Nahihirapan ka ba pag nabitin ka ng amoy ng yakisobang nakababad sa mainit na tubig?
Sarap higupin sana habang mainit init pa.
Lalagyan mo lang ng hot water then solved ka na.
Konting ihip lang, nako ho. Swabeng dadaloy sa labing gutom na gutom.
Hmmmmm. Ang sarap ng noodles, instant man pero matagal ding inasam.
=p
Gutooooooooooooooooom.
No need for a backgorund or interpretation of this literary work. The poem speaks for itself.
I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that
I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness
But why doesn't someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness's grasp?
because no one knows I stand at the boundary
the boundary between light and dark
so I give in to the thing that holds me
All of the strength and all of the courage
that I once held in my heart
can't save me from the water
So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness
undetected by the occupants of that world
I don't want to fight anymore
I've given into darkness.....................
Don't hit the clingy road when you're half asleep.
Worse, don't DRIVE your dad's car if you can't rightfully handle the wheels.
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I woke up late, took a shower, wore my ironed clothes and put on my shabby shoes.
Dad was there greeting 'Goodmorning child' as I ran and got the keys on top of I-can't-remember where.
He just smiled, I did not. I was just again ranting because I did not wake up early.
Papers were killing me. Yes. YOU were torturing me that night.
And so I had to stay up late til my eyes weaken and start blurring out.
Hate hate hate it.
As expected, drivers perform the "too fast too furious style," not minding any pedestrian and PUJS if they need to reach a targetplace on time. Overtake there, Frequent fast touch on the breaks, No signals, No driving below 20. Third gear - slowest, Swerving - switching of lanes, Traffic signs, nah don't matter.
Oh yea. But sometimes, though you had it in you (strength/power/acceleration/speed)... You can't escape accidents.
Due to your sleepy head and "not yourself" state,
You might end up hitting the breaks too late. And bump a white painted but rusty cab. Good thing, if the driver decides to run away.
So. Better have stayed and imprisoned yourself at home than engage in such stupid situations. Right? Dadadada.
Today wasn't a good day.
How about tomorrow?
Haaay. Pagod na pagod na ko. Tired of all these repetitions. Paulit ulit, nakakahilo na. Parang nakasakay sa elesing walang preno. Di mo alam kung kelan hihinto. Wala ba talagang stop light na pwedeng lumitaw? Isang kulay pula lang na ilaw, siguro naman titigil na to. Di ba. Mag-iisang taon nang ikot lang ng ikot e. Tama na.
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"Boo to the days I do repetitive things.
Hell goodbye to the words I always utter.
Suck the face of this life with so much drama."
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Ohh saying these phrases is like setting the borders, ending the game, and having a tight stomach.
But all you can do is say them, without much regard of how you really feel at the moment.
And at the end of the day, you'll just say: "hey i fixed myself already, i'm fixed, i can't be destroyed that easy anymore. I am same as a machine which has had stability, clean program with an upright direction. I'm stronger than ever. And those things I said will be kept, will keep me alive."
Oh sigh. Are you sure?
Hard to push yourself to be tired of something. You can't possibly turn yourself instantly to an idea of "hey, I'm tired of this. And I'm quitting." Bec this is not a platoon, a course, an organization, a job that you can easily get rid of.. This is "life." You may say it's over.....
No, life won't quit you even if you already did.
Bear with it.
Gone, Here. Here, Gone.
You're here tonight, sharing my comfy blanket.
We cuddle, we hug, we laugh, we tell stories.
We look at the stars, look at the buildings, take some pics,
Just because we're not yet sleepy..
Soon enough, your eyes struggle, closing
You fell asleep, and hey we are at the rooftop.
Next morning, ooh you're gone.
A bird might have stolen you when I fell asleep.
And now I'm alone again,
The cold wind touching my blank face.
The rusty rooftop frictioning with my bare feet.
Without much control of the situation,
Yea. I tripped.
After the sudden fall,
I then realize,
You were never beside me.
It was all just a dream.
A dream that is too good to be happening.
Blah blah.
I feel like exploding any minute now.
Comfort zone: Starbucks with Poleco readings. Hello tien.
Ooooh damnness, where did my luck fly? Come back.
Bad vibes, wrong timing, idle position, messed up works, day dreaming face, scrambled self. Thats what completely describe me right now.
Ohooo. take me to an empire where pain and heartaches are minutely absent.
Coz you know, hell's drowning me to deathness.
Darkness pulling me under...... Who can save me?
---------Sabay sabay pa. Yes, can I breathe guys?
