Have My Flowers and Eat Them, Too

I still remember Claudine, a healer (who opened my Chakras so I didn’t drink during the send-off of one of my batchmates) figured out that I give too much just by touching my shoulders…mental note to self: self above others. Hahaha. I am learning to be a little selfish.

Last August 30, we went to a new friend’s place (who lives with his charming fiancée in this tastefully done apartment) with a bucket of Chickenjoy (hot n’ spicy), a two-piece original meal, rice (7 servings man!), lots of gravy and spaghetti. By we, I meant I went with Bente, Ho, and Pol. Take-out dinner that went with several glasses of wine. Spanish Gate was gooood. Did I mention I love wine? Oh well I do. Red wine particularly. In between, I accompanied Ho to buy a pack of lights and dropped by Kozui and got tea for Bente. Of course, my dear friend was there but we didn’t stay.

Anyway, we were supposed to go home already when Pol made us agree to a round of beer. We ended up at Quattro, with a macho mug each, and a plate of chicharong bulaklak. Earlier, I was kidding Ho to buy me flowers so when we got our pulutan, they joked that I “can have my flowers and eat them, too.” Hahaha Really funny. Had fun and I’m thankful that I have these people as my friends.