Tindahan ni Aling Nena
Parang isang kwentong pampelikula
Mura na at sari-sari pa ang itinitinda
Pero ang tanging nais ko ay ‘di nabibili ng pera

The best thing about Sundays is the music. Radio stations mostly play oldies from the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s 80’s and (ye gods) 90’s. Makes you feel old, but it’s nice to remember the times when these songs first came out.

No, it’s not as posh as it sounds, really.

Probably because the country club was ancient and most of the activity centers were closed. Boo, no bowling.

The pool, however, was great. There was one olympic-size pool, one wading pool with a playground-thingie, and one shaped like the number 8, with a long slide that, come to think of it, was shaped like an 8 too.

Since my youngest niece hasn’t reached 4-feet yet, we stayed at the 8 pool where the bigger circle is about 2.5′ and the smaller circle is about 3.5′. At least I didn’t have to worry about drowning. Hell trying to bubbles though… literally had to lie down on the pool floor just to do it.

Oh, I wore my contacts too, sans goggles. Didn’t slip off, so that’s good. Hell on the eyes though. But that was very nice indeed.

Food was blah, cake was thisclose to being yummy (too dry), and the drink they claim to be a hot chocolate concoction is vile.

But the swimming was good. Very good.

I woke up from my afternoon nap so suddenly; a sure sign that something in my subconcious is willing me to wake. Seconds after, my phone started ringing. My sister asking whether we’d still be going online. After ending the call, I open my inbox to find a message from Rey, asking if I’m free that evening: we’re going out with Heinji.

The three of us really started hanging out together when during my bum days after graduating from college, the two had the fortune (and I, the misfortune?) of attending a college less than 10 minutes away from me. After class or even when they should be IN class, they’d be at my house, doing their assignments, surfing for porn or just talking about anything and everything.

Those days, however, came to a stop when I started working and eventually moving to another city. I still see them once in a while, but it was rare that it was just the three of us.

I don’t know why I like it going out with just those two more than when all of us are together. I suppose when there’s just the three of us, there’s less drama since we know what to avoid doing or saying when we’re together. We know each person’s quirks and personality defects so well that we know what to do to prevent (or at least lessen) any chance of being disowned by one another. Believe me, it happens.

Why do we get along? It’s hard to point out what it really is, but we seem to have a way of fitting together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They’re pervier than I am and my pedophilia is nothing compared to Rey’s (harhar). It doesn’t really matter where we go, as long as we’re together, we’d always have something to laugh about. Like massage. Bhshshshshs.

What’s that point of this entry? Not really sure, but I guess I just want to express how much I appreciate my two boys.

Don’t be afraid to be weak
Don’t be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don’t hide
Just believe in destiny
Don’t care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don’t give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
That’s not the beginning of the end
That’s the return to yourself
The return to innocence

You know you’re in a terrible state when you get teary-eyed while listening to Enygma.

You don’t have to say you love me,
just be close at hand
You don’t have to stay forever,
I will understand
Believe me, believe me, I can’t help but love you
But believe me, I’ll never tie you down

Hah. Yeah right.

To say that Jessica Zafra has a way with words is an understatement. She has this uncanny talent of writing what you have been secretly thinking of and dredging up memories from your childhood.

Like YC Bikini Brief.

YC Bikini Briefs (x3)
For the man who packs a wallop
YC is comfort
YC is fashion
YC is beauty in motion
YC is for you
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She’s now blogging online at Twisted.