February 23, 2007

if ill want a part of my life novelized, (novelized, not moviesized. iwont want to get insulted with whoever theyll hire to play the part, pft) my second choicell have to be yesterday. the first one, well thats too mushy for any director's stomach to take




PIGGY-that-just-walked-by-an-abandoned-butcher-house-BANK

-the night before, iwasted my money on a play of miss estella's organization. she didnt even appear
-ilost my spongebob notebook that contained two month's worth of education somewhere in that play's theatre
-my prospect's ignoring me, in every sense of the word, and idontknow why (but she already knows of my intentions from the start. why then the rejection aura just now???)
-iscoured up my bag only to realize that iforgot my ballpen
-the professor in journ told me that ginebra-smb looked like a scripted play
-somebody took home the books i need for a project. selfishness tickles me at the temple
-the anatomy book iborrowed for an open-book activity sucked. it was a dissection guide for anatomists
-ifinally noticed the pile of requirements piled themselves up waiting for me to notice them
-the food in the carinderia took about an hour to be prepared. and it still required money
-infront of a group of collegialas, istepped on a gum


DANCING QUEEN

itold richmond to seduce edree (ebz) by cornering her in a corner and doing an ABBA

the commotion was that ebz and her partner (some junathan guy, iheard) bested five other couples in a slow-dance contest for the gold

what else would a queen want but a king, ayt?

too bad. iwas not in the mood to congratulate ebz when she visited us cheerers of hers later

the venue was an over-sized spa

and the contest proper was taking too long. it had gone for 4 boring (except for the roughly 20minutes our classmates performed) hours already and a special event iwas needed in was starting in about 1 and a half

"iwanted to congratulate her (ebz) badly but meg and the others had teased me even before ihad begun :("

thats by richmond, when we were in the LRT. gossip-lovers, ientrust this information to you



OUTSIDE ARANETA

my face was that of Romeo when he saw Juliet in the coffin (Shakespearean. you better believe it) when we got down the stairs to the ticket booth of the Big Dome

all the seats but Gen Ad already had butts on them. and yet gametime was still 30minutes away

Upper Boxes A and B had SOLD OUT next to their displays, as well as SRO (Standing Room Only)

my words to richmond earlier in the classroom got spitted back in my face

"okay lang sakin yung Upper B, sigurado namang may aabutan pa tayong ganun,, pero kung Gen Ad nalang, wag nlang noh"

ilooked at my friend, and seeing him not reading my mind, ipaid for our tickets and went on to the stairs to the topmost of araneta coliseum



INSULT

we dropped by gen-ad's male CR before entering the arena. was idissapointed

there were no urinals. instead there were rows and rows of tiled walls with dripping faucets at the top

babsy told me the day before that ilooked like someone who used walls for cock spitting. it was an okay joke for me

but that one of the gen-ad

tsk. itseemed to me that the aranetas designed the place specifically for the people thatll be using them:

GENERAL ADMISSION PEOPLE. THE ONES THATLL BE WATCHING THE BIG DOME SHOWS AND WILL BE PURCHASING THE CHEAPEST TICKETS

no words for what ifelt, really. Join The Club iheard watched UST-ADMU Game3 from the ceiling seats

but other than that, discrimination was in the air


mater et magistra (3rd Encyclical of the Roman Catholic Fraternity in Rome)
-the widening gap between the rich and the poor

youre not doing a good job, enforcers of christianity




THE VIEW

even the gen-ad was full. richmond and i watched the game on our feet, the uncomfortable seats of the other thirty-peso paying customers in front of us

that wasnt much of a trouble when the game began, though, thankfully. as richmond offered, icould finally yell and jump all iwant without having to bother with my inhibitions. the venue after all wasnt designed to accommodate the goody-two-shoed-"no-we-must-not-be-too-boastful-and-arrogant-fellahs" type of fans



