(the survivors big hurray
Cagbantoy Beach
March 17, 2007
Saturday)
Who said survivors? Wala oi! We are just the last remaining few souls who’s pact came to rise the beach idea (the most recent of the many anyway). Well, the term ‘survivor’ is euphemed for bums like us except one, Johny boy country man, our great messiah in finances who’s working for a richly-funded NGO. The rest are BIG, FAT, BUMS! And the survivors normally don’t come in many. We were just five souls bare footing the rather solitary beach – we were the early birdies to arrive @ 9:15 A.M.
Whatever happened to other ‘98ers? Well, they are just there far away, busy catching dreams and seeking greener meadows while we were busy catching crabs and fending off dogs that were trying to sneak out our foods right there beckoning in the sand. We did not rent a hut! What for?
We were not skin-dipping in any ways ‘coz we are the last vestiges of humanoids who are raised by PRUDE mamas – but we are near to it ‘BWAHAHAHAHAHA!’ VIRGIN PA MI NOH! Char lang PAPAS!
Whatever happened to other ‘98ers? Well, they are just there far away, busy catching dreams and seeking greener meadows while we were busy catching crabs and fending off dogs that were trying to sneak out our foods right there beckoning in the sand. We did not rent a hut! What for?
We were not skin-dipping in any ways ‘coz we are the last vestiges of humanoids who are raised by PRUDE mamas – but we are near to it ‘BWAHAHAHAHAHA!’ VIRGIN PA MI NOH! Char lang PAPAS!
