friday night at mezze. before everybody else got wasted and i was one of the sober few. 

the time between meeting and finally leaving

Is sometimes called "falling in love." (Lisa Loeb)


Sometimes, no matter how hard you try and guard your heart, you just fall. If you’re lucky enough (or truly blessed), you are loved in return. If not, well.. Perhaps you know how that feels.

Sometimes, when your heart breaks, you almost feel physically incapable of breathing. You feel the silent squeeze of your lungs as they try to crush your heart; your poor heart beginning to feel cold as it follows this unbearable suffocation.

Sometimes you want something so bad even if you’re not meant to have it, and that’s the definition of lust.

Sometimes you have to give up something you want so much in hope of something better (hence the “marshmallow theory”). Even if you acknowledge this and you decide to follow it (despite your heart telling you otherwise), it doesn’t necessarily mean you want to.

Then again, that’s why you give it up. Because you’re hoping for something far better – something more than table scraps and leftovers. You risk the pain because you know you’re worth more than that. That you are a princess. That you are meant to be pursued and not the other way ‘round. That anything less is unworthy of your time. And your tears.

But that doesn't stop them from falling anyway.

friday night out

The summary of which would be:

Wine Buffet at EDSA Shang
Unhealthy food and drinks at Pier One, Fort
Erratic 80's dancing at Jill's

But it sure was FUN!!

Special mention goes to Quark, who was nice enough not to make TOO much fun of me, Mark who looked REALLY good with his new hair and double-shirt (I hope he doesn't burn it because we all think he really looked great last night), Dee who almost missed us because of Globe's 3G network problem, Tinton who refused to even STEP on the dance floor, and Mico who literally came and went (but danced nonetheless). :)

I guess being 26 isn't so bad after all. :)

Pier One. :) It's a shame they'd already eaten. 

Right out of a horror movie. Grossly oily. I look like a psycho! :) 

Ewww.. 

Quark and Mark. Hey, that rhymes! 

Mikey, Apol and Tinton 

Dee, me, Monix, Ate Yollie and Rose. Someone's a little huggy tonight, don't you think? :P 

Babits and Graham. 

Welcome to Jill's. 

Hahaha. Dr. Jenny, Junie and Dr. Buse. 

With Mickey. :P 

Hahaha. Must've really gotten into it. Poor Babs looks scared. 

Check out those moves. Way to go, Bab. 

Another one for the books. Poor Junie.. 

Tickle Me Junie. Available in stores today. 

80's dancing at Jill's. I swear, when you're dancing to Borderline and Rock With You, you really don't care that you're all hot and sweaty and getting smooshed by complete strangers. That's Dr. Joey to my left (yes, she's a doctor!) and Mikey to the right. 

Why so sad? No idea. Maybe because we knew I was going to look bad in this picture.  

from tali with a bottle of jose

Cuervo, that is. ;)

And never again. Plus I have the burn marks to prove it. Then again, what do you expect when your dinner table looks more like a bar (and by no means a small one), or that more than one half of your food budget gets allotted to liquor. Debauchery ensued, yes, but there was lots of bonding too. :)

Note to self: don't count on college friends to take care of you while drunk. Hahaha. Were they shocked? Yes. Did they help? No. C'est la vie.

The Tali "Bagets" picture. :) That was fun. 

Stalley and Jeff. :) Aww.. 

Our boys. Nice shot. And I don't remember this being taken because I was already pretty sloshed by then. Yep. Early, huh? Oh, well. 

There are no words to explain this picture. 

Our "trust fall" exercise. Yeah, they caught me. They promptly dropped me right after. It's all good. :) 

Check out my cute pink "adult swim ring." And they said it would be useless. 

The beautiful Tali sunset (as taken by Mark). Which I missed because I kinda blacked out. You know why. ;) 

Them cliff-divers, I tell ya..