17,000+

this was a disappointment, too. seeing that much people stuffing themselves in a dome of concrete and steel, iwas confident that the numbers would reach 20k, even with a chance to dwarf Crispa-Toyota's achievements

iwas real bothered with the twenty thousand live attendance of UST-ADMU Game3, you know. it was like another insult: these amateurs are more famous than my professional boyfriends. how sad :(

ipromised myself then that should Ginebra reach the Finals, the sales would be bashing UAAP's pride so hard that itd fold up for sure

but it didnt. despite being sandwiched by the average filipinos from all sides, ilooked at the announcement of gate attendance that indicated no more than 17,999, not even a record for ginebra (the most ican remember since jawo's departure was 18300)

damn ginebra fans



NO HARD-ONs

usually, the astig pba dolls and the extreme magic dancers elicited hoots and whistles from the araneta crowd

for most of the game however, their intermissions produced only dead air

no, thats not from getting tired of the repetitive music they try to move into

ginebra was down by as much as 16 during the game

and danny seigle (SMB) (the gorgeous professor mentioned his name. you must then acknowledge this guy's ball prowess) was even sitting for most of the first 30 minutes

caguioa was having an offnight. ginebra could not do their fastbreaks. my best pals tugade and wesley gonzales (SMB) were hitting their lucky shots. racela's (SMB) mouth was wide open with happiness. SMB's fans, despite numerical INFERIORITY, were squeaking with delight. the trouble of getting tickets for the game threatened to commit suicide in the drain



I SEE MYSELF IN YOU

ill have to watch the game's replay tomorrow just to see where and when exactly ginebra's comeback began

iwas waiting for it so hard that forgetting to mark what play or minute it happened is such a regret for me

but anyway, when it did, the coliseum was in a riot

i managed to use my cellphone's recorder to secure a copy of the moment. ilistened to it a while ago. it was rumbling with araneta's uproars. but nothing still to remind me of the plays that put the place to life once again

richmond told me that the mid-thirties guy beside him was possessed with KiLiG the whole time. yes, kilig, like when your crush's skin brushed by yours. the guy was clapping so girly and so hard that richmond found it hard to suppress his giggles when storytelling later

the guy beside me was more manly. when Sunday Salvacion (Ginebra) hit a big three-pointer, his arms swung down to his hips hard, like he was doing the boom-tarat-tarat with passion. he did it so many times that it became obscene already

a guy two homo sapiens away cringed the same way idid when Billy Mamaril (Ginebra) missed his freethrow. that is, going straight to the wall behind us and hugging it wishing for our deaths already

ipity richmond. hes got lots of stories of geh doing sugar by pinching him on the arms. i, however, was so sugary that he mustve wished iwas geh. iburied my head unto his shouder when Jayjay (Ginebra) missed a big jumper. ipunched him when Sunday took an out-of-balanced three and missed it. ishook him around hard when Hatfield (Ginebra) got a nice lay-up coming off an offensive rebound. ithink i hugged him more than a few times during the endgame, especially when Sunday buried that long jumper to tie the game, 94 all



WISHING I HAD A REMOTE

one good thing about watching via TV is that everytime the game goes down the wire, ican easily switch to another channel, thus saving my family from hospital bills

freethrows deserve the ESPECIALLY

SMB took a timeout after Sunday tied locked the game at 94, with around 30 seconds remaining. by that time, iwas already breathing and sweating so hard it was easy to guess that ihad just done something impure. my hands werent cold though, thank god

richmond told me later that iwas shaking

Ginebra did a good job on that play, doing defense and making racela look stupid. for some reason however, the ball landed on an open Lordy Tugade (SMB) and time suddenly stopped; ididnt even hear my own shriek

"pano kaya kung puro kamalasan mangyari, noh tol?" iremember joking richmond earlier, on our way to Cubao. "offnight si caguioa, pumutok si Danny S, magdown the wire, tas si Tugayde mkatira ng heartbreak shot? iyak siguro ko nun, noh?"

the ball hit the inner rim, then bounced hard upwards before landing in Jayjay's hands. he took a timeout at once. 16seconds

idontknow how to describe myself then. iwas wishing ihad a remote

when play resumed, bonkers became a tame word. my heart came up with a mantra of its own: ohmygod. ohmygod. ohmygod

they gave the ball to caguioa and araneta roared

(im having goosebumps right now, thinking of 47 struggling the entire night, and yet was given the play to drive down the lane, battling defenders and critics, and going in the air for that game-winning, CHAMPIONSHIP-clinching basket. god, goosebumps again)

but wesley gonzales was too tight on caguioa, prompting him to return the ball to jayjay

at the 4-second mark, jayjay took a screen and slashed through the defense for a lay-up. the ball rolled around the rim for a while (araneta was holding its breath, im sure) before going out. he was going to take two freethrows

iwished again that ihad a remote

how the hell did jayjay ever made those two? can you put a thread in the eye of a needle while a million people watched you?

