Bedtime Stories

“Listen. Bed. P*rn. Me. And nothing happened!”
“How long did you stay there?”
“My disappointment cannot tolerate another hour. We bailed after the first.”
“That’s 3 hours fully paid for – down the drain!”
“My momma told me never to cry over spilled milk.”
“What MILK?!”
10 minutes.
“What made him think of bringing you there to that place anyway?”
“His exact words – recreation.”
“Recreate the p*rn that’s on Channel 2?” Snort.
“He talked so much. He wouldn’t even stop when I told him, enough.”
“How was his conversational skills?”
“I like you. Let me explain the ways.”
“That’s Shakespeare gone bad!”
“Or YouP*rn gone bad.”
“He didn’t get you.”
“Not any of me.”
“Did you want him to?”
“Gahh… it’s a paperbag moment.”
“C’mon. The guy respected you. That’s something.”
“I want my brother to respect me, my dad,  my male cousins.  Not the boy I liked!”
“But you don’t like him!”
“Exactemente.”
“He must be the sorriest loser in this planet.”
“For all I know, he already jumped off the bridge and died.”
“I feel sorry for the river.”

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Ocean Pavilion

Oohh, my first wedding this year! Seems like every year I get to be on a wedding lately. This time, it’s Aunt Nina’s wedding in Cebu. She married an Australian who she has been together with for five years. Sexy.

Mom came to Cebu with her friends and was somehow reunited with her highschool and college girls. They were giggling and acting like how it was 20 years ago. They sounded like me when Im with my girls! Hahah. They kept me up all night with their incessant chatter. Who’s getting divorced? Who married who?

They claimed there is a Gretchen Barretto, Ruffa Gutierrez, and Dawn Zulueta somewhere. Hahah.

I miss my mama! Haha. There must be a Dawn there somehow. Below, Tita Nina flanked by her boys who took her to the altar. Awww..

My mom wanted me to get married at the Pavilion. I told her I’m dating a Sultan from Kudarat.

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