Young Folk, Young Style.

Last night, I was hit by puck on my left knee so hard that I got wounded.

I’m sorry darling, but I won’t buy you a cup of coffee. I’ll make you one.

Last night we celebrated our perkiest friend’s birthday, Pearl Cueto.

Had mixed drinks at Tides, then went to Guilly’s.

I’m a broke ass kid, I got a 100pesos to suffice me the whole night.

Got home at around 4:00 am. I realized I have a 7:00am class.

I had to battle hangover and drag my self to class. But oh well, last night was really fun!

BAD VIBES

So, I was on my way home. Alms people had lined along the pavement. I had a spare of 5pesos. I dropped it to the first woman I had walked through. Then a child chased me asking for alms, I said “I’m sorry, I don’t have anymore spare”. She kept on following me, she said “You haven’t given my momma yet!” (her mom was sitting beside the old lady I had given alms to) I felt guilty but I really can’t give her alms that time. She was still following and repeating the same words. Until her mom shouted “Let her be, She won’t be blessed, She’ll have bad luck..(murmur)”.

It’s like she cursed me to have a bad day, a bad luck or even a bad life. I was only trying to do good, I was not even biased nor prejudiced. Now, I feel like I have to carry this feeling through.