Cafe Lupet

breathe... breathe...

the past two days had passed by me like a breeze.

saturday was the busiest day i had since the start of the year. at 730 in the morning, i was forced to wake up by a cwts call, telling me that i should get started because we are going to have a final activity for the kids of learning links. it's kind of like the quickly degrading form of activity called amazing race, ever so popularized in UP by the many different orgs that cant find adventure in non-running events, so there, amazing race. by 900 i was watching a balloon fight at the sunken garden, overly hyped kids with balloons on their feet, frenzying like some savages who had seen balloons for the first time. 930, we were off to quezon hall and manned the fifth station of the race.

michelle, me, and hazel were assigned for the amphitheater, but michelle was later assigned to document everything, so its just me and hazel. well. what will two young scatterbrains do in dead boring place like quezon hall? pictures...

me and hazel manning the station


fresh na fresh pa rin si tin!

jump on that sack kid!

thata. manning the fifth station was like very boring for our own good, but when the teams arrive, everything turns hectic, and when they're done, boring again. tsk tsk tsk. i felt more stressed out than the kids running round and round the academic oval, especially when my breakfast was a mere vanilla flavored fudgee bar and a cup of water.

when the orange team finally went by, we finally went back to sunken garden, where we waited for the rest to unfold. activity didnt finish until around 230 or 3. all the time we waited, i was talking to pia and tin about the wonders of phsyics, the mystique of the stars, black holes, the fourth dimension, deja vous', ghosts, apparitions, summer wears, etc. etc. it was drizzling, and at some part of my mind, i was thinking that minutes from now, cwts is over, no more learning links. time went by, tin received a lot of hugs from the kids, and when it came, the time when we finally had to go free of cwts, i wanted to delay it. for one moment, i was waving my arms to ate julie, and the kids were waving back at me, and i wanted to run back and tell them that this is not the last time we'll ever see each other. but then reality bites. a few steps more and i was playing scrabble in the ecosoc tambayan with an increasingly funny man named job, tin, and pia.

that was before the culminating activity of the cdc kids in ecosoc. well, it's kind of a bore actually.

then went to philcoa, still with tin and pia, to pig out. we were craving for chinese food all day long, so we decided to munch on chowking. hmmm, yummmy chao fan and black gulaman. tin had some weird looking shanghai rolls, pia introduced me to nai cha, etc. etc. that was 2 hours before 730 rendezvous in philcoa also, for the adhoc-taskforce event of our organization to be held in makati. and we were still dirty and sweaty and all tired, yet we still have to attend a party later. it's crunch time.

went back to katipunan an hour later. geez, that was tiresome, i was hustling hard all day, and i still have to attend a party with all the social butterflies in ecosoc. to catch up with time, i boiled water for my bath, and slept for a few minutes after thinking of the things that will happen next. the next thing i was aboard a cab with leontine, off to the mrt station to meet up with niña. party was at cafe lupe in guadalupe, makati. phew.

when we got there, things didnt turn out as much as expected. not much oppressive forces to be seen, not much flutterbys doing their icky stuff. basta. party was ok, but there were some periods of time when i got so bored out of exhaustion, there were a lot of gray areas in my memory about the party. lav brought her boytoy. niña, me, and lynnie gobbling some calamares and sisig. hating waiters, shouting out aimlessly, and taking lots of pictures. i remember dancing to the tune of brown music, grilling with this girl from ecosoc who was very pretty and very demure, and very i like i like. hehe, she was shirking though, cant grill that much in the dance floor, but that's ok. she smelled like some fruity whatever.

lynnie is still the same old lynnie with all her hacks and tacks. we did some weird moves on the dance floor. really weird... well thats us. niña and ayen was always on the background working their moves, bb42 people loved to dance and party and get wild (except for little miss stickwoman = julienne sayoc, not partying hard...).

party platypi

nuffink

the shrine in cafe lupe

haha! same old high school friends.

i was "it's so hot in herre" after three more songs, so i went back at the table where carelyn was splayed at the sofa, apparently miserable of someone over the phone. lav and her boytoy still not moving an inch. girls came back later and suddenly we were transported to a remote place of the bar, and did some adventure walk.

uff, writing not too well...

was proud of myself for putting up in all of the events that happened last saturday. that was way more than what i can handle, and i did it. good thing i still had the energy to strut some moves on the dance floor. but i was finally exhausted, that i slept at the cab when we went back to ayens place where we slept over. haay. ayen's place was another story, with all the robbery things and the mysterious things happening round, i choose not to expound.

haay. what a day. beaten eggs, meat loaf, half-burned pan de sal... life is boring without parties. life is incomplete with party animals... the real ones.

life is one big party anyways.

by the way, I AM NOT A PARTY PLATYPUS!! ask everyone.

-quack quack-