that's the last line i said in my toast to julian. why, because diomampolution has his back.
anyway, the retreat (i prefer to call it a retreat than anything else, but it also qualifies as a party, celebration, and sleepover) was so much fun. i wish we'd do it again. summer, preferrably.
and since, of course, i'm a kind person, i won't subject you to reading a long novel if you're not willing to. kaya nga may cut eh.
we were off to hacienda de ysmael (that's pronounced hathienda de ythmael, if my spanish serves me correctly) at around 5:30, i think, while we stopped by KFC at SLEX (tawa na, rod) to get a bucket o' chicken. all along the trip we were listening to the ready-for-release diomampolution compilation 2 cd, which contains snippets of soundtracks for fight night round 2, def jam: fight for NY, smackdown vs. raw, lion king II, and that LSYC cd.
seeing that the sta. rosa exit was choked with traffic, we took the new one that leads straight to paseo de sta. rosa (i was like, "wow!" because i'd never taken that exit before) and straight inside technopark. tamang-tama.
yeah, i know. tama lang.
moving on, we arrived at the house (to be perfectly honest, i expected it to be a little bit bigger. mark bitong kasi, eh.) at around 6. julian's mother wasn't home yet (and wasn't going to be for the next six hours) so, we unpacked and went upstairs to play. tekken 5, def jam, sims 2 (yahoo) the usual. after dinner it would still be the same, aside from watching summerslam and then finally retiring to the guest room at 2 am. thing is we were watching a bad copy of scary movie 2 until 3 am.
"jveeh... pipicturan ka namin ha?"
"uy, si matt hardy! YAAY!" (if you don't get it, i'll happily emulate tomorrow)
"uy, cleavage ni ******!"
despite my pestering, julian wouldn't let us watch the vcds on the bottom rack! grr. :P
so i got three hours of sleep (it showed in my red eyes when i woke up) and we had a little tekken and def jam before breakfast. (tulog pa sila jv and julian eh.) this went on and we played the raunchy god of war until rod and his troop arrived at around 10 am. after that it was all tekken and swimming.
"welcome to the rivers of hell. you will ride three laps in these rivers on a small inflated dinghy. after the first lap, you will encounter several tormented souls of hell that will try to capsize your boat and sodomize you. to aid them in doing this, they will needlessly chant 'save us!' over and over."
panaghoy sa suba starring mark diomampo :P
i love those sugar donuts.
kyle: "pepi, i read your blog. i was moved."
anyway, mark and i got out of the pool rather early and took showers. i returned downstairs (after taking a shower, of course, you silly bastard) to the game room to the sound of russell's horrendous singing, afterwhich i headed back upstairs to play some titans. (i was able to make the AI surrender in 28 minutes. beat that, sucka.)
after a fun lunch i went back upstairs for more games. at that point it was pretty much free-for-all until 4 pm where we headed down to the country club for some basketball. marvin, bakaw ka talaga.
mark, russell and myself called it quits after one hour (leiron didn't even last five minutes, and he wasn't playing) and we made a sneaky entrance. kahit kailan malakas talaga boses ni leiron. everyone knows it, and sir alfonso knows it. :P i took another shower and re-emerged undetected yet again.
russell, mark, we can be robbers!
it was a while until the others returned from the court; from that point on it was just pretty much tekken and everything until dinnertime.
we had such a fun dinner outside. we took a lot of pictures and had our usual fill of food and jokes. before leaving we took the last round of pics, some of which can be found on julian's lj. i had to join the convoy just to drop off at paseo de sta. rosa. during the trip we had our last-minute jokes. and guess what? it wasn't even 5 minutes when jv was sleeping again.
and the rest, as they say, is history.
we need another retreat. soon.
"if it was monday tomorrow, we'd all be fucked."
Sunday, September 11, 2005
"haters in the club, back up"
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