NABABALIW NA KOOOOO.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.
20121031
20121030
tanggapin mo na kasing walaaaa. alam mo naman sa sarili mo na di talaga yun mangyayari e. alam mo na pero ayaw mo parin paniwalaan.
ayan sige na. iiyak mo nalang. ganun naman talaga e. isipin mo nalang, sa dami ng lalake sa mundo, isa lang, kung sakali, ang makakasama mo habambuhay. isa lang. marami kang makikita, pero isa lang talaga yung makakasama mo ng maayos. magiging bespren mo hanggang kamatayan.
siguro di pa sya yun. nalingat ka lang sandali. kalimutan mo nalang. kasi pag di mo kinalimutan, e hanggang kelan ka maghihintay? hanggang kelan mo sya hahanapin? hanggang kelan ka maghahanap ng acceptance from him?
eh ni hindi mo nga sya mahagilap e.
katangahan mo lang talaga pag umasa ka pa. katangahan nalang.
mahirap i-apply ang pagiging hopeless romantic sa isang bagay na sobrang liit naman ng possibility mangyari. kaya tama na. sasaktan mo lang sarili mo sa kakaasa.
ayan sige na. iiyak mo nalang. ganun naman talaga e. isipin mo nalang, sa dami ng lalake sa mundo, isa lang, kung sakali, ang makakasama mo habambuhay. isa lang. marami kang makikita, pero isa lang talaga yung makakasama mo ng maayos. magiging bespren mo hanggang kamatayan.
siguro di pa sya yun. nalingat ka lang sandali. kalimutan mo nalang. kasi pag di mo kinalimutan, e hanggang kelan ka maghihintay? hanggang kelan mo sya hahanapin? hanggang kelan ka maghahanap ng acceptance from him?
eh ni hindi mo nga sya mahagilap e.
katangahan mo lang talaga pag umasa ka pa. katangahan nalang.
mahirap i-apply ang pagiging hopeless romantic sa isang bagay na sobrang liit naman ng possibility mangyari. kaya tama na. sasaktan mo lang sarili mo sa kakaasa.
20121028
The God of Almost
Every person is judged by the gods depending on their achievements. All sorts of achievements count: food eaten or not eaten, farts in a day, smiles in a week, how long that fish bone got stuck in your gums, etc.
No, the gods don't control your actions, but they can control the environment you're moving in. And because favoritism was so uncontrolled in the Clouds of Rank, there will always be humans who are much more successful compared to other humans, and others much more deep in muck compared to some other humans.
Now, this human, this person here wearing quite mediocre jeans, a sorta fashionable top, and some pretty worn-out shoes... this human here has been played on by the gods. Used. Experimented upon. And it has pretty much won the favor of all the gods of Rank... but not quite. You see, when a ruling body has several powerful members, balance can never be attained. They are eventually going to fight each other for the right to rule or decide. Compromising is never an option, as it admits softness of the iron fists and defeat for all. And this person was subject to all the gods' likes and dislikes, fancies and aversions, hissy fits and acts of extreme caution. This person, who by no means is informed of what the gods are doing or would be doing, suffered through all of the insanity that a ruckus of gods could create! ... but it still wasn't quite insane, nor normal for that matter.
On the day the person died, its brain's soul went up to the Clouds of Rank, pretty ready to be judged by the gods' wise pestle and mortar. The holy pestle and mortar both do the job of mixing up unworthy brains to create more worthy brain souls fit for human consumption. If it deems the soul worthy, the soul gets recycled and paired with a suitable human body. If it is unworthy, it gets into the brain soul mix, its qualities ground and mixed with other qualities into another brain soul, another identity.
The gods were aware of this person's death, and it troubled them greatly. They themselves could not decide whether this brain soul should be recycled or not. It has gone through so much mischief by the gods that its character was... quite ok, but not quite ok. Even the holy pestle and mortar could not quite decide whether to grind it or let it go.
The brain soul floated before them. Sometimes, it was calm and at zen. And sometimes, it whizzed around the Clouds of Rank so much the gods covered their heads and cowered in fear. Brain souls were hard stuff.
