Nothing to do…
September 24, 2005i have seven minutes to spare until my lunch is through..i’ve just updated another blog in another website..hmmm, nothing to do and nothing to say..he just e mailed me this :
“mommy mtutulog n ako ha…di n kita mahihintay eh antok n kc ako eh…sana pag dting mo email mo ako ha.pls email k agad pag dting mo ok.mis u ingat k ok..wag mong kalimutan n mag email agad pag dting mo ok.mahal n mahal kta ok di n kita iiwan ok.mag hahanap n ako ng work para maka alis n ako rito.mag rerent n lang ako ng room o kya appartment pag may n ipon para maka pag tipid n tyo di ba?mahal n mahal kita ok at lagi mong tandaan n hindi kita iiwanan khit ano pang mangyari ok.luv u tsuptusptsuptsuptsuptsuptsuptsuptusptsuptsup
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last night before he went to sleep and i guess that really made my day… i am in constant war mode with my dad because of his lack of manners when i’m on the phone with J. i was mad as hell yesterday when i left the house to report for work but when i finally got here, i got to read the sweetest email yet and now im kinda in a good mood.. i miss J and i miss spending time with him may it be just making “Tambay” in the mall and smoking our lungs out or in our “tambayan” where we get to taste each other and satisfy our earthly cravings..heheh..more often than not, we end up going to our “tambayan” and when we’re there, it actually feels like home..weird of all the wierds but its true..it’s like our shelter away from this cruel world. it’s the place where i feel that no other people exists but him and me…it’s a place where i can call him MINE! ALL MINE. but all the time it ends up too soon.before we even realize it, its the start of another day…so even if we don’t want to, we’d have to get back to the real world, and wait for another couple of days before we can go back..someday, we will have a home…some place that we could call our own..away from the harsh realities that we both we’re forced to face…away from all the hustle and bustle of the people around us..someday we’ll have that home. our own paradise.:


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