What better way to treat myself than to blog about her. I treat myself thru thinking about her, talking about her, dreaming about her. Blogging about her is a three-in-one treat. I think as I talk as I dream about her as I blog. I am in love with a human, that’s the news.

The bum is in love. Well, who pays interest? Let me count heads… Ahhhm…

There are fifty eight people who have read or at least visited my blog; only five of them ever spoke. At least I have got readers. The thought of it suddenly inspires me to continue telling the story.

So the bum is in love with a human who has limbs, who has teeth, who has sense of humor. The human is a girl. They call each other sugarfree. Because according to the bum, their friendship is free or should be free from sugarcoated hypocrisy. What is hypocrisy by the way? Give three examples of hypocrisy. How does hypocrisy affect the global commerce? Is hypocrisy the worst policy or should I stop writing instead? Hypocrisy, as for me, is when you don’t love. Period.

We love. That’s why we agreed upon the pseudonym. Sugarfree by the way is coincidentally a name of a favorite band: the one who did “Tulog Na”, one of the more poetic OPM songs in recent history. But the band nor their music has nothing to do with our friendship. We are yet to have a lovesong. We are yet to sing together under a single bed, the thing she and her ex often did—that was according to her. And whenever she talks about her past romances, I burn in redhot jealousy. I can’t explain why I am so much into her. Psychology won’t help.

Do I love? Or I just hype the feeling? I have a way of testing it: I move away. I abstain from the person for a certain period of time, say one week. I am not an absence-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder type of friend. I am an absence-breeds-insecurity freak. If anyone draws away from me, deliberately or not, I axe him/her out of my friends list. No, not in friendster. Friendster is not about friendships, it is all about ostentations.

So anyways, my abstinence test result says: I am positive with the lovebug. I am in love. Who is to blame? I mean, who is to thank?

Virna.

Why her? Why not Gloria Macapagal Arroyo?

Ok, let me correct it. I am in love and I owe it to Virna and to Gloria. To Virna because she fills my blackblack world with the colors of her smile, with the music of her chuckles, with the light of her sincerity; to Gloria because she has pushed me to the limits of hatred that I am nowhere to go but to love.

I don’t want to spoil this blog with further political sentimentalism. I would not stain this page with certain reeking names. And I want to set things clear, I didn’t say I only love Virna because I hate the elf in Malacanang so much. I love Virna because she has won the battle I arranged for the two of us. The very same battle Kim had won overwhelmingly against me. Ironically, the battle is fought by two people who evade each other. The first to quit evading is declared defeated. In the case of Virna I am not sure whether she plays my game or not. Nevertheless, she proved to be irresistible.

I am in love. Take me my sugarfree.

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