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Name: Kars
B-day: October 20, 1984
Zodiac: Libra
Age: 20
School: De La Salle University

female. libra. roman catholic. music lover. broadway junkie. eccentric artist wannabe. avid movie-goer. internet freak. periodic drinker. non-smoker. chronic drunkard. class cutter. weekend bum. shoe collector. alias fanatic. trying-hard singer. frustrated ballerina. pseudo piano player. infrequent commuter. nonstop texter. former friendster devotee. current blog enthusiast.

Saturday, August 07, 2004

rebonding session

in celebration of mau's birthday yesterday, we decided to meet up at eastwood for dinner. SG and UP friends were invited.

meters away from eastwood, i got a call from ara and by surprise, she told me that mau can't make it to dinner. i was like "HUWAAATTT!?!" i was just texting her minutes ago, and she seemed pretty normal. what could go wrong? apparently, she was hanging out with her other UP friends at a bar called tapika, and she had a little too much to drink. but anyway, rissa and ara were still there, so that was still something to look forward to!

a tonkatsu meal, three california makis, and a dysfunctional air conditioner later, we were outside tokyo-tokyo having a yet another "bonding" session. rissa was talking about her loooove life, while ara and i just "awwww"ed in envy. minutes later, jb arrived and sat with us. our discussion then turned to our grade school days. 6B! our classmates, seating arrangements, yada yada yada. and while jb and ara discussed about ateneo stuff, rissa and i were...listening i guess? i don't really remember. suddenly, mau called on ara's fone, and she was crying and telling us repeatedly that she was sorry and that she feels guilty. we assured her that she didn't have to worry at all. i can't imagine her throwing up on herself. hell i can't even imagine her drunk period. too bad i didn't get to experience my valedictorian friend on her first booze-filled and "unsober" night, which also happens to be her birthday.

at around 11:30, we had to get going because jb, better known as cinderello, had to be home by 12. it was cute that a guy had a curfew. i've always thought that curfews were a girl thang. hey i wasn't complaining! although i was having a good time with my friends, i was really groggy because i didn't get enough sleep the previous night. after not getting lost on our way to the condo (i'm so good with directions. haha!), we stopped by starbucks to grab a couple of frappuccinos.

you'd think this is the end of my night, well you got it all wrong. it had just begun.

i was expecting my freelance hairstylists to arrive in the condo at around 4 to 5 AM for my rebonding. yes, AM. in the morning. after checking my mail and chatting with ara for a while, i lay myself to sleep. of what seemed like only a minute, my fone began to ring. and it was yollie (the hairstylist). she said they were on their way. i looked at the time and it was only 1:50! don't i get enough rest at all? we started at 2 AM, and finished at 7. that's five grueling hours of a zombie-like session with the television. thank God for discovery channel. :)

i slept at around 7:30, and woke up at 10 something.

don't i get enough rest at all? - guess not!

this has been the longest day of my life.