we colleagues at the obscure college agreed to hold a christmas party at the academic affair's secretary's house but things went so favorable that we ended up spending more hours in the nearby padi's point. since i don't drink, i had no choice but to play the resident g.r.o. some guys there were interesting and one actually traded numbers with me, but the place was composed mostly of men that would remind urbanites of christmas ball goers in far-flung barrios. i had to concede to niño and rr, who have a thing for males of the hard labor kind. to make up for the colonial loss, i joined kenneth and jennifer in dancing on top of the ledge. i felt so confident that i wanted to peel away my shirt, but the thought of bulky bouncers hauling me out in the highway prevented me from going topless. only when the crowd went wilder over popular culture songs like those of salbakuta's and kamandag ng marikina's that we stopped wiggling to the music of rihanna. if "kabet" gets played, could "bawal na gamot" be far behind?
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