i was a family anti social (how ironic). when i was growing up, slowly i stopped hanging out with my cousins. they, well...they still managed to stick together since they live closer to each other. you see, we all live in merville but my house is at the other end. i was lazy.
there were years when i just see them during christmas, new year and birthdays. that's it. they had a different lingo already. i didnt get it. so i stayed far. it was never a drama. emo-ish as it sounds. no it wasn't. i had fun being alone. being with them was my alone time. i was like partying even more deep inside.
when i heard about the golden wedding. it was like, "WEH??". i felt that i would bore myself to death. days and nights spent with them would be a "surprise". i have no idea on how to even talk to them. anong topic? shit!
pero it was a blessing. grabe! GRABE GRABE GRABE! i just loved spending nights with them. PUCHA!! SHIT SHIT SHIT! i love them cousins.
(wala na, nagddrama na ko.)
WE BAAAAAD!i miss the late night practices. actually the ''practices''. hahaha! i miss our planners. sheesh! i miss hearing those songs. the overnights. the food fest. i miss us getting tired and hyper at the same time.
i love you younger cousin sisters/brothers. hahaha! shit! i miss jaja and yung ilong nyang CLASSIC.
MAHAL KO KAYO!
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
