sana’y laging ganito

if i have to use only word to define things, its going to be makulit.

i already forgotten who owns a certain line, because we keep on using each other’s. its a property, a valuable treasure we already share. familiar.

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try this:

carabao: arte mo.

pig: ako maarte?

carabao: nde, ako.

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pig: ndi ko na nararamdaman..

carabao: ano bang pakiramdam?

pig: happy.

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MUSIC UNDER: PAALAM NA

carabao: song mo yan for me eh…

pig: ah ganon..

carabao: oo..

pig: o cge, pano kung isang araw kantahin ko nga sau yan..

carabao: kakantahin mo?

pig: oo!

carabao: subukan mo…

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carabao: argh..

pig: badtrip ka na naman, ndi mo ko nakita eh!

carabao: ha! kapal!

pig: bakit, nde totoo?!

carabao: totoo..

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carabao: oie, wag ka na magalet…

pig: ewan ko sau..

carabao: (silent)

pig: oie, wag ka na magtampo, inaasar lang kita.

carabao: (laughs)

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pig: swerte ka lang, mahal kita.

carabao: bkit?

pig: anung bakit?

carabao: swerte ka rin.

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those were just some concrete examples why things are makulit. if every single moment spent were to be recorded and i can play it back for the rest of my life, maybe il die laughing. but there are rough moments though, that, we can still laugh about.

my actions speak of how great this friendship is, this will last, even after four years, even after graduation, when we have kids, when we are lolas, when we die. we will still call each other bei bee and we will run around in circles and we will speak within open and close parentheses.

what saddens me, thesis. pains me.

im happy. ooh lala…

blue’s clues. elmo’s world. socks, 81. 

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