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Spit Hole...

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

9:07:00 PM



Lunatic Interval

che-che bureche



Had that, been there, have had enough...

Just last night, as we moved in - again, to my in laws house. We were about to sleep when I cried out laughing of this gesture Niño has just manifested. He hugged me so tight that even my slightest move would awaken him up. I suspected that "that" might be because he knows this "issue" between his brother and me.

Anyway, as I was laughing so hard, unexpectedly, I burst into tears. My shoulders were shaking as if nobody could stop me from crying. I just suddenly felt this sadness and longing for my nephews and niece. They were not with me anymore. I am sorry that we should live separately. I missed our kwentuhan, I still imagine their smiles sa mga patawa ko and everytime I eat, naiisip ko sila - .

He commented, "Nakakatuwa ka naman, may sarili kang problema, pero hindi mo sila nakakalimutan, ang alalahanin ang kalagayan nila." Am I to be flattered? Sabi ko nga e, "Actually, I hate myself for being like this pero ganito talaga ako."

Told Niño, when I die - during my wake, tell these people who I cried for how much they mean to me and that never in my life that i forgot them.

Siempre, napunta na naman sa pustahan ang usapan namin - pustahan kung sinong unang matsutsugi. Hindi na daw nya makwekwento un kse mauuna sya.Mga baliw talaga,,,


Blogger Anne @4/26/06, 10:22 PM said...

dramathon! Ü

 
Anonymous Anonymous @5/6/06, 6:41 PM said...

swit! para alang away, mauna na lang ako sa inyong dalwa. hehehe

 
Blogger Anne @5/8/06, 7:47 AM said...

oist, walang ganyanan.

dha, where have you been ha?! what's up with you?

 

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