instead of spending P200 over a glass of ice-cold frappe in an irksome, social-climber-infested place, why don't you go on asking a beggar out for a date? believe me, it's rewarding!
i'm not trying to sound like a philanthropist or a wish-a-wish foundation advocate. i didn't even expect that i would be able to experience this kind of thing. in fact, it was a blessing in disguise! i went to Quiapo yesterday without anything on my brain, trying to come up with an interview with the heretics and a cocktail of opportunists that surround the church for God knows how long. i had no plan at all. nada! all i knew was that i wanted to raise the irony in the place; nothing more, nothing less...
i'll try not to go over the details anymore, as this is just like another bullet on my brain. well, maybe tomorrow; maybe later... my fingers never know how to stop...
"i hugged her son. the little angel's touching the piercings on my ear. his giggle was soft... sweet.-- that was by far the most sentimental hug that i have ever felt..."
i seldom go to church, but what happened yesterday was a living proof which reminded me that there is a God.
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