Moments in our lives

Drinking with a few old friends, feeling the breeze on my face, and gallivanting the night away. Small but very meaningful moments. Haven't seen the gang fer like five months now, and I missed 'em. I can't seem to recall the last time I barhopped in Makati, catching a few glimpses of the people roond, searching fer old faces, old acquaintances. Living like a kid again, damn. After chilling at this joint near Rockwell, we decided to head hame. God, how I missed the expressway. The wind on mah face, a feeling that I thought I'd never miss, but apparently, I did.

Met this chick, Rica, was her name. Got the face of an angel. And when she moved, the way she glided across the room. And dun start with the body, fahk! Sexier than fahk! F-A-H-K! Her sweet scent, oh it makes me feel... er, L... LIVELY. Yes, lively. =p

Planned on catching up with the gang tomorrow, at TN's place. It's her birthday "Y'ALL." Watching the carbs lately, so I wun be eating her special CARBonara. NO PUN WAS INTENDED. All this drama and stress is catching up on me, though I keep ignoring it, I'd eventually need some people to talk to about it. Though we may've not seen each other fer almost half a year nao, friendships like these seem to last. Am thankful fer that.

Simple things amuse complex minded people, and I believe that I am a very complex person. Things like these, I cherish. I adore. Ava adore baby. But the big things? Not as much as these. Though I may over analyze things, I tend to simplify em. Turning something hard to grasp into something that's easy to comprehend, I believe, is a talent that I possess.

Wish everything was as simple as 1, 2, and 3. Nevertheless, it's all about how you see things. Perception then comes in.

Jagged little pills.

Recently, I've been unable to sleep at night. I tend to sleep at around 5-7 in the morning. I need to cure masel. So instead of forcing masel to sleep, I drug masel to sleep. Ordered like thirty or so Vs. Also, I think that I'm getting far too dependent on these blue soft gel capsules that mah sister gave me. Whatchamacallit? I fergot.

Life goes on, Mr. Reyes.

I feel for you, Bok. Kapatid na ang turing ko sayo, parang nawalan din ako. My deepest condolences. May she rest with the angels and hang out with your pop. We'll see them when we get there. If we ever get there, that is.

Save a place for me.(That is one good tattoo, Miguel)