krishkrosh

dear is a weird word. in cdu, it is something that the CIs use when they've forgotten your name. yes, they forget names, even when you're wearing a nameplate across your chest. it could also be a word to replace the otherwise boyish bisaya tern "do", which kinda means like "dude" or "bub" or whatever word of that species. more importantly, it is a word which i have gotten the hang of just recently. it is quite funny actually. i sound very girly when i say it. dear, please ko sa akong notebook bi...or dear, kalibangun ko, naa kai tissue? or dear, wa kai ayu, patiran tika run. hahaha. :D and it is because of that that i found myself in a

dear ley adriane taripe, you are a threat to the philippine society because of your great acting skills. no ley, you don't do that. you should not pull very convincing pranks. especially on me, because most likely, i'm bound to believe you. :) imagine my shock, dude. at first i didn't believe you because i know that you are such a good liar. but then again, you are so friggin effective! i had to believe you. i bought a sweetcorn slush to accompany my contemplation in ayala. mura kug na-tama kadiyot do. for a moment, i was lost in thought. ganahan naku ig-on ang tanang taw na akung makit-an with my bonggang bonggang CHN bag. it was a go

i was going to write something dramatic, life-altering...all that shizzle. i had a weird week, see, and i thought of, you know...thinking out loud yet again, as my frickin brain can't frickin take it any frickin more (notice the frequency of the word 'frickin'? yeah it's a side effect). a little while back there, back when i was still half-lying, half-sitting in the home-bound vhire i felt like i was in this indie-movie. i felt the unseen digi-cams pan here and there, scriptwriter observing at the director's heels while they film me, tired and blank. and then all of a sudden, the driver turned the radio on and it started playing this derange