Guess what. Today is the 24th of September. There is nothing particular in this day but the fact that 24 + 8 =32. nice numbers right? Each of them means something. Am I baffling you?? do you want me to be straightforward? Well, the fact that 8 is THEIR number and 24 is mine, and 32 means the 32nd month. then, it really is something to celebrate or to at least commemorate. a whole big ball of inexplicable, bizarre confusion. uhhmmm. well, the hell, nevermind.. (anyway, that kalachuchi there.. it reminds me of the person im talking about.. dont know why? it was shot in paco park)
It is so irritating.. it is an event that is engraved on my internal calendar. Whenever this day comes, the 24th day, I am bothered by the things that might have happened. Sayang nga. -I will not spit out dreadful words today ok?, im trying to be a decent man..- kk, there.. sometimes, I feel that my parents think that im absurd or crazy. They would see me walking around the house smiling and giggling.. ahaha.. isn’t it ironic? I should be weeping and howling like a dead dog, but instead, I was smiling.. ahaha.. it is because some clips of my past pass by my head.
Ahaha.. happy memories. I remember when we were in front of the old retail. We were both sitting on the bench.. then, I was telling her some chapters I have read in my 1st year book report in Filipino, ang tundo man ay may langit din. (though right now, I cant even remember one charcter) hehe.. it was fun, it is only now that I have realized that. She was really internalizing the story.. haha.. then after a week, she was asking me what happened to the story, she wanted me to tell her the continuation.. hehe.. cute.. she really was internalizing the story.
Then when we were in first year. We had our practice for our sabayan.. as usual, everyone was late, then we were already there, while we were waiting, I rested my head on her soft thighs.. hehe, the hell.. I didn’t realize that I liked her a lot.. right then, I thought everything is a comic story. I thought everything is a joke. -well, im only 13 then..- hehe, paco park really is a site full of memories..
The hell.. just forget everything.. it sets hurdles in my situation. The hell.. hehe.. still, im happy that I met somebody like her. And now, burn everything in my memoir.
It is so irritating.. it is an event that is engraved on my internal calendar. Whenever this day comes, the 24th day, I am bothered by the things that might have happened. Sayang nga. -I will not spit out dreadful words today ok?, im trying to be a decent man..- kk, there.. sometimes, I feel that my parents think that im absurd or crazy. They would see me walking around the house smiling and giggling.. ahaha.. isn’t it ironic? I should be weeping and howling like a dead dog, but instead, I was smiling.. ahaha.. it is because some clips of my past pass by my head.
Ahaha.. happy memories. I remember when we were in front of the old retail. We were both sitting on the bench.. then, I was telling her some chapters I have read in my 1st year book report in Filipino, ang tundo man ay may langit din. (though right now, I cant even remember one charcter) hehe.. it was fun, it is only now that I have realized that. She was really internalizing the story.. haha.. then after a week, she was asking me what happened to the story, she wanted me to tell her the continuation.. hehe.. cute.. she really was internalizing the story.
Then when we were in first year. We had our practice for our sabayan.. as usual, everyone was late, then we were already there, while we were waiting, I rested my head on her soft thighs.. hehe, the hell.. I didn’t realize that I liked her a lot.. right then, I thought everything is a comic story. I thought everything is a joke. -well, im only 13 then..- hehe, paco park really is a site full of memories..
The hell.. just forget everything.. it sets hurdles in my situation. The hell.. hehe.. still, im happy that I met somebody like her. And now, burn everything in my memoir.
(wow, i posted something in english today! isnt that weird???)
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