A lost camera. Passing out. Waking up NOT in our hotel room, wearing someone else’s board shorts. Passing out. Subzero and Mindoro Sling shots with Valium. Passing out on the beach. Haggling over the price of anklets. Getting matching heart anklets for the best friend and I <3. Making out with a girl in front of her boyfriend. D asking what the hell are you on, what the hell are you taking? Kissing a Hot Tattooed Boy to prove to him wrong: I am not a snob, I am actually quite the hospitable one, now come-over-here-and-give-me-a-kiss-or-two. Kicking boys out of the room. Getting stoned. Getting acquainted with the locals. Buying a bottle of cheap gin and cigarettes with the last of our money. Getting drunk on cheap gin chased with water under the scorching sun. Picking up a hot American boy from Arizona. Trying to skimboard drunk. Dragging hot American boy back to our room. Missing our boat back to Batangas. Charming the boat owner into refunding our tickets. Getting the locals to buy us cigarettes. Getting the locals to buy us water. Playing “guess what song I’m listening to?” with the best friend to pass the time.

It started on a Sunday and ended on a Tuesday. Galerawr with the best friend: best fuckin’ vacation ever.

My boss to me: It’s official. You’re memorable :)

My direct supervisor to me: Alamat ka, Helga, alamat! (You’re a legend, Helga, a legend!)

My direct supervisor, on Aa and I: You two are like two preys walking on the beach, waiting for the predators to start pouncing on you.

RAWR! :spin:

Edit// This is how I feel right now, as of 7.45pm:

Indecent. Crackwhore-ish. Tired. Fiona Apple-ish. Mary-Kate Olsen-ish.