Its been the 2nd year of Masskara to turn the whole of Lacson Street
as a party haven for Bacolodnons nonetheless an early reunion for
some BSN4D's who were actually lounging in the upbeat delighted kiosk
just nestling around the corner.
I am privileged after my duty at Red-Cross to accompany my colleagues
and significant others in the streets of Bacolod, City of the World as
what the theme for this year denotes. Present were Dexie, Jecca, Riza,
Cris, Nyce, and other batchmates including Guia, Leen, and Isabel and
some friends which I dont bothered to write..Who cares?
The experience was pretty engaging since my aunt who happens to have
a store in the corner seventeen turned her place into a whisky
repugnant block making the store a disgust of smoky air.
As we meandered along the sidetrip of sixth lacson, we ran over Jerhart
who I thought at presently was in Iloilo but he never went back till
the Masskara is over, and then we also come upon Madonna, a good friend
that the last I see him was last May.
Many of us still is a part of a small Bacolod. But as we strangled on a
different beat, the encounter is very unlikely as someday we turn ourselves-in
in the changing society. Still I will write and that'll never change.
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