hello? yes?!

this past week, dalawang beses nag-appear ang “writer chelot” sa Search Engine terms chu ng dashboard ko.   naka-ilang beses din nag-appear ang ‘diwanglaya’ at ‘chelot’.  pero, maski hindi lang naman ako ang chelot sa buong mundo, i have an idea who this person is.  kasi kanina, may nagclick ng particular category (hindi ko na sasabihin kung ano) and browsed through its entire content.

ang masasabi ko lang ay…

hahahahaha!!!

kung ikaw ang babaeng kuto, puwede ba, huwag ka nang mainsecure dahil wala kang magagawa, mas-exciting talaga ang buhay ko kesa sa buhay mo.  isa pa, KEBS na ko sa’yo/inyo!  at kapag nilabel ko nang friend, friend na lang talaga yun.  HELLO?!! move on!

but h’well, if i’m wrong, magpakilala ka naman, friend.

diba?

this was the song in my head this morning…

A, you’re adorable

B, you’re so beautiful

C, you’re a cutie full of charms

D, you’re a darling

E, you’re exciting

F, you’re a feather in my arms

G, you look good to me

H, you’re so heavenly

I, you’re the one I idolize

J, we’re like Jack and Jill

K, you’re so kissable

L, is the love light in your eyes

M, N, O, P

I could go on all day

Q, R, S, T

Alphabetically speaking: “You’re OK”

U, made my life complete

V, means you’re very sweet

W, X, Y, Z

It’s fun to wander through the alphabet with you to tell you what you mean to me

‘A’ — You’re Adorable recorded in 1948, by Buddy Kaye, Fred Wise, Sidney Lippman, and later Perry Como.

i remember singing this song with my niece Bien when she was a toddler.

ang romantic ng song na ‘to, actually.

diba?

some things i shouldn’t say

it’s hard when you think of something and just can’t say it.  this may be the worst thing you’ll hear from me, ever.   i mean, i know that i can be really mean, specially when i talk about people i despise (well because they deserve it.  i believe i’m entitled to hate them because they’re more evil than i am. haha), but this is just not right.  but i can’t stop thinking about it.  i have to spit it out…

argh!!!

i’m starting to hate old people

those who are in their late 60’s, 70’s who keep wandering around.  because every morning, i have to ride the bus to work, and travelling time usually takes more than 45minutes instead of just 30 because of them.

they booooarrrrrrrrrrrdd… ask the driver, “chekwa, chekwa, chekwa, chekwa, chekwa…” directions to this and that and “where is this bus going again?  where again? where? again, where ah?” and “chekwa, chekwa, chekwa,chekwa…” then they find, search, look, dig around or walk around in circles (like they were playing Trip to Jerusalem) for a seat.  then they,”SIGHHHH…” too loud and heavy as if they’re exhaling grains of earth.

after that, they cough their lungs out without covering their mouth or sneeze (more like spit on your face, because they don’t bother covering their noses too), and relax inappropriately.  as in, way. too. much.

earlier today, i was sitting across an uncle who, after seating himself, put his feet up the seats in front of him, and slouched like a sloth while excavating something monstrous out of his nostril.  kaloka!!! when i looked at him, he looked back nonchalantly as if saying, “what’s wrong, mah?”

if i could, i would’ve told him off, “is this an extension of your flat?  are you going to wipe those seats with anti-bacterial wet towels before you get off the bus?  if you don’t mind, can you please put your booger back up your nose or just eat it if you want,” or, “are you the swine flu personified?”

but this isn’t my territory, wattt?  cannot tell of a highlander, no.

why can’t these people just stay home?!  haven’t they been around the streets for quite a long time now?

i’m so evil.  pero kasi, e!!!

———-

i’m waiting for something to happen.

let’s channel it, shall we?

i just have to have this new ***

———-

i guess that’s it, for now.

gloves

i woke up from a dream the other day remembering every detail so clear.  i was trying on gloves with my niece which is weird, because i live in the tropics where there would never be a need to wear them.

anyway, i was trying on these beautifully knitted blue gloves with little white polka dots, and what made them interesting is that the clasps weren’t at the wrists.  they were at the base of the thumb, between the thumb and index finger.  so the gloves didn’t cover the entire hand, just most of it, like when another hand does when you hold hands with someone.  it’s like a part of a costume really, and although i don’t know what outfit to wear it with i really wanted a pair.  tirelessly, i tried one pair after another searching for the perfect fit.

weird.

that’s how dreams usually are.  especially when one scene jumps to another, and they don’t really make sense at all.  but then after a while, i figured, it does make sense.  because before this scene, i was trying to hold your hand.

yuck!

runaway train pa pala yung huli kong entry.

argh.

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