The matter was left to be decided upon on the next day. And the next. And the next. The gods just could not decide on what to do with this brain soul. All of them were guilty of destroying, and creating, this brain soul, and all of them cannot admit what they had done, and so all of them also could not give a proper judgment of this situation, as what one would say would be perceived by others as a form of confession. The brain soul was left in limbo for a full week, before the holy mortar and pestle eventually acted on its own.
It gave to this brain soul one thing that it has not done in millions of centuries: It gave the brain soul immortality.
Immortality means god-mode.
And no, it didn't do this because it has deemed the brain soul godly nor holy. It simply did this because all the brain souls needing judgment were piling up on the list, and the Clouds were getting too heavy to hold even 10 gallons of the golden piss of gods, which was called rain on Earth, the humans' dwelling.
Thus, this god-but-not-god existed, an entity of... not-really-uniqueness, pretty-much-a-representation of things, an entity of almost-but-not-quites. The God of Almost. He still dwells in the Clouds of Rank, but never really got along with the other gods.
*****
again, a little something sprouting from my head. enjoy.
10282012
Every person is judged by the gods depending on their achievements. All sorts of achievements count: food eaten or not eaten, farts in a day, smiles in a week, how long that fish bone got stuck in your gums, etc.
No, the gods don't control your actions, but they can control the environment you're moving in. And because favoritism was so uncontrolled in the Clouds of Rank, there will always be humans who are much more successful compared to other humans, and others much more deep in muck compared to some other humans.
Now, this human, this person here wearing quite mediocre jeans, a sorta fashionable top, and some pretty worn-out shoes... this human here has been played on by the gods. Used. Experimented upon. And it has pretty much won the favor of all the gods of Rank... but not quite. You see, when a ruling body has several powerful members, balance can never be attained. They are eventually going to fight each other for the right to rule or decide. Compromising is never an option, as it admits softness of the iron fists and defeat for all. And this person was subject to all the gods' likes and dislikes, fancies and aversions, hissy fits and acts of extreme caution. This person, who by no means is informed of what the gods are doing or would be doing, suffered through all of the insanity that a ruckus of gods could create! ... but it still wasn't quite insane, nor normal for that matter.
On the day the person died, its brain's soul went up to the Clouds of Rank, pretty ready to be judged by the gods' wise pestle and mortar. The holy pestle and mortar both do the job of mixing up unworthy brains to create more worthy brain souls fit for human consumption. If it deems the soul worthy, the soul gets recycled and paired with a suitable human body. If it is unworthy, it gets into the brain soul mix, its qualities ground and mixed with other qualities into another brain soul, another identity.
The gods were aware of this person's death, and it troubled them greatly. They themselves could not decide whether this brain soul should be recycled or not. It has gone through so much mischief by the gods that its character was... quite ok, but not quite ok. Even the holy pestle and mortar could not quite decide whether to grind it or let it go.
The brain soul floated before them. Sometimes, it was calm and at zen. And sometimes, it whizzed around the Clouds of Rank so much the gods covered their heads and cowered in fear. Brain souls were hard stuff.
The matter was left to be decided upon on the next day. And the next. And the next. The gods just could not decide on what to do with this brain soul. All of them were guilty of destroying, and creating, this brain soul, and all of them cannot admit what they had done, and so all of them also could not give a proper judgment of this situation, as what one would say would be perceived by others as a form of confession. The brain soul was left in limbo for a full week, before the holy mortar and pestle eventually acted on its own.
It gave to this brain soul one thing that it has not done in millions of centuries: It gave the brain soul immortality.
Immortality means god-mode.
And no, it didn't do this because it has deemed the brain soul godly nor holy. It simply did this because all the brain souls needing judgment were piling up on the list, and the Clouds were getting too heavy to hold even 10 gallons of the golden piss of gods, which was called rain on Earth, the humans' dwelling.
Thus, this god-but-not-god existed, an entity of... not-really-uniqueness, pretty-much-a-representation of things, an entity of almost-but-not-quites. The God of Almost. He still dwells in the Clouds of Rank, but never really got along with the other gods.
*****
again, a little something sprouting from my head. enjoy.
