KILLING TIME

I have nothing remotely interesting to say... Perhaps, Im just trying to improve my typing skills. hahaha. Hirap mag-isip...masarap magtype. hahaha. Praning!

until your sober...

and so he dropped by in my house in a very ungodly hour---2a.m.

He was drunk, kicked by the powerful spirit of red horse. I know, he's problematic. He kept on whispering, ikaw lang...ikaw lang...ikaw lang nagmamahal sa akin. P___ I___ mga magulang ko.

I was shocked, I can't react...and I can't speak... I can't find the words to say that could at least lessen his burden, so, i just patiently listen to him...

I can see the loneliness in his eyes while he was talking and I pity him for feeling that way. And I also pity myself because all I can do in that situation is to listen and embrace him...EMBRACE HIM TIGHTLY.

TIME OUT

TIME OUT!

Time out muna...hinga muna ako.
Napapagod na ako...mahirap maging malakas.
Ang hirap ding maging masaya.

Time out muna...Cge na!

CROSSROAD

Should I turn left or right? Straight ahead or take the u-turn slot?
I'm in the middle of a crossroad
I can't choose...I can't decide...I am confused.
What's holding this feeling? Who triggered this?
I don't know... I can't decipher the mere reason of this emotion.

And this sucks...BIG TIME!

GLOOMY

THE WEATHER IS GLOOMY...

COLD...

AND MOURNING WITH ME.

(Hopefully, the tsinelas and feeding program later can uplift my spirit)

MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY...

SWEET WORDS FROM YOUR LIPS...
GENTLE TOUCH OF YOUR HANDS...
COMFORTING HUGS AND KISSES...
YES, YOU MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH THESE.

MOMENTS WITH YOU IN SILENCE...
INSENSITIVE COMMENTARIES...
CHILDISH WHINES AND ACTIONS...
THESE DOESN'T MATTER FOR ME, INDEED!

WE COMPROMISE...WE PROMISE
BUT STILL I'M WOUNDED.

(MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY...I WILL WHISPER THIS IN THE AIR, AND HOPEFULLY THE UNIVERSE WILL CONSPIRE TO BRING THIS TO YOU.)

INSENSITIVE

How do you cool your lips
After a summers kiss
How do you rid the sweat
After the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
From the romantic glare
How do you block the sound of a voice
Youd know anywhere

Oh I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual good-byes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive

How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush
How do you free your soul
After youve found a friend
How do you teach your heart its a crime
To fall in love again

Oh you probably wont remember me
Its probably ancient history
Im one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
Im out of vogue, Im out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive