There's a first time for everything and I don't know if I was either lucky or the devil's favorite to have met these people. I'm happy that we still get to catch up with each other's lives once in a while. Those were hard but happy times for me. I think that's when my life really started. I was in 3rd year high school.
Sex, drugs and rock n roll. One word to describe me back then: dugyot or pwede rin kalat.
Dre, Jmon, Karl, I, Jay. Nung payat pa lahat ng tao, di lang ako. Tapat ng Cherry's classic.
Ass wasted in gin and juice. Everybody sitting on everyone. Jay, Dre, Karl, Joel, Jmon and I think that's Marc with the cap and of course, BOY KANO na taga-Englatera talaga
The story of Boy Kano is actually a sad one. But I didn't really listen because I'm a selfish bitch. But the amusing tale is, Boy Kano was sleeping in the beach one night and Jay accidentally stepped on his face. He came looking for Jay but of course, Jay couldn't remember (at that time) if he actually did it. The next day, Boy Kano had that face on.
The other suspects. My uncle, Erik (the bald spirit far left), my aunt Asa, Fitz and Pam. The only two not in the picture are Bad Boy and Bong. This was taken at 9 AM. The party starts after breakfast.
Sunset. Camoi, Jmon, Fitz and I can't make out who the other guy isWhat would I give just to relive those 3 or so days? Every-fucking-thing!
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