The Barangay Sto. Nino Secrets

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

This is the secet revelations of how medical students have gone wild in the community.

(Guys, Jay-ar and Cocoy have already divulged what we did in Sto. Nino so I might as well milk the experience for what it was worth. Hehehe...)

Armed with one 700 ml Gilbey's Gin, 300 ml Island Mixer, one Tanduay long neck and lapad, one 1.5 Coke, an MP3 full of songs you can dance to and two flashlights, the medical students plus one medtech gaduate have proceeded to party like it's year 2000.

"Get down, get down, get moving all around..."

The medical students' lipsynching and dancing skills to the songs of the Backstreet Boys appeared out of nowhere. Closed lights except for two flashlights held up and constantly rotated by two hands served as a makeshift disco ball. Instead of peanuts, sisig or chicharon, the pulutan consisted of a mix of Potato Chips, Moby, Beer Munch, Chippy and V-cut.

Imagine your face flush bright red after 5 sips of the alcohol mix, that slowly burning feeling sticking to your throat, that addictive feeling of a warm throbbing in all the vessels in your body, slightly tainted by some pinpoint itchiness, followed by the amazing experience of hearing your blood flow through your ears and your heart beat without even using a stethoscope, then followed by a humongous headache that slowly escalates despite you popping incessant amounts of Paracetamol on one hand and your drink on another.

Then, darkness slowly encrouches and a whoozy feeling envelopes you as you try to stand up and walk to the bathroom to pee. You try to sleep off your headache. After a few minutes or so, you sit up from bed, surprised that someone has also taken up space beside you. Your stomach growls like crazy, the room spins, people are concerned and provide you with a huge basin and flourescent lamp... Like, what the hell am I gonna do with a flourescent lamp?... You stand up, slowly crawl to the bathroom, puke out everything that you have consumed that night, over and over.

And over.

And over.

And over again.

The flag of Barangay Silucap has surrendered.

"Sub, Len, sub!"

Batch 97 is the first man - or rather woman - down.

Batch 99 follows.

You are now okay. You consider going back to join your drinking buddies. Then you remember, you're on 24-hour duty at the hospital tomorrow. Little Evil Mae tells you you're on complete bed rest at the hospital anyway. Little Angel Mae asks you what you're going to tell your dutymates if you go to the hospital nursing a huge hang-over and looking like you need to be infused with D5050 stat. LIttle Angel Mae wins. You go back to your bed and sleep.

"Sleep na 'ko, guys. Duty pako tomorrow."

While deep in your slumber, slowly, your drinking buddies all fall down. One by one, people desperately find bushes and empty toilet bowls to vomit their hearts out. The alcohol has intercepted with the normal cerebellar function thus, somebody overshoots his barf and ends up puking all over the toilet floor. Someone develops a severe allegic reaction. Panic ensues and people began desperately looking for anti-histamine meds. Eligible drivers of the transportation are too wasted to drive safely to the pharmacy. Thankfully, someone had emegency meds at hand.

Somewhere during the night, you realize your bedmate is taking up more space in the bed. You think, hmmm... Maybe he's been working out these past few days. Thankfully, you haven't fallen off the bed yet. You are now too sleepy and too drunk to care. You are unaware though that the reason why you haven't fallen off is because he was already holding you by the waist and he was practically hugging you in a semi-spooning manner.

The aftermath: You wake up at 6:30 AM the next day. You realize that you were too wasted last night to even take a shower, change your clothes, brush your teeth or even charge your cellphone. While the guilty party with dysdiadochokinesia las night cleans up the toilet, you boil rice. While you take a bath and finally get ready for hospital duty, some good soul cooks breakfast. Your drinking buddies slowly wake up one by one and taunt you about what happened while you were sleeping.

"Ha? I feel so used..."

Hahaha...

Strangely, despite the 7 hours sleep and the alarm at 6:30 AM, you end up almost one hour late for your hospital duty. Arghhh!!!