Of Delinquent Motorists, Fast Cars and Remembrance

Wow. First time ko mabangga ng motor. Hopefully the last time too. At si Kuya pa ang galit. Kasalanan ko daw at dire-direcho ako. Hello, kaya ako tumawid ng daan kasi nagbigay na yung dadaang jeep. Siya ang kaskas na. Tangina, buti hindi si Francine ang nadali, at hawak ko katabi. Was too shocked to do anything coherent, sana nakuha ko lisensya nya at napa-barangay man lang. Pero wala, nakaalis na din. Ang Diyos na bahala sa kanya.

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03.17.15

image We’re weird. We live radically different lives and we live on opposite parts of the world. Most of the time we really have nothing to talk about; I don’t watch his favorite show, and he hates running. I have my bouts of crazy fits; he’s steady as a rock himself.  Sometimes I really wonder how we endure. But we do. Oh, you can bet, we always do. And I guess that’s the wonder of love, keeping us together when the world itself is trying to keep us apart. splat siggy