10282012
20121027
i cannot keep on thinking and thinking and thinking about you when i know that it's not gonna get me anywhere.
but how the heck else am i supposed to find you? you don't even leave the smell of your shit hanging in your tracks.
no, really. how? give me a clue. give me... something to work on. ok? because your first name is leading me eeevvveeeryyywheeeerrree but to you. i hate that you're being so secretive and shit.
then again, maybe you do have something to hide. or you're just like me, feeling like a ninja when all i am is a common person hired to walk at the background of a movie scene in a park full of people.
sorry. i'm just so desperate to know you more.
but how the heck else am i supposed to find you? you don't even leave the smell of your shit hanging in your tracks.
no, really. how? give me a clue. give me... something to work on. ok? because your first name is leading me eeevvveeeryyywheeeerrree but to you. i hate that you're being so secretive and shit.
then again, maybe you do have something to hide. or you're just like me, feeling like a ninja when all i am is a common person hired to walk at the background of a movie scene in a park full of people.
sorry. i'm just so desperate to know you more.
20121025
ayan. natigil ako for a while sa pagbo-blog.
parang acceptance of someone's death lang to e. may part na shock, part na lungkot na lungkot, part na in denial, additional part na sensible thinking, and then yung part ng acceptance.
i'm most likely on the 4th or 5th now. just replace sadness with happiness and hope. ayan na formula mo.
ayoko na kasi e. araw-araw napapaisip ako ng mga "pano kaya kung...", tapos wala naman nangyayari.
di naman sa... i mean yeah naghihintay ako, sort of. kahit alam kong 0.00001% chance lang na mangyaring sya yung lumapit. kasi wala naman talaga to e. kalokohan lang. nagkataon lang na yung ilang segundo ng buhay ko e na-share ko sa kanya. yun lang yun.
kalokohan lang talaga to e, kaya nga dapat tigilan na. ambabaw lang ng utak ko kaya to tumagal e.
e... ayoko narin. tama na. matagal na ko nagmumukhang tanga. lagi nalang. tuwing may ganitong pagkakataon. siguro nga dapat maghintay nalang ako ng lalapit tapos sunggaban ko na kaagad para di na makawala LOL.
pero hindi e. di talaga ko ganun. kung di ko lang din kaya ibalik yung ginagawa nya, wag nalang. sayang lang lahat. pati effort nya sayang. oras namin. buhay namin. pupunta lang lahat sa basura o sa dead sea. ganun kapatay. ganun ka-stagnant. kaya wag nalang. at least kung di kami magkasama may chance pa sya maghanap ng ibang makakasukli sa kanya. although alam ko at pamilyar ako na baka bumaba ang self esteem nya dahil sakin.
pero, alam mo yun... di naman ako yung tipong dapat maging dahilan ng pagbaba ng self esteem. lol. wala akong kwentang tao para lagyan mo ng halaga yung sasabihin ko saka yung desisyon ko. kaya wag kang aasa or sasandal sa mga sasabihin or gagawin ko. masisira lang buhay mo.
siguro nga ganito nalang ako palagi.
i mean, pwede ko siguro gawin yung ako nga yung lalapit. pero... ewan ko. siguro kaya ko kung sa kaya. pakapalan lang naman ng mukha yan e. kaya ko nga magpakapal ng mukha pag kelangan ko magsalita sa harap ng maraming tao or taong mas mataas kesa sakin. shempre walang bastusan, pero pakapalan lang talaga ng mukha. tulakan lang kayo kung sinong unang tutumba. kaya ko yun e, baka kayanin ko ring ako yung lumapit. pero di talaga ganito yung tama e. di talaga ganito yung buhay na kinalakhan ko. saka ayoko na makaranas ulit nung pakiramdam na di sila kuntento sakin. tangina ayoko na maghabol. buong buhay ko naghahabol na ko. tama na yun.
kaya ayan. susubukan ko nang i-kundisyon yung utak ko para mag-isip na, ay, wala na nga. wala nang pag-asa. tumigil ka na teh. baliw ka na. hibang. obsession na yan. di na yan bastang crush. di mo na nga maalala mukha nya e. tumigil ka na. wala nang dahilang umasa ka.
parang acceptance of someone's death lang to e. may part na shock, part na lungkot na lungkot, part na in denial, additional part na sensible thinking, and then yung part ng acceptance.
i'm most likely on the 4th or 5th now. just replace sadness with happiness and hope. ayan na formula mo.
ayoko na kasi e. araw-araw napapaisip ako ng mga "pano kaya kung...", tapos wala naman nangyayari.
