I miss the sea. I miss everything in me.

I miss the  sea, I miss everything in me.

Life  is a bitch. There are a lot of bitches in the sea.

She's not the only one. Then why can't you be a bitch too.

Bitchin is mainstream. I want to be the good guy.

You want to be hurt?

Why you asked?

Bad things happen to guys like you, there aren't any goodness left in the world.

May be i  have set my hopes to high.

Yes, absolutely.

Do you love her? 

Yes I do.

Were you the only one? 

I Don't know.

There goes the problem.

Maybe i'll keep on loving?

Even though you're hurt?

EVEN WHEN I'M HURT.

Are you threatened of her past?

Why you asked?

Because I'm thinking, you judged her first.

Yes i did! But i accepted her all. The imperfections you say. I'm secured with them. 

But there's more to her than what meets me.

And I am not sure if she will stay. Stay! Stay!

IT'S NOT THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS ANYMORE.

I miss the sea, and everything in me.
Before you came, I can calm everything i see.
I breathe quiet hopefully when you had me.

Broken Strings

My partner in silly WTF!!! crackings and accent impulses! This woman gifted with spontaneity is Mayee. My Summer. 

Specs.Spirit.Scent.Supplies

One of the days before CHN duty went on full course. Never have i thought that i'd be so stressed this first week in the area plus the upcoming seminar on Saturday (Nov 17).  With only 6 days of preparation, the probability of pulling everything off was NO way KNOWN. 

MIRROR. We were at E.O. waiting for the optometrist to call my name. My grade's 50 for both eyes by the way, with astigmatism. I'm very happy my two house mates from the College of Medicine accompanied me a midst the current exams to study for. I love them. Always.

BOOKSALE. I had Miss Rolin the librarian (clerk) at booksale took this photo for me. I was sitting there in the newly arrived boxes looking at the books with scrutiny. (scripted)

My last two bottles of Zwitsal-my signature cologne. 

SUPPLIES. One thing I cant deny is my natural impulse in buying pens - of different colors. Good thing Nang RJ allowed me to borrow her 48 different non-toxic crayons from Crayola. If my pens empty, i still keep them. 

KOREAN. Not a fan, but this chewies delighted my taste buds.. The little amount left of my tuition did not survive for the week. 

THERE. ano sa English ang kiwi?

F^ck Giid Yah!

Tonight/day was a series of bullshitting revelations and realisations, or another busted moments.
I really wanted to cry. (I cried)

CRY CRY CRY all i want.  (non congruent photo)I was close to describing my self as a PULP. I really wanted to burst! This motorcycle
(on which i haven't really experience driving) was stolen by some klepto just beside the house. My papa was very confident, because for years of parking it outside safely, no one would ever had the intention to steal it. In this picture i was pretending i could drive it. Right now, im in the city, and i know everybody at home is going ballistic, and angry, and blaming each other. I don't even have the idea if Papa and Mama finished paying their dues in this automobile. They've been paying for it in a monthly basis. arrgh! Curse you Klepto! whoever you are, the motorcycle's affinity is with us. Hope its gasoline will burn your testes and sterilize you forever (forgive me Dear Jesus)!

Whatever this photo is faking, i don't care at all! This motorcycle has been our saving grace. My mama, papa, brothers, Okaaay! Everyone in the house knows how to drive it already! Except me, and princess, but she'll have the drive soon enough. (i promised to my self that i will travel on four wheels). Fuuuuu! Without the motorcycle, it will be hard for mama to sukot her pautang sa relip,  and papa to drive my siblings to school and all our the livelihood functions of the motorcycle No efficiency.  I was counting down my tuition fee when the news took me.
everything was impossible to believe. Concepcion, especially our compound (of college teachers and their families) isn't visited by crime or nuissance.  I can even leave the house open and unlocked and get back with everything intact in broad day and night light. How rare is rare if you get lucky.

What a bull!

My crush, said hello to me tonight! I was enthusiastic of course! Or maybe at least i can set aside the things that burden me at the moment and message her, and stay awake and dream happily afterwards. After i replied hi you! 
She asked for my friend's number!??? a male friend.
 How and What do you think does and will that make me feel!!!!!!?? I dont want to elaborate on it, its my life and my blog- so i decide who gives the explanation. This time,. my own is!

The Bull i'm pertaining to isn't my crush but I. Who was so ambitious, trying to capture a heart that is free  and repelling.

Show OFF!

Some show off git just in the round tables. 

Scarborough Fair (Ma Own Version)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

 And kiss,

Morning Glories in the blooming night and bare

Evening Primrose, will petals cut my skin? 

And kiss,

A pristine youth like mortal’s hidden sin

Mounting peaks flaunting high can you see? 

And kiss,

Snowflakes cold like heart beating is for thee.

Search me the finest sea anemone? 

And kiss,

Darling clothes the beggars sewn for me.

Can you remedy aches of happy memories? 

And knot,

Strings as traps for mayflies and honey bees.

Must hunger embrace my town city? 

Believe me,

All I want is a glaze donut from Jollibee.

Then you’ll be, my true love maybe.

Give me Love

Frosts on darling beds of flower spectacles.¹⁰

Where stagnant are dewdrops of clear marbles.¹⁰

A flutter of tiny wings that pirouette into the sky.¹⁵

Entrance of spring blends the sunshine⁸

When crisp creature dances in the early light.¹⁰

Blooming are buds in shades of red and white. ¹⁰

The hungry bugs chomp all that’s green and lush¹⁰

Lively flight of butterflies starts to rush.¹⁰

Here comes the crowd of towering trees.⁹

With the minty air to celebrate and tease.¹¹

Humus kissed by lost tiny seeds.⁸

Flown by the breeze, carried by bees.⁸

The sun up it shines, glowing the fields⁹

I can see them both-celestial orbs⁹

twinkle of  stars and the beaming moon⁹

resemble your eyes in  daylight tune⁹

Blanket of weeds covered the earth⁸

Embracing your skin, warmth and curved⁸

The Victoria scent and lemon grass⁹

Tells how perfect this moment should last⁹

The minute you smile, for me it meant.⁹

A bundle of joy that heaven’s sent.⁹

When you mimic the way flowers bent.⁹

This space my heart reserves, free of rent.⁹

You lay down the heaps of Babies’ Breath⁹

We stare up the skies of bunny clouds⁹

I kissed you behind your cheeky blush⁹

You kissed the nose bridge I cared too much⁹

Give me love the day I pass your test

Give me love once I stand from the rest

Embraced in my arms, staring at endless height

To search fireflies in the curtain of night

No matter how seasons come and go⁹

In the birth of spring I’d like you to know⁹

In sheer hopes and gutsy melody⁹

Nature sings my heart’s testimony⁹

I got the title from Ed Sheeran's Give me Love.  Noticed the superscripts? they're the numbe rof syllables.