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My 22nd Birthday at Bahia... again!

I have always wanted to spend a whole night (and dawn) with my friends (friends only with no distractions) at the beach or at a resort. And finally, after how many years of planning a night such as that, it has come true on the eve of my birthday. What a way to celebrate my 22nd birthday! I certainly wanted to invite my friends from college but my mind was too full that time. If only I didn't have problems during those days, I would have enjoyed it so much. But I enjoyed it nevertheless. I had fun despite the things that bothered me, which my friends said was obvious even though I didn't tell them the real reason for my despair. But everything is okay now and I could only look back to the memories.

Anyways, it was actually not planned so well. At two in the afternoon, Naomi, Jay, and I decided to celebrate my birthday by spending a night at Bahia Resort Hotel located at Agus, Lapulapu City. We then went to Jen and Bes' place to invite them and called the rest of our ka-BERKS Paolo, Jojo, and Dido. After going to Mambaling, we went to Consolacion, at Naomi's place to get clothes for Naomi and at the same time ask permission from her father. From there, we went to Lapulapu, to pack things for myself.

Then it all began, Naomi, Jay, and I met Jen and Bes at Bahia and proceeded to our room. After a brief videoke session, Jojo, Paolo, and Dido arrived with two family-sized pizzas from Da Vinci. The pizzas were consumed so fast, as all of us were so hungry. We were expecting the Bahia people to serve food 24 hours but they didn't so we really had no food. We were not allowed to bring food at the resort by the way. So to ease our hunger, we ordered chips and bottles of San Mig Light and started our overnight drinking session. Hehehe....

However, the bottles of San Mig Light apparently didn't satisfy Paolo's cravings so we decided to smuggle Jollibee at Bahia. It was so fun running and hiding from the guards as if we were smuggling drugs. Hahaha... We turned off the lights and pretended to be asleep while all of us were consuming the fried chicken, spaghetti, burgers, etc... After eating, we went back swimming, and drinking, and talking again... until seven in the morning. We slept for about four hours and checked out from the resort at twelve noon. Then we had our lunch at Chowking Gaisano Mactan before going home.

Here are some of the pictures:





















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