code of boyhood
Posted at 12:26 AM

the code need not be said.
it was never drafted.
nor talked about.

but there's this sudden implanted feeling that you know you have to shut up because you have just heard your male classmates' err--- confessions.

it's nice to experience such feeling.

thank you, scarlet horse, you kept us bonded last night.

heheheh.

quoting paolo mariano, i'd say, "I can die at this very moment."
i guess 3jrn3 boyhood prevailed last night.

the girls, losers.

cheesy but true. (-:

heheheh.

here:
the place had to call it a night. we had no idea where to continue the warming conversations. UST was already closed.
BAYWALK entered the picture.
i have to admit, it was an amazingly rapid decision.
and an exciting one.
everyone was there.
except one.
sayang.

(shit, i suddenly realized my writing "capabilities" are rusty. curse me, i would be cool about it)


but really now, it was more than fun. the sense of belonging was overwhelming.

where am i? there.
yeah, we walked from taft to roxas blvd. (P. faura). it was already some distance.
then that most coveted strip of lights by the bay. from the first post of lights (blue ones) to the last. dunno what color.

we took a-----------------------------------------------------------


i feel extremely sleepy. i'll just edit this tomorrow. ahmm yeah as if someone would read me. nyt world.
coraline boys do fall in love