gusto ko ng wallet.
Sunday, January 30, 2005 @ 2:13 PM
16016
Yan ang number ng fire department.
5 minutes before mag-end ang 2004, habang nagkakagulo ang mga tao sa pagpapaputok ng mga plapla, pizza pie at 20 feet na sinturon ni hudas (aka buhok ni rapunzel), nagkasunog malapit sa bahay namin.
Oo. Tama ang nabasa mo. Nagkasunog.
As in may malaking fire.
Sa may kanal.
Oo. Kanal.
Yung kanal sa malapit sa bahay namin na nasa tapat ng police station eh bigla na lang nagliyab. Ng malakas.
As a matter of fact, iba ang color ng flame. Hindi mapula. Blue.
At hindi sha yung tipo ng apoy na mapapatay ng balde-baldeng tubig. O kahit pa ng "fire trucklet" ng katapat naming barangay. O kahit pa ng sako-sakong buhangin.
At dahil hindi nga sha mapatay ng combined forces ng mga pulis, tanod at sunog baga sa lugar namin, tumawag na ako ng bumbero.
Dahil ang fire pala ay dulot ng naipong run-off mula sa malapit na shell gas station.
Kaya ayun, nakalimutan nang magcountdown at hindi na napaputok ang mga dapat paputukin.
Pero ok lang.
Dahil ngayon lang ako nakaranas ng New Year celebration na super exciting.
Sunday, January 02, 2005 @ 4:08 PM
licensed chemical engineer
shopaholic
twentyish
manila
bigger boobies!!!
oh, and um, world peace
... for a little while,
but only for a little while.
because i've learned that
love was rare and love was fleeting.
and you take it where you find it,
not letting yourself have regrets.
and you keep it as long as you could,
which was always never long enough...
girls are like apples on trees.
the best ones are at the top of the tree.
the boys don't want
to reach for the good ones
because they're afraid of
falling and getting hurt.
instead they just get the rotten apples
that are on the ground,
that aren't as good,
but easy.
so the
apples at the top think that
there is something wrong with them,
when in reality, they are amazing.
that is why we just have to
be a little patient,
and the right boy,
the one who takes a chance
to find the good, right apple,
will come someday...
