Prick Land

   It’s times like these when I just love being a blogger in an Internet café.   

   Just outside the door, a couple is on a heated argument over what I think to be a “third-party” thing.  She’s holding what I think to be a love letter, and he’s playing defensive.  And now she’s crying:

Asawa mo ako, di mo ba alam kung gaano kasakit sa akin tong ginagawa mo?

   And on the defense:

Gusto ko lang malaman mong nandito lang ako, pero hayaan mo lang ako. 

   You go, girl!

Marocharim • February 7, 2008 • Life