this is total waste. i just have to spit a couple of rubbish out, so i can breathe again... oh, well..
iniisip ko:
when i was young, i developed this feeling of disgust towards people who did nothing but complain about their ill-fated relationships, heartaches, and their inability to cope with the most recent humanitarian catastrophes they encountered. little did i know that as i started growing up, i could hardly escape being in that stage. it's normal, isn't it?
although there are no relationships to cry buckets of tears for, i subscribed into foisting vicarious experiences, which define my mood for a certain day, and worsen my emotions as they drag me into long weeks of agony. i am good at fermenting self-inficted pain.
just last tuesday, as i walked alone on the empty road of Batasan, with the "Pushing Daisies" song running circles in my head, i discovered this very much unwanted weakness: that i am bad at leaving my excess baggage behind-- that i'm having a hard time moving on.
the same applies in every aspect of my life, be it lost things, conflicts, failure, friends... name it.
and oh, i almost forgot (i told you this is crap), "Bright, Sun-shiny Day" is not exclusively for "Pushing-Daisies." it actually isn't even included in the soundtrack. it was just selected by 2nd Avenue to present my most recently loved series and Hugh Laurie's House. i'm also not sure if the title i believed to be right is right. limewire is just so misleading!
paano kaya:
por favor, MRT patrons, give yourselves and your fellow passengers some respect. taking a bath and brushing your teeth won't horribly jack-up your water consumption rates.
i'm sure to have weak lungs for painfully holding my breath for so long. honestly, i'd rather sniff black smoke from the overly-polluted EDSA, or the stinky vapor from a cow's butt.
kapag dumating:
overall, grades are just a record of how inspired and motivated you were during your school years.
ang oras:
changes come as soon as people become so familiar with a certain situation. why does it always have to be that way?
na tuluyang:
sa sobrang init ng mga nagdaang araw,
tila hindi na sanay ang mga tao sa ulan
nagkabuhol-buhol ang trapik
nagkagulo ang mga tao
may banggaan
(pwede ring basahin simula sa huli. pinilit ko lang. walang kokontra. :p)
--para sa nangyaring banggaan sa may Araneta, Cubao, lunes ng hatinggabi noong nakaraang linggo.
mawalan ako:
i keep on listening to that song-- the one which i believed to be a part of "Pushing Daisies"-- which is in total opposition to what's happening with me.
ng gana:
kadalasan, akala mo gutom ka, pero hindi pala. natatakam ka lang sa kinakain ng katabi o nakasalubong mo.
sa pagsusulat:
how i write poems, i don't even know
blood fills my hands in a rush
to craft words unspoken, soft and new
nightmares that cripple the soul
my arms no longer recognize
the flames dying in my veins, i resist
must there be no minute without agony?
perhaps forever will this persist
my passion for writing has frozen
too delicate for a day's journey
yet it keeps the treasures of earth untouched
and enkindle, should finally i arise against the snares of time
iniisip ko:
when i was young, i developed this feeling of disgust towards people who did nothing but complain about their ill-fated relationships, heartaches, and their inability to cope with the most recent humanitarian catastrophes they encountered. little did i know that as i started growing up, i could hardly escape being in that stage. it's normal, isn't it?
although there are no relationships to cry buckets of tears for, i subscribed into foisting vicarious experiences, which define my mood for a certain day, and worsen my emotions as they drag me into long weeks of agony. i am good at fermenting self-inficted pain.
just last tuesday, as i walked alone on the empty road of Batasan, with the "Pushing Daisies" song running circles in my head, i discovered this very much unwanted weakness: that i am bad at leaving my excess baggage behind-- that i'm having a hard time moving on.
the same applies in every aspect of my life, be it lost things, conflicts, failure, friends... name it.
and oh, i almost forgot (i told you this is crap), "Bright, Sun-shiny Day" is not exclusively for "Pushing-Daisies." it actually isn't even included in the soundtrack. it was just selected by 2nd Avenue to present my most recently loved series and Hugh Laurie's House. i'm also not sure if the title i believed to be right is right. limewire is just so misleading!
paano kaya:
por favor, MRT patrons, give yourselves and your fellow passengers some respect. taking a bath and brushing your teeth won't horribly jack-up your water consumption rates.
i'm sure to have weak lungs for painfully holding my breath for so long. honestly, i'd rather sniff black smoke from the overly-polluted EDSA, or the stinky vapor from a cow's butt.
kapag dumating:
overall, grades are just a record of how inspired and motivated you were during your school years.
ang oras:
changes come as soon as people become so familiar with a certain situation. why does it always have to be that way?
na tuluyang:
sa sobrang init ng mga nagdaang araw,
tila hindi na sanay ang mga tao sa ulan
nagkabuhol-buhol ang trapik
nagkagulo ang mga tao
may banggaan
(pwede ring basahin simula sa huli. pinilit ko lang. walang kokontra. :p)
--para sa nangyaring banggaan sa may Araneta, Cubao, lunes ng hatinggabi noong nakaraang linggo.
mawalan ako:
i keep on listening to that song-- the one which i believed to be a part of "Pushing Daisies"-- which is in total opposition to what's happening with me.
ng gana:
kadalasan, akala mo gutom ka, pero hindi pala. natatakam ka lang sa kinakain ng katabi o nakasalubong mo.
sa pagsusulat:
how i write poems, i don't even know
blood fills my hands in a rush
to craft words unspoken, soft and new
nightmares that cripple the soul
my arms no longer recognize
the flames dying in my veins, i resist
must there be no minute without agony?
perhaps forever will this persist
my passion for writing has frozen
too delicate for a day's journey
yet it keeps the treasures of earth untouched
and enkindle, should finally i arise against the snares of time
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