on, the outcome is obvious. Haha.]

Lessons 7:
I need a damn girlfriend.
Lol.

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[Part II]

Damn it seems really late.
It's 9:30.

I've been taking down San Miguel's, like a house party in Jax.

This feels familiar.
But with my parents, and parent's friends around instead.

[I want to listen to techno now.]

Lesson 8:
I think this is the first night I missed being home.


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