Of course, not another Father’s Day post. I’ve greeted my Dad already, and he’s contented with that. Lol
I know a lot of you kept on coming back for this long-awaited geeky testimonial. (I thought I promised to rant about it 10 hours after fleeing from Slumberhouse.) Though (uber)lame as I see it, here’s my long post about a bizarre unlucky boy who ended up paying all his parents’ bills for the past two years.

Imagine, you are standing in the middle of a growling crowd filled with good-looking (and not so good-looking) people whose eyes are all glued to your wide forehead. You are palpitating, nauseated, and severely exhausted because you’re afraid to spend the remaining 200 pesos for food since you just borrowed it from your kapitbahay just to reach Quezon City. You haven’t slept a bit, eaten a bit, flossed a bit–all for that one hundred peso jackpot question and a special package you’ll never expect to be that freaking awesome. And then you realized…



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