Hey. I feel like my life is just passing me by. Reality bites. The real world is real.
1. I’m stupid
2. Repeat number 1
3. Go back to number 2.
Napagmasdan ko ang mga bata kanina habang naglalaro sila. Narealize ko halaaaaa nakakamiss pala ano. Masarap pala balikan yung mga oras na ang iniisip mo lang eh maangkin ang remote ng TV kasi baka may mamiss kang episode ng favorite cartoon show mo o kaya naman may kaagaw ka ng remote at parang ikakamatay mo na kapag hindi napasayo yung remote.
Kung dati noong bata ako, natatawa ako kapag sinasabi ng matatanda sa akin na ganun din yung cartoons na pinapanood nila.
Ngayong pinagmamasdan ko ang mga bata manood ng SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS. Natawa nalang ako ulit. Kasi kung ano yung sinabi sa akin ng mga matatanda noon, ganun din ang nasasabi ko sa kanila ngayon.
Nakakatuwa lang talaga panoorin na minsan sa buhay mo naging bata at na.enjoy mo rin ang ganitong buhay, ang masakit nga lang doon eh iALAALA nalang ang lahat ng ito na ikukwento at ipapasa mo sa mga bata ng bagong henerasyon.
I miss venting out my thoughts to you. Things haven’t been so easy lately. I miss talking to you. I miss the times where I would be telling you how fun life was, how crazy my friends are, and how I would always enjoy a new day when I wake up. I know I’ve been off lately and I can’t remember the last time I’ve written my thoughts here. Here I am trapped in the real world. Using the word trapped would make it so negative to other young people out there who are reading my blog, so allow me to change the word from trapped to LIVING.
Right now, I’m currently out, exposed to the real world. Have I told you lately that I feel so down? The word down even makes me feel depressed because it’s an understatement. I’ve been subjected to so much stress and sometimes I would just think that it’s going to be better if I just jump off the RCBC tower or GT tower, but that is not how I want my life to end. I know I have so much ahead of me, but these things just drain my the hell out of me.
The month of May hasn’t been easy, starting with the death of my uncle. There I realized how people would always act when it’s too late. People would reconcile and realize how much pain they had inflicted towards each other realizing that it was just a simple misunderstanding. I know this is how people were built. People are built with emotions that’s why, when people is in fire, they say things they never meant to say leaving each other wounded and scarred. The cycle goes on and on. History would always repeat itself to everyone.
I have always witnessed this cycle on both sides of family.
The point that I’m driving at is that, why do we even have to wait for the death of a loved one before we say that we love them or we forgive them? Why do people have so much pride anyway?
Right now, I would always worry about tomorrow. I always plan ahead of time to prevent shitty things from happening in my life.
It’s midnight now and somewhere in a November
that still exists tonight, we’re kissing each other’s knuckles
for the first time.
I’ve swallowed hearts like apricots
and I’ve watched as the juice of being in love
dripped down my chin and spread like watercolors
across my skin.
— I’ve seen what shades I feel in
when I feel in shades of
I’ve lived through seven seas of heartbreak
but I wouldn’t take any of it back
because on each shoreline I found another reason
to let someone lead me into the waves
with my eyes closed.
Do you remember how raw the night seemed
when we cracked the moon over our teeth and let its
yolk run down our throat?
Salmonella or not,
I loved you then.
It’s April now,
and there are showers, like they promised.
Driving around in the rain today,
someone told me that May would be
But fuck it. I don’t want May flowers.
I only want
I never thought I would fall for you. You seem to have simple ways of making me happy. Just by hearing your laughter, it creates a different vibe in me. It seems like I can’t get enough of you.
I don’t know your preference when it comes to girls, but I want to be the one who will make you happy.
I don’t know if you trust the hell out of me but I think this is okay for now. I don’t know what kind of thing we share but with you I feel home.
Don’t drown me into your love.
Who was that man anyway?
I was about to go to church and here comes a man carrying his guitar sitting beside me. I asked him where he was headed, he told me he was going to his church and I said I’m about to go to my church too.
Then all of a sudden I found myself going to his church because he convinced me to try going.
And then there we were in a fairy tale movie-ish scene holding hands, being romantic, and crazily in love with each other. Awkwardly trying to get hold of the moments that are there. Taking advantage of the present moment..
It seems like what was important during that moment was me and him.
We were just happy and contented.
Then I woke up to a realization that everything was a dream.
I asked myself one question,
WHO WAS THAT MAN ANYWAY?