Virgin..first time for everything

No.. I didn't lose my virginity. It's just that I'm like a kid experiencing everything for the first time. I went to Hed Kandi last night and it was my first time to go to a party that big. I felt stupid when they marked my wrist with a star and I kept saying, "Wala naman ah!" Good thing my friend was kind enough and he told me that he said the same thing during his first time. Haha! Turns out when it's lighted by white light, it'll glow. Wehehehe..

For the most part, I enjoyed myself. Forget the cigarette smoke in the air that made my eyes hurt, or the fact that my sister was picking me up when I was at the peak of my happiness (thanks for doing that, anyway..I really didn't wanna go home yet). I realized...I love dancing. It relieves stress. Moving around with the music is great. Sugar said I was a sensual dancer. NGEK! Whatever man. She wasn't bad herself. That takes me back to the time when we went to Fitness First and tried out this dance class. It was soo funny. We were like.."wtf?!" We both claimed we weren't dancers...but well oh well..turns out we are..in our own way. Haha!

Sugar and Me

Me and Sugar

When the party was over, I was frikking paranoid. I mean I wasn't home at 4am?! Looking back, it was hilarious. I was such a party-pooper for letting Sugar and Marben take me home after when everyone headed to Sugar's house to chill and sleep over since her parents weren't home. But there's something good in there! Yes, I'm an obedient daughter (in general) and I still don't do sleepovers like they always told us girls not to do. The sun was almost up when I got home...or was it already up?! First time when I had to literally tiptoe my way up. There's a first time for everything..

Of course, I wasn't to get away with this. A few hours after I went to bed, my Mom was knocking on our door and telling us to go down. My spirits were still up so I had no trouble getting up. I was the first one in the breakfast table. Haha! Obvious. My Dad, in his mad tone asked me, "Anong oras ka umuwi?!" As usual, my Mom would do something that is just...I dunno..irritating? She goes, "Edi umaga na." Well..duh.. So I said, "Umaga na." Zaza and Kuya Nono entered as my Dad started his sermon about partying late and how parties in his time weren't like that. Then I thought my Dad was liberal. He could be close-minded at times. I mean...parties in OUR time start at 12mn, in his time that's when parties end. Good thing my siblings came to the rescue. We all argued about the curfew and I'm sure we said our point pretty clearly. My Dad didn't have much to say anymore so he just said I can't party for 2 months. Yeah right...