di naman sa... i mean yeah naghihintay ako, sort of. kahit alam kong 0.00001% chance lang na mangyaring sya yung lumapit. kasi wala naman talaga to e. kalokohan lang. nagkataon lang na yung ilang segundo ng buhay ko e na-share ko sa kanya. yun lang yun.
kalokohan lang talaga to e, kaya nga dapat tigilan na. ambabaw lang ng utak ko kaya to tumagal e.
e... ayoko narin. tama na. matagal na ko nagmumukhang tanga. lagi nalang. tuwing may ganitong pagkakataon. siguro nga dapat maghintay nalang ako ng lalapit tapos sunggaban ko na kaagad para di na makawala LOL.
pero hindi e. di talaga ko ganun. kung di ko lang din kaya ibalik yung ginagawa nya, wag nalang. sayang lang lahat. pati effort nya sayang. oras namin. buhay namin. pupunta lang lahat sa basura o sa dead sea. ganun kapatay. ganun ka-stagnant. kaya wag nalang. at least kung di kami magkasama may chance pa sya maghanap ng ibang makakasukli sa kanya. although alam ko at pamilyar ako na baka bumaba ang self esteem nya dahil sakin.
pero, alam mo yun... di naman ako yung tipong dapat maging dahilan ng pagbaba ng self esteem. lol. wala akong kwentang tao para lagyan mo ng halaga yung sasabihin ko saka yung desisyon ko. kaya wag kang aasa or sasandal sa mga sasabihin or gagawin ko. masisira lang buhay mo.
siguro nga ganito nalang ako palagi.
i mean, pwede ko siguro gawin yung ako nga yung lalapit. pero... ewan ko. siguro kaya ko kung sa kaya. pakapalan lang naman ng mukha yan e. kaya ko nga magpakapal ng mukha pag kelangan ko magsalita sa harap ng maraming tao or taong mas mataas kesa sakin. shempre walang bastusan, pero pakapalan lang talaga ng mukha. tulakan lang kayo kung sinong unang tutumba. kaya ko yun e, baka kayanin ko ring ako yung lumapit. pero di talaga ganito yung tama e. di talaga ganito yung buhay na kinalakhan ko. saka ayoko na makaranas ulit nung pakiramdam na di sila kuntento sakin. tangina ayoko na maghabol. buong buhay ko naghahabol na ko. tama na yun.
kaya ayan. susubukan ko nang i-kundisyon yung utak ko para mag-isip na, ay, wala na nga. wala nang pag-asa. tumigil ka na teh. baliw ka na. hibang. obsession na yan. di na yan bastang crush. di mo na nga maalala mukha nya e. tumigil ka na. wala nang dahilang umasa ka.
20121016
pagod na ko sa ganitong pakiramdam. :(
yeah i guess i'm just too selfish to actually get love for myself. or i'm just too immature for it.
pero pagod na talaga ako e.
ano yun, ako narin ba dapat ang maghahabol para mapansin ng iba?
eh di ako ganun e. di ko kaya yung ganun. old fashion na kung old fashion pero di ko talaga kaya yun at di talaga ako ganun. bahala na kung walang mapunta sakin kahit mahal na mahal ko, o siguro depende rin sa sitwasyon, pero kung di naman ayon yung sitwasyon na ako yung magparamdam... e wag nalang.
kahit ikalulungkot ko nalang pati yun.
hay.
20121015
Speechless
A girl and a boy. The usual pair teenagers expect to develop into a couple. Yep, they were really close friends. And eventually, the girl falls in love with the boy! But of course she keeps it all to herself, like we have all done so before. Friendship sometimes really seems to matter more than love, and she thought the same. She was, as anyone is, afraid of rejection, of friendships broken, so she kept it all in... until Valentine's Day came.
Valentine's Day. School was done, and even the professors seemed to be feeling rather lighthearted, enough to not give homework and appreciate the day of love. Of course everyone was happy, coupled or not. The bitter ones are hopeful, the hopeful ones are full of anticipation, and the loved are feeling much more loved. It was a cheerful day for all.
The boy gave the girl a single red rose. And a letter of confession.
