So get this...I'm on YIM and my cousin Christella pops up. I haven't talked to her in yonks, cause she happens to live in the PI, and I'm not exactly close to my rellies of the maternal persuasion, and she offers me to view her webcam. I'm not gonna say no, and voila! She sitting there with this adorable little three, four year old boy on her lap and it turns out, he's my cousin, too.
Oh, and Chris is really pretty, too. Last time I saw her, she was a chubby little eleven year old and I was a gangly ten year old and we...made fires in the back yard.
Yeah.
Wow...that was a long time ago. So, yeah, I have a new cousin I didn't know about, and...erm...man, I miss calamansi juice. Or however you spell it.
Again, got into contact with the friendly, neighbourhood hole-in-the-wall art joint and bought myself a new tube of Payne's grey. It'll come in handy with this new gesture I swear to Gawd I'll finish.
But back to my maternal family...I'm just realising that they're a cool bunch, particularly the younger ones. My uncle Michael is a tattoo artist, Christella is looking to join a band, my late grandfather was a martial arts master, my mother was a sprinter...we Destuas are freakin hardcore, y'all.
And what's more, my mum's maiden name...yeah...it's that close to my dad's. How's that for serendipity?
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Linked you, doll. And you know you really should post more. Especially that poetry of yours...I miss your tangled trails you weave in my head.
Gimme a heads up. Lover you. xx
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