Entries for August, 2007

August 2, 2007

Lucky!

Lucky day! Umaga pa lang, hindi nako nakapasok! Dahil napakasarap ng tulog ko at tulo laway ko sa panaginip ko! Hahahaha!

Kumain ako ng tanghalian, walang ulam. Nagbukas ako ng Century Tuna at inubos ang laman. Nang biglang may nag text..

Siya: Pwede wag ka na mag text? Nakakairita ka eh!

Ako: Eh? Talaga? Si ***** ka ba?

Siya: Oo bakit? Text ka ng text puro kalokohan lang naman.

Ako: Ay talaga? Ayos nga yon eh. Ay! Ikaw yung bf nya noh. Or bf nga ba? Yung insecure.

Siya: Bf ko insecure? Eh lahat ng text mo puro kalibugan.

Ako: Nye. Genuun talaga buhay. Life is green. :D

Siya: Tsaka bat ka ba nagtetext?

Ako: Paki mo? Masama?

Siya: oo

Ako: Mas masama yung gumagamit ng cel ng iba. Pribado yan eh.

 

At hindi na siya nag text.. Uminit ang dugo ko kaya nagpaload ako para tawagan siya. Nakow! Hindi sumasagot! At biglang namatay ang cel! Hahahaha!

Hoy, sana nagbabasa ka ng tabulas, baboy ramo! Wag ka papampam. Masyado insecure por que mas kyut ako :D. Dont worry friends lang kami ni niña. True blue friends since high school. So anong mali kung padalhan ko siya ng kowts? Tsk tsk tsk. Yaan mo pagpunta ko manila, baka barasuhin kita.

Thanks nga pala sa Up4Grabs, Biey-chan and Kairee-san for my new template! Hark hark

{ show } Prince of Tennis Championship!
{ mood } pissed


Written by buchi at 05:32 AM.

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August 5, 2007

Chicks chicks

Bakit nga ba madedepress nang dahil sa babae lang? Hahaha. Tama tama tama! San ko nga ba nabasa yon? Na ang ratio ng lalaki at babae ay 1:3. Tama ba? So, ibig sabihin, mas madami ang chickas ko dapat. Hahaha. :D

Nag-inuman kahapon(as usual). Dahil birthday ni Carlo. Ayos. Andaming pampataba. Bochog na naman tuloy tiyan ko.

May nakilala ako last Saturday sa Hardin ng Postema. LOL. Siguro pwede siyang bagong fubu. Haha. Humiran siya ng charger sakin noon. Dun lang kami nagkakilala. Ahaha. Pero mukhang yummy. LOL.

{ music } Pano Sasabihin by Join the club
{ book } Thunder Point by Clark Higgins
{ mood } thirsty


Written by buchi at 11:20 AM.

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August 8, 2007

Songs Are Meant to be Sung

Tama ba Title? LOL. Comment naman kayo sa short story na nagawa ko. Badtrip, project sa Litt1 eh. Napwersa tuloy utak ko sa pagsusulat. Hahaha. Salamats sa magcocomments! Tulungan nyoko pagandahin pa to. ^^

 

Songs Are Meant to be Sung

by Leonard Jesus Petrasanta

          Small talks and the smell of coffee fill the air as I enter the café. The usual faces of the crew greeted me as I entered, and I gave them recognition by nodding my head and giving a smile.

          “This way sir, for two I guess?” the friendly waiter asked.

          “Yes, we’ll be meeting here… again,”

          They knew who I am talking about coz we love having coffee breaks in that particular place.

           “The same?” he inquired

           “Yes, and a carrot cake.”

           I seldom order cakes because it contains too much sugar that I believe lessens my life two days in each bite but she just laughs whenever we argue about that. A smile crossed my face. Just thinking about the little things that she does makes me happy and I wonder if I’m demented or crazy. Maybe crazy in love, yes, but then we still have a lot of things to do, dreams to make and achieve. And I promised that to her when we lie next to each other watching the starry sky.

