Last Friday in a nutshell: solitaire on my iPod, Kate hiding from the camera, Allah’s vintage low-rider bicycle, my breaking a bottle for the second time, Kel in a dress, and Michee and Nan trying to make me awkward at Tapsi ni Vivian (where we seem to end our nights all the time), talking about best weight loss supplements and loooove love love.

BIKE RACE!!!! Except Allah went up against a motorbike. And lost.

K, that’s enough.

The usual people:

~*~My Famous Friend, Miss Elyoo~*~

~*~Kel~*~

~*~Drew~*~

~*~Nan~*~

Lala ~*Allah~*~

~*~Helga~*~ (+ some random dude Kel wanted a photo of).

Just a bunch of photos and they’re mostly of Elyoo. Posting and publishing because I need to do something with these photos and not just leave them in my hard drive (I’m too lazy to post and tag people on Facebook).

I’ve been thinking: it would do me a lot good if I, maybe temporarily, stopped drinking/going out every Friday. I may or may not need a new laptop (I have my eye on a pink and white Acer Aspire) and I could put the money I spend on alcohol and cigarettes towards that. But, oh, beer. Too good.

Dhon Jason

Joey, Drew, and Allah.

Elyoo is the dancing hipster.

Michee and Stephan.

We haven’t seen Joey since she turned 30 last year.
She’s turning 31 this week.

One of them’s a vampire and one’s a werewolf.

Chatty, Kel, and Kate.

Sup with all the teeth, Helgr.

Michee is so kyot.

Sidewalk culture.

Ken from Mangored on the left. He took the photos with the trippy light streaks.
I tried to do it but was too tipsy.

I cropped out Kel’s abdomen.

I don’t think Nan likes me hugging him.

I went up to Stephan and went “God, your skin is super nice!”

At the end of the night, Futurecafe ran out of my beer (San Miguel Light because I am a wuss who doesn’t like the taste of Red Horse).