Disturbed

For a rerun of the old phrase: "It's always nice talking to an old friend." - and it always is, indeed. For quite sometime, never had this spontaneous catch-ups on each other's what-and-whereabouts went on for more than a multitude of SMS exchanges. Lovely has always been a dear friend. Likewise, a good partner in crime way back our good but perilous highschool days. Sadly, the years spent already went past and away. How I wish we could meet again.

Malapit nanaman ang bakasyon. In line with the thought, nandyan nanaman ang pinakahihintay na reunion sa puntod ng mga yumao.

And then, just because I can't sleep, I suddenly hate the world for it's deafening lullabies.

Pasok na sa banga ang grades ko sa majors, hopefully, but I feel otherwise for those nonsensical minors. I've always dreamt for those fortune-giving cookies which would enable me to retain my scholarship and hence, continue my government-milking ventures.

May isang period, dalawang comma, at dalawawpu't-pitong vowels ang sentence na ito.

Badtrip.. drained nanaman ang utak ko. Makatulog na nga.

Damages Done, Memories Good As Gone

It's me and those words, which sounded so obscene and defamatory, that you chose to put me in your bin of memories. Yeah, it's been hard losing you as a company. Frying our livers, burning our lungs, nature trips, et al - has gone good then, but now just feels like a paragraph in a story. I don't know if you opted to put things into oblivion, or maybe it's just some phase I dreamingly pine for having a happy ending. And when that time comes, if it seems it doesn't hurt badly anymore, would you still be able to recall that time when I was just an SMS away?