The Land of Crimson Dreams

I will never, never ever drink coke vodka again. I had too close a call. *pffft*

EH KASI NAMAN EH!!! *huff huff* Mga BI ang aking mga pinsan/ tito sa Roxas! First time ko pa lang sila nakilala eh nilasing ako kaagad! Tigas nila... I swear. HAHA!

They're actually like 3rd or 4th degree relatives. I can't even trace our connection! But that's typical in a small town like Roxas... you're related to everyone! Including two mayors and a beauty queen. (Hey, I'm even related to Barbie from Barbie's cradle!! Sort of... :D)

Okay, okay... I'll start from the beginning.

My family and I went to Roxas in Capiz (yes, where the manananggals originated, though I never saw one *pouts*) to bury my great-grandmother and to have a little vacation on the beach. A party was held in our honor one night and I pretty much pigged out on the lechon (haha! pun intended. sorry...). Some cousins approached us and invited us to their table. Kewl... too bad they were cousins, some of them were pretty cute. heehee... Anyway, with a stern glare and a command to be home by 11, our parents left us alone with them.

Huge mistake on their part.

Ha-ha!

I can honestly say that was a victim of alcoholic manipulation. Right. They kept on filling my glass, and toasting me, so I had to drink the fundador. I didn't realize at first that they weren't drinking their own drinks! Sneaky, sneaky. *smirk* And they had these Magic Berries that really did the trick.

Ah, Magic Berries.

Before your brains go into overdrive and think evil thoughts like "she's taking drugs!!!", they're not drugs. They're just some little, normal (?), red berries that grew in my cousin's backyard. Once you eat them, everything else you eat afterwards will taste sweet. Even calamansi.

WOW. MAGIC.

And suddenly, the liquor tasted like coke. Damn, I was in REAL trouble.

I started joking around with my really drunk grandfather. I told him I wanted to see an aswang and he said he would call his aswang friend because everyone has a cellphone these days. Then after a few minutes, he told me the aswang couldn't come because there was traffic... it was full moon after all. In all seriousness, I nodded and sighed at the loss of seeing an aswang. Everyone else was laughing at us. Heehee... totally hilarious.

Mmmm... coke. I mean, rhum. Yum... Tipsy. Everything started spinning like crazy.

It was 2:00 am. WAAAAYYY past our curfew. We stopped at a pizza and bulalo place (haha!! I find that funny... hehe) and I was really tipsy then. Puked twice inside the restaurant before the world shtopped shpinning. At around 3:00 am, they finally took me and my sister home (she was a little less drunk than me, but still drunk nonetheless) and I fell dead asleep on the bed.

I dreaded the next morning.

By some heavenly intervention, a miracle happened. My parents did not get angry at us for getting home so late. Of course, none of us told them about the drunk moi part... but I think they were suspicious. If they were, they didn't say anything about it. Talk about discreet.

And talk about luck.

NOT going to push it and repeat the whole ordeal. Nope. Nada. Never.

I will NOT drink that much EVER again. I swear. I guess the saying that third time's the charm is true.

What a vacation.

p.s. Tangina, umitim ako! NOOO!!! At tumaba din ako ng konti... Hell.
Wait a sec, mawawala din yan after a week of arki stuff. *nods* right!!

*sigh*

Kauumpisa pa lang ng unang linggo ng pasukan... parang pagod na pagod na agad ako. Bigla akong nalula sa mga plates na itinambak na biglaan sa amin.

*sigh*

Eto nanaman.

Hay.

Pero may magagandang mga pangyayari din naman tulad ng... fencing! Haha... grabe, intense pala yung training sa club! Pero masaya, ang dami kong nakilalang tao na mula sa iba't- ibang sulok ng UP (may gwapo din!). Nakakatuwa silang lahat, pero mahirap talagang maging applicant. Kahit na napagdaanan ko na 'to, di pa rin ako sanay.

Hay.

At ako'y kabilang nanaman sa mga estudyante na naglalakad sa AS.

I'll fix the layout some other time...

*grumbles*

It's so cold these days... probably another one of those natural weather flukes. But I guess it isn't so bad.

I'm just not fond of the cold weather.

It makes me feel senti. BLEH. BLEH. BLEH.

My soundtrack these days consists largely of Googoo Dolls, Sugarfree and Lifehouse, among other things. I stare at the sky a lot - night and day. I stare at the ceiling too. Most of the time, I just... stare. Into space. And sigh. Yep, will not forget the sighs.

Now, most people will probably exclaim, "Si Cheska? Nagse-senti? BWAHAHAHAHA!!" and most of the time I do justice to that statement, but there ARE times when I just start to wonder about some things. And I start to think too deeply - which can be very dangerous in my case. Thinking, after all, may lead to disastrous results. Look what happened to Hitler. Tsk tsk tsk...


I wonder if one can not think.

*thinks about not thinking*

Yeesh. Even thinking about NOT thinking is thinking in itself. What a predicament.

The weather is doing this to me. My brain is frozen. My brain is mush. Geh. Maybe that's why I stare so much. Maybe that's the reason for my unaccounted senti-ness.