looking at the crowded club you'd think the birthday boy was a millennial. the place was so hip, so cool, so...young.
and there we were, lounging at the balcony, hindi matanggal ang mga pwet sa kinauupuan. minsan ayoko ring makasama ang mga wallflowers. minsan gusto ko ring saniban ng partygirl. pero kulang yung nainom kong beer at may deadline looming ahead (i shouldn't even be here, dammit) at feeling ko magiging sore thumb ako sa gitna ng beautiful famous and glamorous crowd. chubby manang little me.
mabuti na lang, marami kaming ganon. alam mo talaga kung writer ang isang tao. nasa isang tabi lang sila. mabibilang ko sa isang kamay ang mga writers na kilala kong bumabangka sa dance floor o sumosocial butterfly. at least maganda ang view sa balcony, perfect for star-gazing down below. they can't see us, but we can see them. all of them.
parang ang ominous nun ah. hahaha.
masarap sanang magparty kung walang iniisip.
just frickin do it.
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