Sunday, bloody Sunday.
start of the game palang, it's like he was already thinking, "ohhhhh motherfuuuck.."
okay lang yan, at least your pretty face didn't get beaten to a mushy pulp. haylabyuuuuuu!
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i fell off a jeep early this evening in Los Banos, because it hastily sped off just as i was about to step into it. my friend Jan tried to grab my hand, but she couldn't and i lost my grip on the handle(?). i let out a little girly scream, fell backwards, landed on my ass and hands, hit my lower back, scraped my left foot and scratched my right knee. there was another vehicle behind me and i'm glad it didn't run me over. there was a nice man who ran over to help me up and shout at the reckless driver.
my lower back now has a long bruise across it. the scrapes on my foot is making it a bitch to walk. my left arm strangely hurts. ansaket.
wala lang. another misadventure.
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i was in LB to attend the christening of a high school kabarkada's baby son. she's the third friend of mine to give birth this year. on one hand, as Shiva said, "why is the concept of contraceptives so alien?" my friends who have given birth recently, i don't see them as often, so whenever i see then, i'm suddenly back in my lofty school days. then they're holding these kids that they actually gave birth to and it's hard to imagine that they're the same people i used to get piss drunk with. there's something bittersweet about it.
on the other hand, i have to remind myself that we're 25 and older now, it's not like we're still living off our parents' hard-earned money (most of us, anyway). besides, 25 years old and up is not a scandalous age to bear babies. it's actually more or less normal and ideal. not to mention, my mom's generation was bearing babies earlier than most of mine did.
another baby on my holiday list. i'll be a rockin fairy godmother. i'm doing what i can to make sure that these kids grow up to be better than me.
something tells me that's not so hard to do. hahahahaha.