It felt like I was in Malate or along Tomas Morato, except that I was walking on sand. The music they played, the dancing lights, the crowd—well, in one bar where most of the advertising agency people converged, it looked like Greenbelt for a night.My officemates decided to get drunk and dance. For a while I was grooving along with them, my movements familiar and reassuring. But after a while I grew tired. Eventually I excused myself to walk along the beach.
The half-moon was blazing brightly, and the stars were out. The water gently caressed the shore. The sand felt hard under my feet.
This was about as emo as I can get in such a place.
I wanted to clear my mind. I wanted to just be at peace. But Lady Gaga was blaring in the background, asking people to fuck her face.
Eventually I went back and danced some more.
3 comments:
Enjoy ur weekend there, Mr Mcvie.
I like the name Lady Gaga. It sets the trend for names like Sir Tado, Duchess of Dork, Countess of Cluts, Baronesa Basagulera, etc.
I still have the name fever in ur previous post. Hehe
@CARRIE: We should tell Migs of MGG to make a second name game, after the BB Gandanghari one. How about:
Prinsesa Pukengkeng
Earl Engeng
Queen Que-horor!
That BB name game was hilarious. :)
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