ME: *may dumaan na hanep maka-boots.* Miss Botswanaaaaa!
SIS: *may dumaan na may fur ang boots* Miss FURugiaaaaa! (Perugia)
ME: *may umupo sa tapat ng bench namin na may dalang 6 cans ng Pepsi* Miss Canadaaaa!
SIS: *may lalaking mukhang naubusan ng tela ang pantalon* Miss Great Bitin! (Great Britain)
ME: Hahahaha! Pucha. Lalaki tas Miss. :))
SIS: *may dumaan na hayup sa cleavage.* Oh ayan. Ano yan?
ME: Miss… Bulgariaaaa! (Bulgar kasi)
SIS: Hahaha! Tama na nga. Baka makarma tayo! *Tas may dumaan na gangster na parang jejemon* Miss Philippines!

Tas kada after ng pagsigaw namin ng pangalan ng country, pinapatugtog namin yung Vavavoom. Hahahaha. Putek yung tawa namin pareho. Pati pala dito may mga jejemon. Ba’t ganon! :))

“Its Sunday!”, he uttered as he jumps out of his bed to prepare himself for the day. He took a quick shower and put on the polo shirt she gave him before as a reward for staying at home for the whole week. He stood in front of the mirror and flashed a smile at his reflection but it didn’t smile back. He could fake smiles to his friends, to his family, to the people he bumps into the street but he couldn’t lie to himself. He is not happy.

He grabbed his guitar from the other room and put it in the compartment of his car. Then he headed straight to the flower shop nearby to pick up the bouquet of stargazers he ordered yesterday.

“A beautiful bouquet of stargazers for a beautiful lady! I arranged them myself so I hope she likes it! Say hi to her for me!”, the old lady said as she hands the flowers to him.

He remembers her telling him that whenever she sees a stargazer, it automatically turns her bad mood upside down. So he thought that giving her a bouquet would make her very happy.

Then he crossed the street and entered the small convenience store to buy a pint of her favorite ice cream. He touched the rosary hanging in the rear view mirror and asked Him for his safety on the road.

As he’s getting nearer the place, his heartbeats are getting louder and faster than the usual. He was trying to hold back his tears but he couldn’t.

He wiped his tears away as he was walking towards her. He promised himself that he wouldn’t cry again but he did. He lit up two chinese sticks on each side of the shiny plate where her name was engraved.

“In the loving memory of..”, he read silently.

Again, he didn’t have the chance to stop his tears from falling because he was already crying before he even realized it. Strumming the guitar, he played one of her favorite songs and sang it in front of her grave. He always do that every Sunday. He speaks to her as if she’s just in front of him, alive, happy, holding his hands.

“I love you, mom! Wherever you are, I hope that you are happy right now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for not being a perfect son. I’m sorry I gave up on things you told me not to. I’m sorry for being a bad boy. I just thought that if you see me becoming a bad person, you’ll come back. But you never did. I miss you so much it hurts to see the ice cream melt. I love you more than anybody else. You were my best 21 years. Thank you for bringing me to the galaxy and for bringing the galaxy to me. Wait for me in heaven.”

Every step away from her grave is a pin-like pain in his heart. Everything is now different since she’s gone because the day she died, was also the day he lost his soul.

ME: *napasulyap sa phone niya kasi bigla umilaw*
SIS: Wag ka ngang manilip ng text!
ME: Sino yung wallpaper mo? Boyfriend mo? *di ko kasi nakita masyado*
SIS: Si Zayn Malik. Hahaha!
ME: Yuck, One Direction?! *kumanta* Beybeh you layrap mah world like nobody else..
SIS: I don’t like 1D but Zayn is so handsome! And some of their songs are undeniably good, too.
ME: I know, right?! Like this oh. *pinatugtog ang Little Things sa iPod ko.*
SIS: Hahaha! Yuck! One Direction?! *kumanta sabay talon-talon sa kama* So get out get out get out of my heaaaaad!

Heaven is a gloomy weather, a big cup of frap and a good book to read.

