Party Central

Are you tired of partying? Not us! Coming from Bora and KK with the perfect tan gave eveyrone an excuse not to stay at home… After watching our beloved New Yorker Jazzy friend David in Music One, the crew decided to grace the cover of “party central”.

We were at the primo spot of the Br. Amb. scion at South F. It was a night-owl scene dripping with honeys. Imagine the haute peeps chilling with non famous folks in one big jungle. Too much hobnobbing with the revelers made us so tired so we ended parking our bons of steels at the pool side. The scene was crystal and we all looked at each other to validate whether it was a “still” or reality screaming. There he was “spit-swapping” with the unknown. “Oh my God, is that”? Anne didn't finish her question anymore coz' the culprit came to his senses and realized that his fiance was watching him… The glory days! Seemed all those Moet, cran n' vodka, rhum, wine, and red bull weren't enough to justify the bad dream. Anne didn't know what to do. “Move move clear the area”. She wanted to leave the place right away. We all stopped her and she goes “ What the f$%k? You guys saw it, right? He was with that girl and she is a F$%K&*G BROWNIE! I can't believe he would do that to me… The rest was history. The wedding is off…

No way! Of course we didn't leave the party. We haven't even started yet. We stayed until our feet hurt then we realized we wanted something else….

The next day, I woke up with pounding headache. I couldn't move my body. Gee Whiz! Who are you? Someone was sleeping beside me… that's another story!

Later that day I realized how parties could make you forget about everything. It's like entering into a warp zone. Like going to Boracay where you forget your morals! Hehehe… Seriously, why do some people gamble things in life they can't afford to lose? All parties end. You wake up and realize how lame it was and how you wish you could have done things better… Sometimes. No Way! Not in my system. I don't regret anything at all.