While on my wy to my lola’s house earlier this morning, i came by an old married couple taking a morning hike…they still look sweet…it makes me wonder how they managed to stick to each other’s arms all these years…
…i then made phone call to my dad… some things are just not meant to last..^_^
Weehee! Just so you know, I got my bluetooth dongle back, Yep, I finally found it. I left it pala (okay, maybe it was my fault) sa internet cafe at our place and the cute guy found it (yes, things do happen for a reason! ^_^)…and, oh! I also retreived the 945 php that I lost…hehe.
My mom and I are ACCIDENTALLY in speaking terms again…(wheels keep on turnin’; proud Mary keep on burnin’)…which is a good thing…yeah.
…and right now, I wanna pee (not urinate but MICTURATE — I learned that in Biology).
…I’m hungry… wanna eat fries, sundae, and pancackes (too bad Jollibee doesn’t serve the latter when it’s already past 10…bummer, huh?!).
…Kimoy! Let’s go eat… (agenda: gain MORE weight)… ^_^
Arrivederci!
Just the same old shitty rigmarole! A regular conversation turned into an event of reopening past wounds, drawing out dismays and anxieties, as well as trade-ins of harsh and piercing dialogues. KEYWORDS: phonecall, Papa, money…. We are such materialistic persons blinded by the sight of the local version of benjamins and fiction-inclined dramatic plots.
I exerted my best efforts to talk to her in a casual conversational tone but to no avail. Her stubborness and peculiar evasive ability stood on the way. She thinks we see her as a worthless character in our lives because she can’t provide us financial aid…Well, err, she’s right (confusion here). That doesn’t make her any less-hated than papa.
I just wish her tears (whether fake or not or maybe with guilt or for no reason at all) would stop falling, though… I hate it when a woman cries…
