fun fun fun on friday

Today, I got home at 12:40am and it feels good. You know that feeling when rebel teenage girl protagonists get to sneak up inside their homes after a wild wild night all satisfied that her parents are gonna blow their heads off because of her indecent behavior? Yep. That’s how it is. I feel hardcore.

Except that i wasn’t much of a hardcore in a sense that I didn’t swap spits with somebody or slither myself in a noisy bar or throw myself into some random guy, but just the fact that I simply went home at forty past twelve, violating my non-existent curfew without my parents knowing that I have spent my night outside my room without an adult supervision because we are apparently hundreds of miles apart. As if they would actually know.

But then I didn’t exactly venture the big city to prove badassery to my parents. I guess i did it to prove something for myself. I don’t know why exactly but somehow I think it is tough for a lazy girl like me who is always trapped in her bedroom every night to go inside the house late. Even for just this one. Needless to say, when I struck the keys of my apartment door and entered, I felt like a boss. I actually did something that is way off the hook for girls with goody two shoes.

First off, I hopped on the mall with Nikki to meet up with our old nautical chum, Rolando and her cousin at 3 something in the afternoon to watch some show with local artists in it. We were so damn ticked to get in the square where people were placing their butts near the stage, and desperate that we were, we agreed to get a pass in a form of a cheap CD where we were going to divide the amount by ourselves. But then the CD was long forgotten when we got in since the guards are quite unwise; they didn’t check the people who actually bought the stuff. oh well, 100 points for the sneaky team.

The show was incredibly fun. It somehow fed my eyes with genetically blessed people dancing and singing on stage and I swear I definitely screamed along with the obsessive fan girls, though I wasn’t quite sure who I am fangirling to. The whole thing ended a few minutes past seven, so we met up with Ryle, Xiannel and Pauline and filled our stomachs with some kickass food at KFC where we bumped Keshia and Kuya Gian. After a few minutes they bade us goodbye and we were left with ourselves, chattering and strolling around the mall.

At 9 something we decided to go to some Park and actually waited for like an hour to get a ride. The waiting wasn’t much of a pain considering we were just cracking up all the time, inventing games and facilitating talks. At 10-ish we roamed around the park. We grabbed some lemon-flavoured soda with icecream on top, checked some clothing stalls, in which I have eyed some cute blouses and fancy earrings and krispy kremes and bought nothing but is still rooting for them anyway. We blabbed some more and finally decided to go home.

Xiannel was the first to summon a taxi, next was Rolando and her cousin and lastly Ryle, Nikki, and me who happily strode on a jeep. Nikki was the first to reach her destination and then me and ryle. and I must admit I was nervous wandering on the streets late at night (or mayhap, early in the morning) seeing people who quite matched the descriptions of real deal burglars and troublemakers in novels but is also partly at ease and thankful for the presence of my male friend. I hail a taxi then to finally reach my apartment and thought about how fun this day went.

Inside my room all I ever thought about was that im definitely going to tell bloggy about it.

-geianne