the protocol for sleeping over

ile Typhoon Seniang gave as much shower as water drippings on a fucked up tap, it didn’t ruin any plan of every hitting the night scene in Cebu last weekend. Saturday, decked in a black trench coat and black pumps, I saw my cousin’s friend, Phillip, who was in Cebu that weekend, a basketball player from Letran (the cycle of basketball players keeps spinning) and no hook-up is ever happening because the guy’s practically a kababata. Eek. I followed at *gasp* Autoshop because he had no other choice to go, his friends dragged him there. I couldn’t stand another minute at the ghetto place so I told Doi i’m taking off. Sorry sweets, we’ll hang next time – some place else where I don’t shudder every fifteen seconds. I’m pretty sure he took it well because he called me at 6am, drunk and happy.