Love in this club

When I was in UPLB, going to IC's bar/Java Avenue was more like a routine for me. I eat dinner there, drink coffee and get drunk almost everyday. I was always present, every week, every parties.

I can distinctly remember a part of my life where I actually swore I will never be one of those money-spending, never-sleeping, bar/club frequenting people, but there I was, never a week without it. Thursdays and Fridays were a must, and Wednesdays if there was an actual party. I gotta be out. I gotta get dressed, drunk, and party my butt out to sheer exhaustion. I gotta see people, and people gotta see me.

Okay, that's a pretty obnoxious claim right there, buy hey! If there's one thing I go to the parties for, it's the social scene. But I don't mean the upper realms of showbiz strata. I don't actually go to clubs in Manila or anywhere too "expensive" for me. I want the general public. The UPLB crowd. The hype. The million besos and the hypernetwork of old friends, new friends, acquaintances, and strangers. I love it. I love LB people. I love LB. Shoot me!

But I think I was still new  to that whole spin, and I could sincerely say that I was only learning pillars of that culture. I have been advised, and surely to the best of intentions not to trust the people in the bars, or to atleast not be as nice as I am to everybody. You gotta choose who you're with, who you affiliate yourself to, which group you want to be in, shit like that.

The thing is, I have poor sense of judgment towards people. My Tita gives me a pretty good nagging with regards to this. I have learned the consequences of combining beer and misery. In this particular scenario, you can trust nobody, so don't even get into it. What I need to learn is the part where everybody's still sober, including you, but you still can't trust anyone.

I rarely think of bad people. It's not that I'm caught up in lala land. I was just raised to believe that you get what you give, and I sincerely think I treat people with respect and with tremendous amount of congeniality. So it's hard for me to swallow that people can be shady towards me, or that they can be talking behind my back, or lying to my face. Heck, it's even incomprehensible for me that nobody can dislike me with a valid purpose. I'm a naive little catholic school girl. Fine.

It wasn't really the case for me, the natural occurrence of paranoia because of growing number of friends and seeing the many strangers that only represent the prospect of more. But then things happened and it became an idea for me that haters are all around you and you may not even know it. Really, it's not like I was expecting to make lifetime friends of those people, nor was I expecting to find prince charmings (which FYI, I did. But that's a different story.) and long lost sisters, but the thing was, we could never really say. My optimism kept me on my toes.

Yeah, that whole crazy getting-drunk-everyweek life was just a phase. I was actually even sure that a phase is just what it is for me. The thing was, I wanted to make the most out of my stay there.While I only completely trust a handful of people in the crowded room, the thing that I learned is to just let go and give everybody a chance. Hate me, love me, I give you a good run and smile at you cause I trust myself anyway. Don't take it for being plastic, take it for being kind. I will show love till you give me a good reason to hate and eventually hit, that's what I say. Like I said, I gotta see people, and people gotta see me. Friends or strangers, fans or haters, you make my clubbing nights fun and worth coming back to every week.

Hey, I say it's a better perspective.

IC's bar

Java Avenue

Circa, Eastwood

Alabang Town Center