I partied hard as FUCK with my ZERO year today. She's called Maria and she's so damn beautifully gorgeously cute it makes me dizzy! Like a normal Portuguese girl should be ;)
I met her at the uwc meeting, had some white wine. Persuaded her to come with me to my town.
Once arrived we both passed out for 3 hours on my sofas since the night before we both had gone out until dawn. My elder friends arrived, we drank a lot of wine, sangria and nice portuguese home made spirits. Got a ride from one of the friends, his son provided me with some marrocan fresh supplies.
After enjoying them we went to a bar to the party of a friend of mine - it was rocking. At 3 we left to the local disco(2 dancefloors, a 2 chill out areas and a warming up/making out place). I hadn't danced with such fucking joy and joyness and happyness and eagerness since I saw Mr. Carl Cox hitting the decks about 2 years ago.
Maria loved it!!! I loved it too, to be very honest.
Conclusion:
Many parties in one single day. Many different alcoholic drinks consumed, in moderate quantities(obviously). A LOT of Fun had with my zero year.
Goals Achieved:
Sparked up with a girl(I honestly fucking love it), whom was MY ZERO YEAR!!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH SHE'S GONNA FIT IN FUCKING AWESOME IN FLEKKE FFS!!! She's gonna fucking love it.
Only Filipa left now to spark up with Vasco!!!
I can now confidently say:
Portugal is...gonna be represented by Maria in RCN and I am happy and proud about it.
I love my National committee, Thanks for the white wine! I love Maria, she's a bit of the party animal type. Najs?Ah and she can fucking dance!
Ps.: Met these two people at the UWC meeting one from Malaysia and a Girlf from Kenya. Fucking friendly as chilled fluffy fat cats, we're gonna keep in touch.
I just wish you all would have been here, Oh My God!!!
Sunday, 8 July 2007
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Picks.
Shut up Nat.
I second that. We need to verify this claim of fitness. Vasco. It is hereby your duty to provide us with pictures of your first-year.
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