naked.

i sang a song. its not a happy song nor a sad song. i just wanted to ruin our neighbors day. i sang it with all of my voice. i did my best which is at the same time my worst, no comment please. i tried to pick a nice hapihapi song to compensate for my sori voice, i told myself  ‘at least….’ blablabla i gulped and i nearly choked coz i swallowed alot of saliva. the mike laughed at me and i kissed it. there i was croaking, like a horny frog in a big pond asking for a girls attention. i croaked and croaked and croaked til the pond swallowed me. i did my best, that was it. i lost the mike to my mom and she reminded me of how awful our gene is when it comes to singing. she just killed a vulture and i laughed, at her at myself. a happy day.

and i wish u were here. ahmishu.

namumutlang mga mata,nakatitig sa buhangin,nagtatanong kung ano ba talaga ang silbe ng buhay. Mga tanong na tila walang sagot, kapalarang walang patutunguhan, mga iniisip ng taong walang magawa. eto na naman ako, nakatirik sa bato at nag-iisip kung bakit malungkot ang mundo. Mga kamay na nagagalit sa kalasawaan ng buhay, parang dumudugo, at ang dagat na tila sumasabay sa aking kalungkutan,maputla at naghahanap ng makakapitan…di naman ako galit sa mundo pero nanghihinayang lang dahil sa lahat ng mga nangyari na hindi ko inkala na mangyayari sa akin. kalungkutan na mawawala kung nandito ka. kalungkutan na mabubura kung hawak mo ang aking mga kamay.

yeah. sumtimes its ok not to be ok hehehehe

people say that im innocent and crap like that; am not! i just want to do the right things coz i dun want to hurt people, simple as that. sometimes i overdo it and coz of that people that i care bout gets hurt.  im a fucking pleaser and its not good. balance!-thats what im focusing ryt now-not to be too much of a pleaser =)

heres a few things reality taught me:

on love.

~sumtimes we get cruel coz of love and we dont notice it. why? coz we think were doing ‘good’ for our beloved. lemme elaborate.

we use other people to get the attention of our ‘beloved’, not knowing that the one being used might bleed hehe

we make excuses when we think our love ones will ‘bleed’ if we say the right things. (sensya. i love to use the word bleed haha)

we forget bout our friends and stick up with them when our beloved wud leave us. stick up means drink beer,puke and ol that shyeet hehehe get wasteeed.

we seek sympathy.

ow and im tired. to be continued tomorrow haha ill edit this crap when im bored ehehe goodluck to us ol and god bless.

best days of my life; times spent with the people that i love.

backpacks. canned goods. camera-clicklcick. tents.

grab them up and feel the warmth of life;

songs that plays on my head as we drive our way through life;

the wind that blows on my face as we travel the steep road to the ‘get aways’;

hotels. motels. tents.

the places where we felt real, alone with the world. you me and we.

the naked sky with the moon and stars; the shadows of our misfortunes we left behind- let the bonfire burn them up.form a circle,play the guitar, grab a can and shed some tears. share them pains and let us lean on the people that we trust the most and let friendship heal the scars. its ok. you have me, i have you. enjoi the summer breeze for this only comes once in a year.

these are the memories thatll hold me and sing me to sleep. life is such a blessing with you guys-friends. family. beloved. wohoooooooooooooo.