nang malungkot si marlon... uamagang umaga pa....

I woke up…. As early as 5:00 am… I heard the sound of that mortar and pestle bumping into each other…. And everything flashed back.. just like when my folks are still around…. Every morning I hear that sound cause they are already preparing breakfast.. and there’s always fried rice… and that sound of the mortal and pestle… is for the garlic that will be fried for the rice…and suddenly.. it made me feel so alone… back then.. every morning is like a feast.. in this house you will never get hungry… well back then… but now.. it’ll take you hours to have something to much on.. that’s why I dine at the mall or out somewhere.. cause I don’t want to cook just for myself….five years to go.. and I hope they’ll be back… just want to feel like living in a home again…I sucks when you celebrate occasions alone.. Thought that I am already used to be like this.. living alone… it’s been months.. and it’s not that hard at… I’m earning good…. And got my own house…. Back to school…. Well fuck… is this such a senti blog???....fuck… sorry….