96-94. with only two seconds remaining, SMB went to Tugayde in the left corner and, covered by two Ginebra players, threw the ball in the ring's direction



SUICIDAL

ithink iwent deaf after that. the balloons started to go down and the big scorebox in the air rained silver confettis. it was one of the most beautiful things ive ever seen in my entire life

(irarely use cliches. imagine how exemption-worthy that line is)

nerissa guevarra talked about how dying while you are at the peak of your happiness is actually a good thing

who wants to go sad after just having the smiles of your life, ayt?

when asked about you, people would go like "atleast he was happy when went on"

youd be unlike they who hugged their necks with nylon only after 1) a break-up with an intimate 2) a loved one's death 3)failing the UPCAT or 4) bankruptcy

you could finally bitcherize "life sucks"

unfortunately, im too much of a coward, haha


THE PARTY

the runner-ups, the San Miguel Beermen, were re-introduced into the court after a slight lull

many of my ka.brgys gave them a polite applause, isuppose with the cliche "thank you for the nice fight you gave us" in their heads

iwas a hypocrite. before, iwas meaning to boycott them and yell even more sour-winner cusses when they took their second place plaques. idontknow what got into me and ipretended iwas an educated fan

hatfield climaxed the first few minutes by removing his jersey and displaying a body more apt for wrestlers. apparently, hes a big fan of Triple H (a wrestler), though that was already obvious when he pointed up to the fans in the left, then at the right, then threw his head back and sprayed water in the air while flexing his muscles- a typical Triple H signature

iwas about to faint then. i ignored the passing vendors of water and iced tea earlier because iwas too busy on the game. iwas regretting that decision by this time

tubid (Ginebra) went up the stepladders and cut the net

jayjay was awarded as the Finals MVP. iexpected and WANTED for him that. caguioa's just the fourth guy in my list. im part sportswriter you know; im not always biased for caguioa

caguioa, meanwhile, was weeping in the pedestal. he was put on the big monitor and the people of araneta warmly cheered. its not hard to understand why many of us love him the most among my other boyfriends



NO NEED FOR EAVESDROPPING

richmond and i watched as the rest of the world slowly filed out of the Big Dome

it felt great

when we went out, the guard was already sliding the gates of the gen-ad close. richmond and i shared a laugh for all the other people upstairs that we left behind

ididnt know if it was just me, but wherever we went, the atmosphere was so light and so contented. richmond related to me that when ginebra last won the championship with jaworski, it seemed to him like it was the entire philippines that celebrated. cubao, to me, as little as it is, felt like nirvana already (does heaven really feel that way? ibetter start spreading goodwill if thats the case)

while waiting to cross the pedestrian, a motorcycle passed by, the driver shouting "panalo ginebra! woohooo!" and many in the crowd we were in raised their arms and cheered with the driver as he went on his way. alright, iwas one of them

a van drove by, a banner of the team hanging down from its windows

another motorcycle crossed; the driver ecstatic, too

a group we passed by was hollering "Salvacion!! (Salvation)"

another one was talking about tubid, but we were passing by so fast it blurred at once

outside, the fastfoods were all full, and table after table you could hear happy opinions about the game

some gurl was trying to establish eye contact with richmond. on less moody days, whenever that happened, iwould have distanced a little from my friend- idont want to spoil the girl's view, get it?

but that night, isticked against richmond even more. iwas happy, hell, but iwasnt letting anyone feel the same way via non-ginebra routes. let her fuck somebody else



GOODNIGHT

iarrived few minutes before one in the morning. iwas still high. iwanted to update this blog immediately, but then ialso knew that ihad just 2 or 3 something hours' worth of sleep the night before. plus, the dream wouldve been terrific

iremember no dream however

maybe thats because i already had lived it 14 hours ago








ilove cheesy lines

iwas supposed to update yesterday evening, but idecided to postpone it till today just incase something more interesting came up in my dreams

and something did



the last time ihad an action-packed subconscious theatrical play was right after jaworski left the Kings for the Senate and the team was making me feel more of the loser that ialready was

my sleep had me in a ginebra jersey guarding against then dominant Bong Hawkins of Alaska



action-packed

you know, the kind of dream thatd have your heart screaming 'just quit Silent Hill damnit!' after

what ihad was no asian flick re-enactment, however




for some reason, iwas given by some blur-faced guy 800 pesos right outside SM Quiapo

iknew some of the money was mine; mr.charity instructed me to buy something for him with the rest

alright, so icontinued on my way to the bus stop, all the while trying to fit the bundle of bills inside my purse

(the arvee in the dream was pretty stupid. hes a regular of the place and yet hes still not aware of Quiapo Survival Lesson #1?

