Buwan ng Bata

Today is supposed to be Monette’s 20^th birthday. Majority of the people I know celebrate their birthday this month. This makes me feel desolate and alone. Cheka lang! Hehe.

With Monette starting to shake off her “-teen” days behind her, I start to fret over growing old. I’ve always thought of myself as someone who’ll never be an adult in the sense that I never see myself working, having responsibilities like most grown-ups I know, and being 20 in general.

The more I think about it, the more anxious I become (not a good thing)…which is why I will redirect this post to the Buwan ng Wika celebration at my siblings’ school. It’s been ages since I’ve seen a program for this event. It’s good to see cute kids messing up their dance steps (which teachers claim as modern-folk/ethnic dance….how can something be modern and folk at the same time??) on stage and crying and doing what most nonchalant kids of their age do…act cute and angelic and vulnerable and innocent. ^_^

There was particularly one 6^th grader who looked like he developed early (holy moley!!!). He was topless and sweaty and his tummy (without baby fat, by the way... mm-hmm) was gleaming with some yellow glitters…which I thought sorta functioned as aphrodisiacs (haha). He has full red lips and has eyes like my 16 yr-old neighbor named Akim who used to fix our computer (mmmm…Akim…I wonder if he’s still straight). Notwithstanding the excited rhythm that my heart is trying to keep up with as well as the erection that I was desperately trying to hold back (duh, kidding!), at the back of my mind, I keep exclaiming, “I never thought Buwan ng Wika could be this festive!” XP