AKO: Bee! Gising na ako! Na-miss kita. Mahal na mahal kita!
SIYA: Edi good morning at gising ka na.
AKO: Uy, PMS. Hahaha. I love you. Hihi.
SIYA: Para kang autistic!
AKO: Ikaw nga dyan eh! Para kang may PMS araw-araw! Parang kagabi lang ang sweet-sweet mo. Patay na patay ka nga sakin eh.
SIYA: Duh. Baka ikaw ang patay na patay sakin.
AKO: Weh. Hindi noh. Gusto mo patunayan ko? Break na tayo. :D
SIYA: Gago!
AKO: Hahaha. Bee! May pad ka?
SIYA: Bakit?
AKO: “Sure!” dapat sagot mo. Ano ba yan. Gayahin mo kasi si Kim Chiu!
SIYA: Ewan ko sa’yo! Nakakabwisit ka talaga. I love you, mahal kong abnormal!
AKO: Uy patay na patay.
SIYA: Hahaha. Oo na! Kaya samahan mo na ako sa sementeryo at sabay nating ilibing ang puso kong patay na patay sa’yo.
AKO: Yuck banatera. HAHAHA!

My sister said she was so hungry so she bought a lot of food for breakfast. She just took one bite and she’s all like, “I can’t finish this shit!” Hahaha!

Ang sarap sapakin. Ako na naman ang uubos. Kakainis. Kahit nung mga bata pa kami ako lagi ang taga-ubos ng mga tira niya kasi nanghihinayang ako pag itinapon lang. :))

Burned some bridges today, especially yours. If you read this, then you will not even comprehend, because it’s in figurative language and you’re a superficially literal dullard.

Edi hita.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Tawang-tawa ako sa sarili kong joke. Bakit? =))

My girlfriend is always like that.

Yung mga tao talaga ngayon minsan isang tingin pa lang, alam mo na na judgmental eh. Kung titigan ka kasi mula ulo hanggang paa, pati cellphone and other gadgets binabantayan.

Naalala kong nasa isang coffee shop ako nuon, nakiki-wifi. Sorry na, mahirap eh. I’m such a leech. HAHAHA! May isang table sa tabi ko na mga teenagers. Hindi ko alam kung mga mayayaman ang mga batang iyon o mga social climber lang. Ewan. Pero naririnig ko ang mga pinag-uusapan nila dahil obviously, medyo may kalakasan talaga yung mga boses nila.

Sa kabilang table, may babae, teenager din. Maganda kutis, mukhang mayaman, may braces, halatang branded ang damit at sapatos, naka-iPhone 5, may iPad 4, at nakasuot ng iPod 6th gen (ginawang relo). Nung umalis na siya kasama ang friend niya, nagsimula ng pumutak ang sa kabila. Yung girl na yun kasi, hindi naman siya maganda talaga pero siguro nga lang nadala sa kakinisan at kaputian niya. Malinis, kumbaga.

Narinig ko sabi ng isa, “Sus, maputi lang naman siya eh kaya mukha siyang maganda kahit parang di naman.” Tapos andami pa nilang sinabi na ayoko na i-type dahil tinatamad ako at naiinis lang ako pag naaalala ko.

Tas sumulyap-sulyap ako sa kanila. Parang ang sarap din mang-judge kaya manju-judge din ako. Hahaha. Yung isa, naka-braces nga mukha namang dukha. Yung isa, naka-iPhone 5 nga, di naman bagay sa kanya. So kung may binabagayan nga talaga ang mga branded na damit at mga gadgets at braces, pwes, hindi kayo yun dahil kahit mamahalin mga gamit niyo, mukha pa din kayong mga mahihirap! Parang ang sarap sabihan na, “Paano mo na-afford ang pagpapalagay ng braces gayong kamukha mo ang taga-kolekta ng scrap sa village namin?” at “Naka-iPhone 5 ka nga pero baka dual sim yan, ha?” kaso mas pinili ko na lang manahimik dahil pag ako, nagyabang, mamumulubi kayong lahat mga putangina kayo.

Hindi ako galit, guys. HAHAHA!