Guru

sheesh. poor jejo. first i found our ulam for tonight spoiled because we forgot to put it inside the ref (so goodbye pork-steak-like-ulam). then when i arrived here, i found jejo's wine glass broken under the table. sayang, it came with the tres cepas wine jejo brought here at condo... i bet it's expensive. now it's broken... i think the rat did the crime again. drat that rat!

mmm... senti mode today.

dialogues for today:

-see, if i had a guy, i would dress him and stuff...

-so you'll be his fashion guru?

-tolentino??

-you have to do the long process, ganito yun...

-isang honey barbecue chicken.

-basta si vida laging nagbabounce

-kimoy, alam mo bang may penshoppe sa likod ng shirt mo?

-ok lang, cute naman eh

-oh, dito din kayo?

-sarsi, may na-violate ba sa number four?

-huh, lovely pa talaga twag mo sakain... beng na lang!

-yikes, anu yan, butt sweat mo?

-i feel so oppressed because my lower jaw protrudes...

-haha

-ang shirt na 'to ay si... tin! ung shorts... di ba?

-he's so hot...

-i like her.

-are models born? or are they made?

-pag maliit ka, sa ad modelling ka. it doesn't matter if you're not tall, basta you're good-looking.

-toki un, toki un!

-sori, i'm lost. panu nga ulit kinukuha ung cofactors?

-sige, alis na kayo...

-dismissed na??

mmm... weird ko noh. i just wanted to scribe the freshest dialogues i have in mind. it's nice to cherish a different kind of memoir in the future...

i wish mum buy me penshoppe items more often... haha, penshoppe mania is plaguing the kada. haay - why are different people born to different people, to different statuses... grrr...

i miss my best buds. what could they be doing right now?

i miss another someone. to her... thanks for texting me yesternight. i was in a mood when you texted. thanks... for getting me through the night.

i hope it's normal to miss people.

i had this dream last night. it was kind of scary bittersweet. i was in a clean white room, sleeping in a grand white bed. there was a terrace at the left of the room. sunshine was shining through the pristine abode, and i can see myself in the mirror on the right. i was different... i looked a lot more mature. my hair was ruffled, i was bigger than what i am now, and my eyes were dazzling green against the sunlight. then there, at the bed sleeping by my side was the delicate form of a lady. that skin, i had always known it. that flowing hair, the feline frame of bones, huff. i touched her, felt her, and she woke up. she turned, looked up at me, and...

i woke up. it was night. morning i guess. jejo was already asleep.

i got me a cup of cold water.

sheesh. was that a nightmare? it was beautiful...

mmm... i should not dwell on such things. it's very dangerous to mental health.

and to emotional health too.

-dream-