FLAUNT YOUR WEALTH ONLY IF YOU WANT PEOPLE MUTTERING 'lets see how youll look like in 5minutes dumbass,' UNDER THEIR BREATHS)

iwas having a hard time pursing my money when inoticed that iwas walking straight to three biceps

yes, they looked that big, one of them even with a serious case of beer belly

they saw the money first before they saw me; no one could mistake the twinkle they had in their eyes for anything else


i instantly ordered my legs to go on reverse, but somehow they were on an autopilot; "the play has to have a story, youknow," my mind was sneering at me

so, my feet brought me to the three goons. iwas already stuffing the money in my pocket, but mister stomach was already reaching for the same place

i initiated the action part of the play, however. ijumped high and, waving to the usual big crowd under LRT1-Carriedo, shouted HELP

yes, that was action

all eyes were on us, ofcourse. isprinted out of my friends' grips at once and started for the bus station

the bullies were on me the very next second. thank god some DVD vendor pounced on them before they got their fists on my pitiful body

idashed fast to a half-closed store in Plaza Sta. Cruz
(its an open area near the LRT Station.)
(dream arvee was real stupid, im concluding now. the LRT Station had dogs as well as beer bellies in police uniform, a much safer place. the hell)

going under the the shutter and grabbing the security guard in the store, i half-hysterically asked him to make the bad guys go away (awful, that sounded soooo gay!)

then mister sikyo pulled out a knife, made it kiss my ribs, and asked me to hand over my money. the hell. just P800 and iwas already in resident evil?!?

iheld back his wrists with all my might (which isnt really mighty at all) so iwont have to die a painful death. mister sikyo wasnt that strong, must be, unable to out-arm-wrestle an anatomy model


the three goons suddenly arrived, bumping themselves on the store shutter.

mister sikyo was distracted for a moment and i immediately went for the rest of the store, climbing the spiral stairs

its just P800. irepeated to myself. damnit



ididnt know how it happened. its possible ofcourse, since my mind was wanting me to piss in my pants so it could tell me theres a camera nearby and im in WowMali

two of the goons were already waiting for me upstairs. they looked even bigger, meaner, and well, fatter

one grabbed me, but somehow, we're at an unfriendly edge of the floor, so he couldnt possibly shake me and unpolitely ask for my money

he was so fat he was losing his balance. ipushed him off like he were a balloon and down he went, crashing on the escalators (ESCALATORS! a second ago icould swear they were stairs!)

the second goon looked at his friend below and stared. isupposed he wanted me to push him, and itried but he wouldnt budge. this time, he finally noticed me and played strangle-the-protagonist. itried pushing him away but instead, he fell down right next to the first goon

seeing them look like splatters of flesh and blood below, ifinally realized imust be dreaming. ithen imagined the ground they were lying on to earthshake a crack on itself, then open and gobble them up, licking them with tongue of flames

nothing happened, however. my mean mind, grr


ithen took another escalator down the store and out into the plaza again. a bus was passing by and iboarded it at once

it was unbelievably full. ihad no choice but to stand in the corridor

as the sunset rays made me sweat, iremember putting on the kind of smile that usually, in the movies, cued for the screen to fade to black and the credits to roll over





ive never been held before with a knife or a gun and im so thankful for it

swindling's been tried on me, however, three or four times already, and again im so thankful none had worked so far

my first time was when this guy stopped me on my way to the tricycle station. he was asking me for directions to a non-existing towing service shop in LasPinyas. he then offered to give me P200 just so ill accompany him to the place, which he promised would be strangely near

irejected him

(imade that sound romantic on purpose. hah, gurls dont always get all the fun)



the joke that youd have to walk atleast once in the flood just so whatever's flowing in your veins'd be finally of St. Thomas is funny. the other one, that youd have to be robbed atleast once in the four streets that guard the Saint, however, isnt

im too emotionally down to write anything thatd proudly bear my signature




ireceived the news that Sidney Sheldon (world’s greatest novelist, that is, unless papasam decides to dethrone him) is dead during a basketball game in araneta coliseum. iremember being too happy with what iwas watching then, thus denying him the sad respect that he deserved

