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The Story of Bali

February 12, 2007

 Hey guys!

Duches is here in Cebu (OMG! Woohoo!) hehe

We had dinner at Paui and Aileen’s house last friday. Liempo, Pochero, Lechon Manok, and a lot of rice, jokes here, jokes there, dinagko’g birahanay, ginagmay’g chika: a typical dinner. hehe! 😀

Anyway, after dinner, we went to our number one bestest, most favoritest dessert restaurant: La Marea!! (Woohoo!! Fireworks!! *boom!* *pudufffff* *pudufffff* *crackle* *pop*)

This is where the Memories of Bali took place.

After we did what we could with the Warm Brownie Cups (*drool drool*), we continued with whatever conversations we could bring up, part of which was about stuff that happened in our batch. We were pretty engrossed, as usual, reminiscing about the past and how they’ve affected us up to now. In one of our quiet times, Paui sang a tune, “Memories…”and then Aileen coined all of a sudden (and also with a tune), “… of Bali…”
(From Left) Aileen, Duches, Len, and Bele

We were.. like.. dumbfounded, confused, flabbergasted.. you know.. the usual..


(From left) Achi, Paula, and Bird

Then the whole night just suddenly turned all Bali-like. Everything we said had to have “of Bali.” hehehe Aileen was so overwhelmed with joy that she cried. Pictures not taken during this emo moment. heheheh!

Ahem ahem..

So that’s about it. It was another fun night. 😀


(Behind the camera: Dru)

Baboosh ginamoosh!

Dru

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