           The waiter returned and placed my coffee and cake on the table, a malicious smile pasted on his lips. A few moments have passed after I finally realized why. As I turn my head towards the door I saw a glimpse of that black hair, smooth and deep as the night, and I instantly recognized the change of heartbeat that followed. I waved, and she looked at my direction and smiled. I stood up and pulled the chair beside me, she sat, and I looked at her directly in the eyes.
         
         “What?” she looked at me questioningly.
         
         “It may sound cheesy, but you know what? I love you so much baby…”
         
          She held my hand and I pressed hers caressingly. We sat there for a few seconds without moving and it seemed like an eternity before we were back to reality.

          “I thought you don’t like cakes?” noticing my order.

          “Well, it’s a special day and I intend to get fat this night,” I teased her.

          “Haha! Wait, special? Don’t tell me you got promoted?” and she chuckled.

          “Nah! That’ll be impossible. You just wait ok?”

          And I silently pat my bulging pocket where lies a red box with a ring inside. It was already three years of endless happiness and I intent to make it forever with the two of us tied.

           We cuddled for some moments and talked about how the day had passed. I felt tired from work but after she arrived I got restless discussing things with her.

          “Baby, I need to go to the washroom’” I told her.

          “Make it fast, I’m telling you something”

          “Sure, it’ll just be a minute”

          I walked quietly towards the washroom and got there with pure excitement. Reaching my pocket I almost tore my lips with my smile. This is what I’m waiting for the very moment when I would propose to her. I placed the box in my pocket and washed my hand while whistling. Pathetic. My heart beats faster with each note and it proves how nervous I am. It took seconds after I dried my hands and headed back to our table.


          A child was crying in the near cubicle and it caught my attention while unconsciously walking towards the table.


          “Hey..” I said and froze.


          I was surprised not to see her on the chair where she was moments ago.


          “She must be in the comfort room,” talking to myself.


         
         *If a picture paints a thousand words then why cant I paint you…
         The words will never show the you I’d come to know…*

        It was our song they’re playing and I hummed playfully as it goes. This would be perfect for what I prepared.


        * If a man could be two places at one time I’d be with you…
        Tomorrow and today beside you all the way….

        I couldn't explain for the room was cool but I perspired like I was on a dessert with the sun blazing above me. I checked my watch and found out she’s gone minutes already. I nervously stood up to look for her and I accidentally hit the coffee mug, spilled its contents and sent it to the ground with a crash. The coffee touched my fingers and it felt cold as an ice, I noticed a note stained with the brownish mixture I was drinking, placed under the mug I broke. My breathing became heavy as I reach for it. The paper contains just a single line but it struck on me like a chaos of gunfire. It read: SORRY. I’m pregnant and it’s Jeff’s.

       My dreams instantly vanished and I reread the note a couple of times to absorb the content, but my eyes fogged with tears I couldn’t control that made me stop. And at that very moment, I knew, things would really be different.

        I sat down. A lightning cracked and the sky cried for me, making the glass window misty with the raindrops that made me feel colder. Outside, a woman was running towards a shed, and I looked at her lazily as she slipped.
 

       * And when the world was through
       then one by one the stars would go out
        Then you and I would simply fly away….*

{ music } Samson - Regina Spektor
{ show } Darker Thank Black 13


Written by buchi at 03:08 AM.

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August 13, 2007

hais

I Need CHOCOLATES

 

Hays. Tagal ko nang di nadedepress ah. T_T :C

 

 DREAMING WITH A BROKEN HEART

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part

You roll out of bed and down on your knees
and for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here
Is she standing in my room?

No, she's not
cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part

She takes you in with her crying eyes
then all at once you have to say goodbye
wondering could you stay my love
[Dreaming With a Broken Heart lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

will you wake up by my side?

No, she can't
cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my, roses in my hands?
Would you get them if I did?

No, you won't
Cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
the waking up is the hardest part.

{ music } Dreaming With a Broken Heart
{ mood } depressed


Written by buchi at 02:27 PM.

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