I asked Santa for a bottle of RH beer-below-zero-degrees

It takes unwarranted chemical reactions in all of my muscles, a long overdue 40 winks in high noon, and a shot of the most wonderful coffee I can concoct for myself to rid me of that annoying tone in my previous posts. That tone of forced measure, of writing without depth and any sort of proper thought. Those posts that capitalize on past experiences, of unfounded nostalgia over recent routines...

This Christmas season, I asked Santa for a bottle of RH beer-below-zero-degrees. It is impossible not to think about the Fridays I used to have when today is a Friday. I become uneasy all of a sudden every Friday. I always feel like I have something important to do. And then it hit me. It must be because Friday nights have always been a night out with my biology friends. It wasn't just a regular routine, it was part of our daily lives. We finish our day in Payag sa Likod, the home of our society, mulling over the day's lessons, exchanging gossip about the latest natural discoveries, and debate on the physiological armory of some ancient extant deep-water animals. Sometimes our professor comes along, shocking the crowd composed of some of her students into jaw-dropping morons. It was always a sight to behold. And it was always a privilege to have these moments with your professor, sitting around in cross-legged fashion in the beach-style bar, who you admire so much. She acquired her phd from down-under, James Cook University - as if that's not enough to gain anybody's admiration. Her presence can sometimes be a bummer for the rest of the crowd. It's funny how they become almost tame whenever she's around, and there we were, oblivious.

And then the unlimited beer keeps coming, sometimes more than 5 cases of our favorite red artiodactyl. We would end up so engrossed with our conversations that when the crowd gets to that high point and begins a mass flesh-on-flesh grinding, we would still be downing bottles and just be thinking. It was always great. Freely-flowing conversations with the topics we all are interested in. I sometimes have a problem talking to people with a bottle in hand because all I want to talk about is not something generally talked about in these kinds of places. So I stick to my own crowd, explicitly talk about problems with my thesis, critic someone else's, piss someone off... Those things. Never mind the massive blackout later, or the impossible hangover the next day. 

So what brings me here? The impulse to just go out and buy cans of kirin beer and drink to my content. I'd　love to get drunk in my room now. Sounds weird, but it happens. Sometimes, the roommates next door drink solo and get drunk themselves just like in college-themed movies. I'll stop here for now..;P

Care to send me one? :P