Rebellion Turned Disappointment
I just got back from Tagaytay - nothing more than a whole day of sleeping around, cold weather induces lethargy.
Last Friday, I found myself hanging around Meralco Ave. instead of being in DLSU for the victory party (hehe, I never really counted myself a Lasallian despite being in a La Salle institution for most of my young life). We (Joey, Matt, & myself) were planning to party at the first Oktoberfest party of the year, it being so close to our homes and all.
Unfortunately, a shortage of funds among us ruined that idea. Although Matt suggested that he'd treat us with his first paycheck from Legacy Philippines, the banks were closed by the time he got the check. So instead of listening to bands and drinking the night away, we found ourselves listening to the testimonies of some of Matt's associates at Legacy, urging us to join the "business". I couldn't really blame them. After all, the more people they recruit, the more they earn, if I understood them correctly.
By 8:45, we collected what we had left and bought ourselves a round of beer at the Minimart that stood conveniently beside the Legacy office. As if the night could not get any worse, a puritan couple asked the guard to shoo us away from the perimeter of the apartment where we were enjoying our beers. It was one can each! What harm could we do? By 9:45 Joey and I were on our way home (Matt went ahead despite the influence of alcohol). What a waste!
Last Friday, I found myself hanging around Meralco Ave. instead of being in DLSU for the victory party (hehe, I never really counted myself a Lasallian despite being in a La Salle institution for most of my young life). We (Joey, Matt, & myself) were planning to party at the first Oktoberfest party of the year, it being so close to our homes and all.
Unfortunately, a shortage of funds among us ruined that idea. Although Matt suggested that he'd treat us with his first paycheck from Legacy Philippines, the banks were closed by the time he got the check. So instead of listening to bands and drinking the night away, we found ourselves listening to the testimonies of some of Matt's associates at Legacy, urging us to join the "business". I couldn't really blame them. After all, the more people they recruit, the more they earn, if I understood them correctly.
By 8:45, we collected what we had left and bought ourselves a round of beer at the Minimart that stood conveniently beside the Legacy office. As if the night could not get any worse, a puritan couple asked the guard to shoo us away from the perimeter of the apartment where we were enjoying our beers. It was one can each! What harm could we do? By 9:45 Joey and I were on our way home (Matt went ahead despite the influence of alcohol). What a waste!