iwanted to offer a tribute by listing all the quotable quotes, killer lines, clichés and big bangs that his novels have to offer. getting lost (as usual) however, with his greatest, the Other Side of Midnight, ihad no choice but to admit that doing so would require an entire book in itself

thus here, ishall be listing only the story of the said novel, during its seventh chapter. the goody-two-shoed protagonist, Catherine Alexander, became William Fraser’s (a Washington D.C. biggie) intimate partner after the guy bedded her during an after-office workout. id be doing the narration and the comments, with the old man taking care of the literary blows

its interesting, she thought, how the things other people do seem so horrible, and yet when youre doing them they seem so right. when you are reading about the sexual experiences of someone else, its True Confessions, but when its you, it’s the Ladies’ Home Journal
(Catherine’s insight of her being William's unofficial wife)

Contrary to what Fraser had said, sex with him did not become more exciting, but Catherine told herself that sex was only a small part of a relationship. She was not a schoolgirl who needed constant titillation, she was a mature woman
(about men that boasted of their brilliances in bed. On a lighter note,,, soooo schoolgirls really ARE vulnerable to unChristian acts, after all, huh?)

Catherine: Its like another world. I envy your growing up here
William: Do you think youd like living on a farm?
Catherine: This isn’t exactly a farm. Its more like owning your own country
(Fraser takes Catherine to his parents’ home to introduce her. Well, ijust liked how she made William look like a craphead…)

William: Did you enjoy the evening?
Catherine: Very much. I liked your parents
William: They liked you too
Catherine: Im glad
And she was. Except for the vaguely disquieting thought in the back of her mind that somehow she shouldve been more nervous about meeting them
(Actually, the word Catherine used much earlier was CURIOUSITY. Do you get that, being merely curious with seeing the couple that gave life to your future-husband?? Now ladies, the next time mr.suave snatches your heart off you, make him take you to where his elderlies live. If you start feeling a little too kris aquino-ique, then that mister suave aint yours)

(in Los Angeles, Catherine Alexander meets Larry Douglas, the hormone-spinning two-legged-son-of-a-bitch that made this novel stand on the pedestal. Larry stalks her for a while, and in this scene, sends her a glamour shot of him with a love quote)

Cathy’s secretary: My God! Is he real?
Catherine: Fake. The only real thing is the picture its printed on
Secretary: (watches in dismay as Larry gets torn) What a waste. Ive never seen one like that in the flesh
Catherine: In Hollywood, they have sets that are all front- no foundation. You’ve just seen one
(bitterness on my part why i included this, iguess. Go Sheldon.)

(Catherine meets Larry in a restaurant. Apparently, Larry and William were good friends. Larry’s revealed to be an ace pilot of the air squadron from London)

Catherine: How were the English girls?

Larry: They were fine. Of course, I didn’t have much time for that sort of thing. I was busy flying
Catherine: (in her head) Like hell you didn’t. I’ll bet there wasn’t a virgin left standing within a hundred miles of you
(What a nice line. That’s no exaggeration of course. Sigh, Mark Caguioa, why did I end up being anybody but you…)

(Catherine’s getting bombarded in the office with calls from Larry. At first, she tried ignoring them, then somehow decided to talk to him for one last time)

She waited for another call from him all afternoon. He had not called by six oclock. Why should he?, Catherine asked herself. He’s out laying six other girls. Youre lucky. Being involved with him would be like going to a butcher shop. You take your number and wait your turn
(Fucking analogy. But still, what a nice way to be butchered. Ahem. Im speaking for the femalekind, ofcourse)

(Catherine saw Larry standing by her car, looking like Adonis and Venus’ offspring)
Catherine: Don’t do this to me. I want you to leave me alone. I belong to William.
Larry: Where’s your wedding ring?

Catherine: For God’s sake, what do you want from me?

Larry: Everything. I want you.
Catherine: Well, you cant have me. Go torture somebody else.
(This just hits off my novel-reading mood. Makes me laugh. Makes me feel sorry for that gurl there I stalked once XD)

(Catherine inevitably ended in Larry’s bedroom doing the William-Fraser-bashing ritual. Iguess it is kind of erotic, though if youre as grim as me right now, you wouldn’t be able to care any better)

(Catherine’s suddenly having troubles now that shes experienced what a wonderful man Larry was in bed. And suddenly, afraid that this one-night-stand might indeed become a one-night-only)

Well, she had nobody to blame but herself. She had known what she was getting into. No matter what happens, I must never blame him. I walked into this with my eyes and my legs wide open.

