Space Between

" One of these days maybe your magic wont affect me. And your kiss wont make me weak But no one in this world knows me the way you know me So you'll probably always have a spell on me...   And I hate that i love you soooo And I hate how much i love you boy I cant stand how much I need ya (cant stand how much I need you) And I hate how much I love you boy But I just cant let you go (but I just cant let you go no..) And I hate that I love you so"   ** We all have one same kind of story. We just say it differently.**

My 10 random Facts/ Habits 1. I’m liable to the soon-to-be extinction of dragonflies. - Yes. Blame half on me. I was one of the best “dragonfly-catchers” back in kinder. Name it, the big one, the red one, the greens and yellows and even the thinnest one. Neither of them got away from me. And the exciting thing back then was, I had the urge to cut their wings and throw them off to the air in the hope that they’d fly again. What was I thinking? 2. I often get allergies from caterpillars . - For that, whenever I get a sight of one, I fill this huge syringe we have at home with alcohol and stick it into their body. Nice. Or, if I’m up for more, I cover those brown caterpillars with candle “drops” (whatever you call it). And they go chill to death. Talk about being a sadist, huh? 3. Sorry for cat-lovers but I’m a cat-hater . - Forgive me. But they steal our food even if its in the oven. They even choose the biggest one. Darn! Consequently, I watch them while sleeping and blanch them w...

2nd batch of inuman

Whenever my system consumes alcohol, I automatically submit to the thoughts of you. You and everything of you. You and exactly how you hold your bottle of beer. You and how the cigarette gets a puff from you. You and how you make my knees go weaker. You and how you manage to get home asleep. You and just the thought of you. I’ve long conceded to the fact that I really do have the hots for you. But man, this is something real. And it gets aggravated everytime I get a bottle of it.   Are alcohol and you quite of the same specie? Nahh. Not even one in my drinking group dared to believe. But, I’d stand by my word. **Pasensha na. Beer-drunk when I wrote this…***

Walang pera + Walang date + Walang maka-date + Walang gimik + Tinatamad = BLOG  

Damn this LaSallite PBB boy. He looks like someone I used to (ows?) love/like/whatever you call it. Walang kokontra! He makes the jologs in me want to be more. He brings the stars together to light up my night. He refreshes my tired eyes. He... Now, Im getting cornier. Why was he born 10 years after 1982? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Oh, i just wrote a blog. hahaha!  

I guess loneliness is a mere state of mind. Like happiness, as I often say. It’s more often than not, self-inflicted. And I’d rather not inflict myself anymore.   This overrated emotion is rather infectious. In time, I know it’ll lead to something incurable. But time sells cure now. And I already bought one.   I now hate spending minutes staring on a still wall and land my imagination elsewhere. I find it rather futility to kill time wondering the what-ifs. I’d rather not think of happy thoughts both time and space witnessed on us.   I prefer omitting the I-hope-there-will-be-us, per se.   I now submit to this strength I for a fact know would kill me. And I know time would devour me if I still wouldn’t. Not only time, I guess.   This is not sadness, per se. It’s rather a realization of sadness which is inexistent anymore.   I don’t believe this but I believe those. I don’t believe myself but I believe my mind. I don’t believe this lie but I beli...

There's pain crawling in my head. Darn. I remember an old joke. " Ang tiyan sumasakit pag walang laman. Ganun din kaya ang ulo ko? Now, I'm corny. But right now, I guess that's next to possible. My heart is feeling something but my mind just can't ponder the reasons why it has been feeling this way. When asked, dumbfounded siya, kumbaga. And I guess, my sickness is here again- non-coordination of the heart and brain. *** Self-inflicted emptiness syndrome????***

" Then you ask the angels to make you a better you.. Dream all you want. Cause all the light you occupy.. They will try and take it all from you."   - hatred in a song. tsk tsk.  

inspite and despite.

They call it the “Quarter-life Crisis.”  It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realising that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn’t know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realising that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realise is that they are realising that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realising that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socialising with the ...

I’ve long been receiving the same walk of words you have uttered. But then, those last few words were the best. You got me there, chong. Now, you made me wonder. Bakit nga ba hindi?

Isang tawag mo lang, nanginginig pa ako. Funny but true. Apparently.

I passed by the UP Chapel last week just to wet my hanky. Hehe. Well, that’s one of my main things when I go there. As I was done, my eyes got trapped to this girl who does the same. Hmmm . Did we say the same prayer?

I’m gonna eat papers again. Im gonna hear bull craps again. And I’m gonna be a student again. Soon!

When you get older, you tend to realize that the things that you hated most would probably turn out to be the things you would need the most. Then, I came to this song that I couldn’t remember what on earth the title is but just to share with you it goes- “be careful what you wish for. Cause you might just get it all.”. And then I thought. Maybe I made the wrong wishes .

Ok. Let me again concede to this weakness I possess. I really have the hots for you, man. But sometimes my mind feeds me things that I should have long known. And now, I am opting to give it a big gulp. However, I also hope I am not bluffing myself this time. Haay.