slapdash

Just like how Wednesdays are to me, this day, this early, is quite thickset.

The ride to work was riot. Arjae and I hit the same bus together. We were our makulit selves, as always. It's quite amazing though that despite the fact that we missed a lot of times together, our closeness never changed. Besides, he’s the closest guy friend I have from grade school. Tagal na din pala.

On the side of our hirits and animated stories, it wasn’t in any way uncanny for us to talk about some somber stuff. That’s us doing a little growing up there. And it’s just odd having known that we’re on the same boat, quite on the same boat. Rocking on the same boat.  Neither needed to spill some more. It’s like I-got-him-he-got-me thing up for us.

We could have grown a little, but we’re going to grow up some more. And I’m going to cut my hair short again, Arj. There’s no stopping me. Haha. And there won’t be no stopping our pizza party too.

It’s me, you and Janina.

Chalk it up.