Nais ko sanang magsulat ngayon sa Filipino, subalit… sige na, sige na, pagbigyan na natin sila…




Last Saturday was nice. I would like to thank and for dragging me along, into “their world.” ^{kahit na nagmistula akong batang walang kaalam-alam sa daigdig na ito. Masaya. Haha.}

Wow. Ayexist’s influence is really winning me over. Imagine, I wore a skirt.
But if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have met so many deviants. so cool. Parang whoa.

And.

MANIX! $#!+. SI MANIX! Dude! P^+*@! Tol! Ang galing nya… idol. At marunong pa siyang magkahon.

Hai. Sana sumikat din ako.

Sooo…



I arrived home knowing that a few relatives were coming for dinner, but when I heard the catering truck roll up to our driveway, I remembered how “few” we really are.

Kiss. Smile. Hug. Smile. For I don’t know how many minutes, I breathed the scent of granny perfumes, foundation and after shave.

“Oh Denise, you look so mature now. I like your hair, looks more sophisticated.”
“Carla po.”

We haven’t seen each other for a few years so a pinch of dead air among cousins was expected. But silence was very enthusiastic last night, didn’t fail to come back with his part of the conversation, it somehow seemed like we were having a prayer meeting or cult initiation:

“haha… haay…”
“…”
“….”
“…..”
“sooo…”
“wassup?”

We were craving for dessert, but we’re not that fond of walnuts and prune cakes, so we set out for Mini Stop to get some canned coffee and ice cream in plastic cones.

Sugar, fixed. Ice, broken. Witticisms spilled out.


It’s been a while since I posted something like this.
We have changed, I’m sure.
how am I? I'm fine. I’m looking for that thing that could make me “deliriously happy and dance like a dervish”… ^{kung mag-droga kaya ako. Haha.} There was a reason why I was able to say “yes, sure” when my Religion teacher asked us about Death. There was. Now I can’t remember.

I’m boring. I need help.
Alms for the uninspired,
please.

haha... sooo...

wassup?