(Funny quote. XD)

Five oclock in the morning. William Fraser’s house.
William: ..Hello..?

Catherine: Hello, Bill. Its Catherine.
William: Catherine! Ive been trying to call you all evening. Where are you? Are you all right?Catherine: Im fine. Im in Maryland with Larry Douglas. We just got married


all that with just one chapter. yes. and now that Sheldon’s gone, no reason to dwell that much time on paperbacks just yet. sigh. he shouldve waited for my name, atleast

iknow, ipromised iwont be updating yet while the PBA’s Finals is still on-going. but ijust felt like it. im singing the when-it-rains-it-pours song involuntarily right now, thus ithought writing this would probably help my insides subside a little bit

Saint Valentine. if you only werent there in heaven, iwouldve glorified your name with a damnyoutohell

iwonder how the mistersuaves of the world do their tricks


listening to Kala’s Jeepney doesnt help much. well, yes, you have the basics there- when to attack, what projectiles to use, how to teem with fighting spirit, how to be vulnerable to phone-number requests

but comeon, can you really imagine me doing the hi-miss-dont-iknow-you-from-somewhere?



a real pretty gurl sat beside me on the LasPinyas-bound bus this afternoon. she was a thomasian archi student, and iwas inside the AB shirt, so maybe, the blood bond had a lot to do with it


ifound myself wishing to transform to richmond



thinking about it now, being him apparently wasnt the best choice. unless the gurl was itchier than gabe (as aura would have put it), there was no way mercurio would have flashed the doll a grin and a conversation-initiating hello

too many stories (and personal witnessing) of his female-eye conquering exploits. none still of a gurl

altho that may be attributed to the side-effects of yet the greatest gurl he had in his life


its not just that wednesday next week is making me feel like the world’s greatest loser for the second straight year



even boom wonders about the skills of the Lupins. imagine, someone as boy-next-door-ique and cuddly as boom, marveling about the people we all thought he was one of

see, boom related to us one of his NLEX adventures. just before he closed his eyes for a nap once, he watched a cute ogling contest between two of his fellow passengers- a John Doe and an Angelina Jolie

when he got knocked out from the mini-slumber a little while later, the duelists were already exchanging numbers

iwanted to strangle him for not observing the lovers-to-be as if his life had depended on it. atleast then he could have shared something more informing than envying. really. too bad boom’s cuddliness got the better of me.



igave miss archi not a single glance after her bottom had touched her seat, not wanting her to mistake me as another one of those guys whose heads she control the movement. ibelieve she had the remote controls for the two men that were in front of us

richmond, richmond…



even mark caguioa is of richmond’s type. iwont be elaborating much, for fears of having competition over him, but in a quick skim, Mr. Furious’ the shy type. he’d have a friend or a waiter approach a gurl for him and just have the seeds of their love fern be planted artificially

unbelievable, huh? FHM titled that interview with him “NO FASTBREAKS FOR THE SPARK?!” in recognition of that unlikeliness

the same magazine, however, once advised: you can do that technique only if your bridging friend looks way inferior to you. ithen remembered my case. iwillingly put it to rest at once



ihavent read yet jayjay helterbrand’s story of how he met and wooed her wife. eric menk is still single, tho once went out with ara mina. caguioa, the fucking hot playboy god of philippine basketball, is intimately friends with lauren hudson, a gorgeous fil-australian model who appears regularly in your local magazines. two or three years ago, he slept with juliana palermo for a while. and even before that, with countless other willing blondes, redheads and brunettes.

no lectures about one-night stands here, though. sex isnt very expensive; its love that costs whatever it is youre having famines of



reflecting further, richmond also probably wouldnt have stood a chance versus miss pretty archi

on her way out of the bus, her smile obstructing her phone-kissing ears, inoticed that her mouth was excitedly chattering even more excited words- the average non-taken listener would have thrown out what he had for lunch

but wait, hasnt richmond already dealt with those kind of challenges before? what if… XD



…
this is my tribute for the feast of the heat. the avenida and recto drive-ins must be full after this Sunday. i, however, have no time for love (except probably during evenings xP) with my suave boyfriends needing my support as they slug it out for the trophy for the next two weeks

my next update will either be the brightest or the gloomiest. wish for me the former