Vera and I spent the night at the green place convenience store. Talked until dawn. Before that, she took me with her to this exclusive(toink) mini-concert by a Cebuana who just won some international singing contest. Maria Donna was her name and yes she was quite amazing, however, I realized it does take a real fan to stand listening to someone sing a number of songs and her little more-about-me chats in between.
I switched to blogger beta and yes Ver, he will probably think I was doing it with someone in that picture again. But you know you took the picture right? You even laughed after you said I was skinny. And it's not lotion, it's detox for a spotless white face( well, it is kind of a lotion). White. Haha. I just want my pimple scars removed, really. That night(?) was the first time we each had proper cushions to sleep on.
Chai is a text message, a mosaic of pixels, or a mechanized voice. I would want to see what's left of you and your black tongue (as Vera would put it). Ours are still as dark...like Vera's hair.
Liyo...ummm...next please?
Yen, I'll see you tonight, ok. Hehe
