Enough! (Para!)
Older brother, by the side. (Kuya, sa tabi lang.)
You already. (Ikaw na.)
trying hard -- and everything else that I am but would never admit. Everything here is random and straight, no chaser. There's only one rule: No thinking twice. My existence skinned, x-rayed and CT scanned.
30.4.11
for that bittersweet forbidden breathtaking creature
funny how you make me nervous about this
and sometimes about other things
like will he laugh or is this too much or will he like it
crazy how i think about how you smell like a place i've always dreamt of going to
but wouldn't know because i haven't yet
and yet you feel like something i have been in the past
like that tireswing two blocks away
i wish my eyes had a camera
so i wouldn't have to always give you a second look
or a third
and read you like a favorite chapter of the book
again and again
and see the layers, and discover new things
everytime i do
figuring out the surface
and getting amazed by the depth
and i'll take you places
literally and not so
and tell you things
i wouldn't dare let you know
know your favorite song, learn it and sing it
know your favorite film, watch it, memorize it, re-enact it
know you and your desires
may it be wordly may it be romantic
may it be idealist
like spend a day inside your brain
see what you follow what you crave
which revels you
know your favorite song, learn it and sing it
know your favorite film, watch it, memorize it, re-enact it
know you and your desires
may it be wordly may it be romantic
may it be idealist
like spend a day inside your brain
see what you follow what you crave
which revels you
and i don't know if i should say this
at this time
and by this
but heck, i'm the one writing
for your information
you. drive me wild. man.
25.4.11
Awake Still
I hate you aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall! Angst kung angst but fact remains, I hate you aaaaaaaaaaaaaall!
erase and rewind
i thought i was ready for the reconciliation until i realized that you haven't changed one bit
23.4.11
Comfortable Silence
Sitting/lying down/lying on the stomach with two girlfriends. No talking but company's all I need.
22.4.11
HOT
I'm supposed to attend a meeting 45 minutes from now but, hell, read: Hangover. I'm not sure about this gig thing. Because: no pay. Never dreamt of becoming a starving artist, if you must know.
The weather's too hot I'm hallucinating.
The weather's too hot I'm hallucinating.
21.4.11
20.4.11
Sunday on a Wednesday
Today's going to be a wonderful day. Still nervous about the play rehearsal but whatevs! So muuuuch to look forward to. Ah. :)
19.4.11
Where Is My Mind?
Today I had to rush home and then rush back to QC. I'm doing wardrobe (again), this time it's for a play. It feels weird and different and new. But new is good, right?
I am forcing myself to get back on track. To choose "life" (in the most normative sense of the word), once and for all. Or maybe just for now, you know, and then get back to making La Vie Bohemme the soundtrack of mi life.
I do miss some things. Some friends. Which/who are no longer available. My options were few. Now they're down to almost none.
I am forcing myself to get back on track. To choose "life" (in the most normative sense of the word), once and for all. Or maybe just for now, you know, and then get back to making La Vie Bohemme the soundtrack of mi life.
I do miss some things. Some friends. Which/who are no longer available. My options were few. Now they're down to almost none.
What's The Story, Morning Glory?
I am trying to be composed and civil with all these. We're friends. Friends, friends, friends. Nothing more. :|
I have to head to my rents' house RIGHT NOW 'cause my father (ugh) needs files from this friggin' laptop.
I seriously want to barf. Good morning!
I have to head to my rents' house RIGHT NOW 'cause my father (ugh) needs files from this friggin' laptop.
I seriously want to barf. Good morning!
Nail-biting
I am angsty, I am feisty
I cuss, I shout
I am mean, I am stubborn
I am all of these and more
I nail-bite when I'm thinking
when I'm confused
when I'm nervous
When I'm in a car
I always sit indian-style, I
look out the window
and sing out loud
When at a party
I am timid, I am shy
I am the wallflower
I say "Hi."
Uhm, awkward
Unless
I am high
as fuck
take note: as fuck
I am random, spontaneous
Difficult, complicated
But I
hate surprises
And I think, I think too much.
I cuss, I shout
I am mean, I am stubborn
I am all of these and more
I nail-bite when I'm thinking
when I'm confused
when I'm nervous
When I'm in a car
I always sit indian-style, I
look out the window
and sing out loud
When at a party
I am timid, I am shy
I am the wallflower
I say "Hi."
Uhm, awkward
Unless
I am high
as fuck
take note: as fuck
I am random, spontaneous
Difficult, complicated
But I
hate surprises
And I think, I think too much.
Attempt 2
He offered to buy me a drink for a favor I did. I said, no, it's nothing, charge it to friendship. He laughed and said thanks a bunch. He told me he misses his girlfriend. I said, distance can be good sometimes, it heightens the craving. He laughs and says nothing.
And I, am pathetic.
So, what happened really?
I was vulnerable--heart-broken, crushed, in a i-wish-the-world-would-end-right-now sort of mindset--you know the works. And suddenly, poof, he started giving attention. His charming scorching hot self tempting me with his charming, scorching hot self. We chat and we text all day and all night, never running out of things to talk about. Sexy things, even.
So. One weekend. It happened. It was new, awkward, bittersweet and I guess, quite awesome.
And the days that follow were a mess. Suddenly I'm back to being the nobody. The friend. No. The good friend. Hence, the angst (i.e. this).
So. I have decided. I'm staying away from you.
18.4.11
Attempt.
Get drunk. Get sober. Get high. Go crash. When all you really want is stay in your room and do things (like this.)
High like/as the moon
I need to get out of this poverty. How is the question.
It's always heartbreaking when the friends you badly need/want to see and talk to are not there/available (for you). Like no matter what your FB friend count tells you, reality is, your options are few.
16.4.11
YOU.
THIS is the last I'm writing about you and--deities help me--the last moment I'll waste thinking about you. It was one weekend. One bittersweet forbidden breathtaking weekend. And, know what, I don't regret it one bit. But why, you wonder, do I suffer? Simple. I WANT YOU.
Now, ENOUGH. Done. Over. From here on out, you are Eternal Sunshined.
15.4.11
Rekindle
Just what was that? You've been cold and distant for days and without warning you show up with that boyish charm. That's just unfair.
14.4.11
13.4.11
Tonight
I've got a lot of stories with me. Ones I would keep and never tell. Ones I wish I could forget. Ones I know I'll never get over with.
8.4.11
Facebook Official
There will come a time when we will be telling our grandchildren how our lives were ruined when our boyfriend/girlfriend Facebook Official-ed the break-up.
3.4.11
I Need A Ge-ge-getaway
1. C and I are over
2. I am in lust with someone else. Nothing to do with the break-up though, this realization came afterwards. A rebound? Not impossible.
3. Shoot is over. I've been in hibernation for the last 2 nights and will do the same tonight.
4. No money. Art does not pay well.
5. I need a serious drink.
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