used up by years of fightin';
worn out of toiling unconditionally..
..in anonymity..

take the driver's seat this time, baby..
i want to enjoy the view
let me savor the wind breeze through my face..
let me love you in full spree..

hold my hand as we take the ride...
whisper you love me in your every touch
i'll smile in your sweet glance..
my glow will speak, 'i heart you back'..

all i want is that space beside you..
that once-in-a-lifetime chance to sense you..
that amazing experience to feel you that close..
that - i want.. all of that

1313.1121
tere

Ox-Brain. Bembol, Monster chase, 4th level. TSI. As is, where is. Art show - Sarao. BarHop. Kryptonite. Sarah's. MasterChef. Ngiting-wagi. Intramuros - Day. Streetkids. Superfun. Tea. Weird music. Level up stories. Conspiracies. Isaw. Police. Buhawi. Headbang. Extra rice. Booze. Soundtrip. Plate.

Thanks for lettin' me be me...
Thanks for hldin' my hand..
& I am free
 and so, you are perfect.

1435.1508.

Mea Culpa.'Your love is my drug'. Asshole.Sick to my stomach.

Runnin in my nerves such majestic wickedness..

Super weak - pathetic. This moment is spiraling downwards. & I definitely am not going with it; not down with you.


080111.

I want to meet a Hamlet-talker -
one riddled with tragedies, wisdom & bravado..
word cerements brayin out on beshew..
'bettle o'er.. aery.. jointress'
(I am trying very hard,,haha!)
Oh! that would be fun!
& I daydream again.. :(

073111.1308.
gwen

amid expectations set,
amid word snippets of clarity affirmation..
there still is torture..
there still is hurt..

deciphering innuendos..
downpour of all great kindness

extravagant gestures..
tricky questions..

apologies for cold-heartedness..
i just want to live my life.
the life that evolves with him & her..

1229.073111.

just heard your favorite song playin... 'im tryin to find a word to describe this girl without being disrespectful..' at least that's what you said.. i wonder whatchadoin... i wonder whatchathinking.. you may be in laos. or bangkok.or cali. and im not surprised. then i think about us. & i think, its just the eay it is.. thats just who we are - we are born to wander and fleet and spread love do i really want you here by my side? absofuckinglutely. do i need you by my side? perhaps not so i adore the likes of you & me wander. i find beauty, flaws thus perfection no matter what i do no matter where your wings take you bring with you my kisses & love & the understanding that there, in the specks in the grandeur of the cosmos - something speaks. & somthing beats. 1836.020511 gwen

(thanks wilson for that one inspiring word) Once upon a time, there was a stupid mangga who fell in love with a budding mangga. She pursued her from the start, he was a poser. She got a little too obsessed (ultimately due to a boring life & ignorance), he was meandering all along (he stinks).. they got separated. out the all-desperate mangga pushed her lowest low measures, luck, good timing. or perhaps, fate. compatibility or whatever it is, i find justice. whatever it is, its confusing. (perhaps, they are too dumb to have not realized it yet. as they say, ignorance is bliss. or i might say, thinking might be not of their nature) well, he in return, hook back up with her. for teh obvious reason that her so called 'love' is soo forgiving (not love. & condoning. read: desperate, as ive said.) as i see, after some rituals of starting a family & after conforming to the scoiety's a-ok standards, he begins to go sneak here & there, still pathetic. replay a little bit: after separation, opportunist mangga, as he is a user, grabbed the opportunity to have a decent job (despite failure in interview & hr exam). it was possible, thanks to the help of someone whoms he used to stalk. that someone is everything but never someone who's condoning & definitely not stupid. when he got the job & everything looked fine, the opportunist mangga was in full swing, dreaming that he's going to be the finest snake in the land. delicadeza check: zero. conscience: zero. guilt: zero. (dang). gratitude: zero. self-absorption level: analogous to a full-tank plane. much to his greed & no regard to civilization, he decided to keep his job. he never confessed to the crimes he did in the past. there was no effort of mending. worst, he even incited friends on to the company & his wife - stupid mangga. disclaimer: this an open ended story.. err, a bomb waiting to explode. pardon the writer's narrative. its hers anyway. you know , like blogging rights. :) lesson learned: 1. a snake, even dressed in gold & bathed with milk, will remain to be a snake. 2. im sick to my stomach to say this but really, there are just people whose face are thicker than the great wall of china. no delicadeza, nothing but parasite. now's the time for some clarity for you, newly coined words for me!: mangga (n.) - mango. shape. voila - mango-shaped! - short for opportunist. manggagamit. in tagalog. there you have it. 1900. 050711

worshippin you.. celebratin' my unspoken love.. electrified.overwhelmed.consumed. 1845.

bumpin into your thoughts is a lullabye.. a dream.. a mirage. cant breathe... like a bottomless pit drawn strongly out of me.. dont wanna speak about it either. or else, it will just give me all away...