I wish that I am at The Gypsy’s Lair tonight just to relax, to cool myself with a tall glass of pandan iced tea, and to be comforted by that mean quesadilla plate, oozing with cheese and whatever’s there to awaken my nerves.
I didn’t do anything much today — just watched tv, and tv, and more tv… and bed, and bed, and more bed. Involuntary muscle contraction, which often hides in the identity of the word “cramps,” can beat the s**t out of me sometimes. To say “Whatta life!” is an understatement.
Juan Tamad was on television too, and I watched it; I’ve been following it a lot lately because I sincerely like Coco Martin 🙂 In fact, I’m going to collapse if I see him, and I don’t care how cheesy that is or what people (or friends) will say. Same case with Gerard Butler and Hugh Jackman — if I see them in person, I hope I do not fall flat right in front of them.
After Coco’s adventure-telenovela, of course, there’s Ina, Kapatid, Anak. Somebody asked me a few days ago if I have seen it. I don’t remember answering.
For the life of me, I watched it one time but never repeated because I am forever disgusted (no offense meant to others watching it) by the plot of the story: missing children/siblings and it beats me why they sell like street food to anyone.
I just thought… enough of those emo telenovelas. I’ll stick to Goin’ Bulilit.