They met at the little creek some few distance away from school. It was their usual hangout place, away from the crowd, where they could shout their frustrations and share secrets and carve their crushes' names on the trees. And maybe share a little gossip rounding their respective classes. It wasn't a totally special place; just an empty lot with a creek, trees grown on random spots, not really anything or anywhere habitable.
But he gave her a rose and a letter,and she read it... And it was all that mattered at that moment. It enveloped her brain and her emotions, and everything seemed to be right - the creek, the trees, the silent screech of insects, the plainness of it all. Everything suddenly felt so bright and happy, and her fingers were cold as ice and her heart was beating louder than cheerdance practice. She was speechless and smiling ear to ear and giggling like a little girl. And then she was just laughing. Laughing and expecting the world to share with her mirth. She was happy.
She mustered the courage to confess, because she felt that it was the right time to. It won't fall on deaf ears, and it won't result in rejection or, worse, a broken friendship. She went pink on the cheeks, and gave her sincerest words of love to her best friend, the boy.
...but the boy interrupted her halfway through. He was shocked, and he was troubled with what he heard.
"Hey umm... stop, please. Just a minute..."
The girl stopped, still smiling.
"I... that was just a joke, okay? ... No, really. I just... I know you've been wanting to have someone do that to you... for a long time..."
The girl was still smiling, but her eyes showed a trace of... doubt, disbelief, disappointment.
"A-and it became a joke between us, so I thought... I thought I'd do a bit of a prank on you... It's just a joke." the guy spoke, with surprised eyes.
The girl was speechless for a while. Her smile slowly disappeared, her face turning emotionless and shocked. The happiness turned into sadness, embarassment, and anger.
"So, just a joke? I... I see..." then she simply turned and started walking away.
The guy ran after her, calling after her. He apologized when he reached her. So many times. That he was not aware of her feelings. That he did not mean to hurt her. That he really didn't know.
She suddenly faces him, face all red with anger and tears, and starts yelling angry words at him.
"HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU DO THAT TO ME?!?"
"DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU JUST MADE ME THE BIGGEST MORON EVER??"
"DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH HURT YOU HAVE JUST GIVEN ME?? RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT??"
"ARE. YOU. EVEN. AWARE. OF WHAT I JUST FELT NOW??"
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I WISH TO HELL THAT YOU WILL EXPERIENCE THE VERY SAME THING, YOU NUMBASS SON OF A BITCH!"
She then storms off, leaving the guy speechless.
*****
another spur-of-the-moment composition, made 7mos ago lol
20121012
20121011
the hard part about being infatuated with someone totally new is that you cannot even defend your own actions against your own rational mind.
i mean, seriously mang. not even a week. not even a friggin week. i don't even know anything beyond his profession and his first name and what he looks like in his friggin RN uniform. i'm even just guessing what his age is.
IT IS FUCKING STUPID. AND RETARDED. OKAY?
plus the fact that he has seen how i look like when i don't get baths for 2days while stuck in the hospital andchained stuck (as well) to a friggin IV bottle for 24/7 literally. constantly.
and being the nurse that he is, he constantly smells like the beautiful mild smell of evaporated alcohol. which means he is clean as fudge. just like any other nurse.
and and... and i acted kinda stupid during the last time he talked to me while we were still confined in the hospital. he was asking if i still had fever, and i just shook my head to say no while looking at him, and looked away instantly.
and... just... guh. i'm so... so amateur at this... so shy and stupid... and i'm struck like this. and i can't even defend my infatuation to myself. i just can't. there's just no logical explanation for it. at all.
i think my mind may have just been drugged during that 1 week stay. and my thinking might have gotten slightly affected. you know how dreams can be such big influences? maybe just like that.
i do still remember, though, that little contact when he took off the air bubbles coming from the newly installed IV bottle. he was using an injection for it, to sip out the air bubbles from the tubing before they reach my bloodstream. it just happened that his hands touched mine during the duration of the air removal. and i still remember it. and his hands were beautiful. just beautiful.
i should stop this.
i let him away.
i wish i could just see a bit of reason to let go of him. like, maybe if i learn that he has a girlfriend, or a wife. or that he has different preferences. my mind can be talked out of this. i just need reasons to say goodbye. if there are no reasons, it might be quite some time before i forget him.
i mean, seriously mang. not even a week. not even a friggin week. i don't even know anything beyond his profession and his first name and what he looks like in his friggin RN uniform. i'm even just guessing what his age is.
