Roller Blade Sundaes

I am so pissed. Last night, I borrowed a bottle of nail polish from Alex. I put it on when I woke up this morning and god, it was so messy. I dunno, I could spend hours and hours doing my nails. I’d repeat the whole thing at the smallest imperfection. I wanted to repeat the whole thing today but I was running out of polish remover. Besides, Alex would be really mad at me if I returned the bottle empty. So I’ll leave it as is. But it really sickens me to look at my messy application.

Anyways, last night was fun. After three hours of walking and a big Guess? bag half-filled with candy, I was in a high state of grouchiness. I began to hate myself for wearing black, because I was sweating like a pig. Alex too was beginning to slow down. She was wearing heels which must’ve been really painful. Stephen however, continued to chatter on merrily–too merrily, I might add. I hate him. He never seems to run out of energy to talk, laugh or smile. I’ve never seen him sad, angry or whatever. Not even when John Kim is around. It seems like he was born with a smile permanently carved on his face. HE’S NOT HUMAN! I hate him.

Eventually, Stephen himself began to grow tired. We hauled our tired asses to Deck Cafe, a small coffee shop which was located in the commercial center in front of the village. Stephen and I ordered Cokes, Alex ordered soya milk. Then we sat in there for about an hour, talking loudly and checking out each other’s candy.

“It’s official,” Stephen announced, “that the Deck Cafe will be our hangout. Since not much people come in here anyway, I guess it’s okay if we make a lot of noise.”

“I think it would be better if we renamed the place, the Dick Cafe. And it would look much more at home if the walls were painted green, don’t you think?” I said.

Everyone agreed to that. Reader, if one day you come to the Philippines and decide to look for me, you know where I am.

Presently, a group of squatters passed in front of the window. We laughed at them and gave them the finger; usual stuff we do when squatters are around. One of them was rollerblading and was wearing a mask. Our suspicion is that he was John Kim because he poked his head in the ‘Cafe and asked the room in general, “Ikaw ba si Alexandra?” Umm, that’s, “Are you Alexandra” in Tagalog. Anyway, Alex the war freak jumped up her chair and chased the guy away. “I’m not Alex. I’m WUUUUFEEEIIII!” she screamed at his rollerblading ass.

Then we went to Alex’s house and hung out with her until she left for dinner out with her family. When she was gone, Stephen and I went to his house and kicked each other’s ass at Tekken 3. Then I went home.

There endeth All Hallow’s Eve.