shaken, not stirred

05.11.2010
handuraw, gorordo


at the age of 24, i’m still fool (pun not intended) full of drama… and sh*t.

here i am, desperately trying to write about what? love? don’t you think that’s a bit overrated?

i haven’t had alcohol for quite sometime and this one bottle of ice-cold erythematous pony is galloping a bit too quickly into my brain.

at this point , i’m missing my former drinking buddies… chiggy (now, successfully detoxified), dan (whose liver i think is vaccinated against liver cirrhosis), and cheu (who used to be unattached). mosh (who’s sooo far away) would undoubtedly be here with me if she was in the Phils. tin and julie, my co-divas, whom i miss singing out my RH-infused-lungs with.

sometimes, we miss our wild younger days, especially when we wanna loosen up.

been scanning my phone for prospective “kaladkarins” to accompany me. it seems everyone’s too busy, if not too old, to drink out tonight. lol

(photo dated : may 2009)

a toast to my attempt to write again:

can you?

drag me to walk

dare me to jump

push me to move

open my eyes

nudge me awake

rekindle my fire

ignite my spark

awaken my soul

can you stir me up?