IT IS FUCKING STUPID. AND RETARDED. OKAY?
plus the fact that he has seen how i look like when i don't get baths for 2days while stuck in the hospital and
and being the nurse that he is, he constantly smells like the beautiful mild smell of evaporated alcohol. which means he is clean as fudge. just like any other nurse.
and and... and i acted kinda stupid during the last time he talked to me while we were still confined in the hospital. he was asking if i still had fever, and i just shook my head to say no while looking at him, and looked away instantly.
and... just... guh. i'm so... so amateur at this... so shy and stupid... and i'm struck like this. and i can't even defend my infatuation to myself. i just can't. there's just no logical explanation for it. at all.
i think my mind may have just been drugged during that 1 week stay. and my thinking might have gotten slightly affected. you know how dreams can be such big influences? maybe just like that.
i do still remember, though, that little contact when he took off the air bubbles coming from the newly installed IV bottle. he was using an injection for it, to sip out the air bubbles from the tubing before they reach my bloodstream. it just happened that his hands touched mine during the duration of the air removal. and i still remember it. and his hands were beautiful. just beautiful.
i should stop this.
i let him away.
i wish i could just see a bit of reason to let go of him. like, maybe if i learn that he has a girlfriend, or a wife. or that he has different preferences. my mind can be talked out of this. i just need reasons to say goodbye. if there are no reasons, it might be quite some time before i forget him.
20121008
BAKIT BA ANG HIRAP MONG HANAPIN. GIVE ME YOUR LAST NAME PLEASE. PLEASE.
I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOUR AGE IS AND HOW LONG YOU'VE BEEN WORKING AND DO YOU LOVE YOUR JOB AND WHY YOU SEEM SO NICE AND WHETHER YOU'RE GAY (which i hope not, i don't think so, but unlike that other nurse, you seem much more inclined to be one, so... but i really hope not.)
i hope you find me, or give me a way to find you. but in all the hugeness of the interwebs, i'm still afraid to meet you, or for you to know my secrets. i don't think i'm memorable enough, but we've just met in the hospital, and you'll probably remember me when you see my name.
gah.
mr. darren/darryl. i'm not sure. and i'm too shy to ask.
dengue case. mother and daughter. chinese general hospital.
**edits**
well, sa pangit kong to, ano pa nga bang inaasahan ko. hahahaha. holy shet.
di ko lang talaga alam kung bakit ka nagmarka sakin. di ko talaga maintindihan.
sabi ko rin agad na parehas tayo ng wavelength. pakiramdam ko lang talaga medyo magkakasundo tayo.
ewan ko. ewan kooooooooooooooooooooo. ewan ko talaga.
pero ang ganda lang rin talaga ng kamay mo hahaha. inlab talaga ko sa kamay mo. may obsession talaga ako sa magagandang kamay. at ang ganda ng kamay mo talaga.
besides that... i just like you. for some reason.
hay.
i shouldn't expect anything. i just shouldn't. :|
I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOUR AGE IS AND HOW LONG YOU'VE BEEN WORKING AND DO YOU LOVE YOUR JOB AND WHY YOU SEEM SO NICE AND WHETHER YOU'RE GAY (which i hope not, i don't think so, but unlike that other nurse, you seem much more inclined to be one, so... but i really hope not.)
i hope you find me, or give me a way to find you. but in all the hugeness of the interwebs, i'm still afraid to meet you, or for you to know my secrets. i don't think i'm memorable enough, but we've just met in the hospital, and you'll probably remember me when you see my name.
gah.
**edits**
well, sa pangit kong to, ano pa nga bang inaasahan ko. hahahaha. holy shet.
di ko lang talaga alam kung bakit ka nagmarka sakin. di ko talaga maintindihan.
sabi ko rin agad na parehas tayo ng wavelength. pakiramdam ko lang talaga medyo magkakasundo tayo.
ewan ko. ewan kooooooooooooooooooooo. ewan ko talaga.
pero ang ganda lang rin talaga ng kamay mo hahaha. inlab talaga ko sa kamay mo. may obsession talaga ako sa magagandang kamay. at ang ganda ng kamay mo talaga.
besides that... i just like you. for some reason.
hay.
i shouldn't expect anything. i just shouldn't. :|
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