Dear Lawrence: Tambak na the work on my table and I haven't even sat down.
Dear Lawrence: So far so good. No hate mail from anyone and no email from you....yet.
"All men are pigs and I'm a vegetarian!" Maybe I'll put that on a shirt.
Dear Flora: Do you know that Lawrence has these "agri erotica" reviews?
Once upon a time, or around a month ago I had a special someone
Ang hirap pala nito. How do people do it? People pester me about it but and I don't want to talk about it with them but it's forced out of me. But here I can't even say it. English or Tagalog it just doesn't sound nice. It wasn't nice, what happened. I think people knew about it. I sensed it but didn't want to believe it. Lawrence, I think YOU KNEW about it too, but didn't tell me. Why should you, right? You're already happily eloped!! Then I did a stupid desperate thing. When I heard that Francis Magalona died last week I texted I can't even say his name,...Roque. And he texted back something to the effect na "What do you want me to do? Game over na." And what even hurts is knowing how stupid and desperate I was and hoped he wouldn't notice. Obviously he did because it was so obvious. I'm not making any sense. Shit, I don't want to start this way.