WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO ME 2-3 HOURS EARLIER
Just think about Meet The Fockers but only add up a little twist of pagdududa and hesitations. I was in Afrique’s waiting for them to have a little catch of talking things. Now who are they? My girlfriend’s parents — that which, in a Filipino setting or set-up includes extended families — came over, yes.
It wasn’t in Afriques. We transferred to the Mansion Garden (I don’t even know where the hell is that) and had a dinner talk. Here are some of the questions to include:
- Nakailang girlfriend ka na, Tj?
- Seryoso ka ba kay Jen?
- We heard you’re a baller when it comes to girls… is that true?
- Do you have enough money to feed our daughter and live up with her?
- What is your plan for the next few years and hereafter?
- Where are your parents?
Now some are silly, out of the shit questions but I gave them a radical answer. My friend touted me to get high before going. I didn’t. The uncles quickly asked me if I know how to cook and all, so I said hell yes.
To nullify everything and get straight to the point, I now quote Shakespeare’s book “All’s Well That Ends Well”.
Now, I am as happy as a rabbit eating a carrot.
Also, my girlfriend just messaged me a minute ago telling that we can go out together, not unless I have to make some “paglilisensiya” with them. It’s now officially okay with them guise!
I’m off for a cerebrationzzz!
Pic: related to what I felt kanina. Yes, shit happens.
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