I just heard news from the home front in the Batchoy Republic, and rumors have it...
Surprisingly irritating, but amusing.
They say that you should never peek or listen from the keyhole unless you wanna hear about yourself...
But I wanna!
The news from the gossip tree ran the gamut of very creative stories...
From the speculations that I upped and went eloping (WISH!), to the ridiculous statements that I am running away from something/someone (Why would I do that?), to the equally amusing story that I am miserably lonely, hungry and cold, begging on the streets of the Metro ( So very Austen I should say) or the most unimaginative I am dead (Read Gaiman, people!)!
Well, I am sorry to ruin your fantasies people, but I am in fact, alive, well and very much breathing, sorry. You may just have to cut the champagne from flowing, and slowly fold up the party, guys. The Batchoy Boi is hale and healthy, thank you very much!
Thing is, to see is to believe they say, so see for yourselves; and the proof of the pudding is in the eating, too, they say, so here, eat your hearts out suckers!
In Full Color!
Does this look Miserable and cold to you?
The last time I checked, it looks rather Hot, I should say!
Well... The truth is out there....
Batchoy is Served!
Well, okay, fine... you can all have one little itty bitty sip of that champagne... Fine! It's true... I'm a bit lonely, but then again... Mwahahahaha!