It's been ages since me and my bestfriend, Paulo, bonded with each other. Though we constantly text, call and see each other, we can't seem to find the most convenient time when we can update each other on hours and hours end. It is either that I am too busy or he is always at Antipolo with his new found friends. Its not that I am jealous or overprotective but I wish that Paulo would always be there at my begging.

However last May 28-30, we had three days and two nights of drinking and smoking, watching gay porn movies, and eating our experimental recipes. Needless to say, we both got drunk, horny as hell and gluttoned, too bad I had an allergic reaction with my experimental ika tepanyaki with pusit lumot we bought at Robinsons Place Dasma (right now, my legs are still itching).

Over beer, we updated each other about everything that happened to both of us since the last time we talked. As always, the topics were sex, boys, sex, boys, sex and ... boys!

Did I just say we talked about boys? (Don't freak out just yet, Pau!) Nah, we don't talked about boys.

Ok, I must admit, about 10% of the time we talked about those pathetic, easily-manipulatable (what?) and overly arrogant creatures known to mankind as boys. We only talked about Francis, his Dexter, my Dexter, Ricky, Aris, Bong, Borgs and others we can barely remember the names or had never wanted to know what their names were in the first place.

For Paulo, that would be his last hurrah of being a bum, cause come June 1st, he will be back to school in a care-giver's class. For moi, it would have been the long overdue break I had been wanting ever since I embarked in my so-called professional career.



The first night had the two of us drinking and talking and drinking and talking till 5:00 in the morning. I can't remember who dozed off first but I woke up at around 10:00 AM because of the sunlight peeping through the curtains. I don't usually sleep with the lights on so its a sure no-no for me during sleep. I got up and prepared our breakfast. By noon, we decided to go to the mall in our day clothes, without taking our baths (hehehe), but still very charming and beautiful. (Thats what we like to think, anyways). We had the grandest time buying the stuff we need for the next two days. Ingredients of our so-called recipes, alcohol, cigarettes and COMB. I cursed him the night before for having no hair comb or brush in the house.

After lunch, I almost bribed Paulo in checking out the cool waters of the pool. He had changed his mind earlier and insisted that I can go if I want and he can still watch me. Huh? I can't imagine myself swimming alone for I can't really swim. I don't have problems being IN the pool cause I am basically tall and the deepest part of the pool is only five feet. Needless to say, he agreed to swim with me or else I would scandalize the neighborhood.

At Sunday morning, we biked our ways alternately around the village. Paulo, himself a long - distance walker (he's not into walk-athon but of other sort of long distance walking) had walked most of the times and me on the mountain bike. We finished the tour at around 1 in the afternoon and had our late lunch/afternoon snack. Because of the amount of burnt up calories we sweat out during the trip, we decided to check out the pool again.

T'was a blast to say the least. The sad part is that I will be getting back to work and re-enter the so-called corporate jungle (where the animals are!) not to mention my sunburns and allergies. We decided we will be going back at the 11th of June with some of our friends but I just found out yesterday that he HAS classes. Too bad!