another nosebleed english entry.
dear pikwak,
you are officially green again. we are officially green again. you didn't make it hard for me and i love you for that. i just felt like sharing what happened today. it was better than the very historical 888. although it was just like an ordinary day, it was extra special for me.
as if wednesday night didn't happen. we spent the day together as usual. waiting shed, mcdo, LOL-ing, talks i'd forget soon, and the like. normal. nothing extra special except for you giving me a piggy back ride. hahaha! it was cute. the skinny, bony and weak guy carries me again. yeys for that!
i could tell you anything now. any random thing that pops out of my head can be easily said without worrying at all. it feels so much safer. it was more than comfortable.
will we get tired of each other? will we get tired of spending days and/or nights talking to each other about everything? will there be a day when we'd be fed up because of plainly annoying each other with childish whats its? or be tired of the silence that comes and goes every after 10 minutes of never ending talks?
i know, and i'm positively sure that you'll never leave me even after we graduate. i'm pretty sure that you'll never hear from me this, "walang kwenta bestfriend ko eh! di ko alam kung sang lumalop na napunta." we'll always be there for each other, even when we grow old. we'd be smoking packs of cigarettes, you with your beer and i, trying to finish my rhum coke. we'd be dating at greenhills, looking for toys you cant afford, as usual. we'd play games as if we never grew up. WOW! life partner.
wait! what the fuck am i saying? (nica just realized that she was influenced by a friends blog entry)
i love you, pikwak.
give me my pandurrr happy meal on monday.
xoxo,
piknik :D
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.
