Monday, July 20, 2009

Down with Mami








Somebody told me that cold rains are associated with cold hearts. That made me sad. I love rain. I am not a sunshine buff because I hate sweat. No, I don't like typhoons and storms. I love the cool breeze of the drizzling rain.

So one cold night, Andrew and I chowed down a bowl of pork mami. It made me sweat. Maybe, the feeling of cold would make you want to sweat. I did. And I miss you.














Friday, July 3, 2009

Rachel

You have lied. You tried to explain everything as if nothing is wrong. You tried. You tried everything. blade.knife.pills. nothing.no avail.

you explained to them why your dear mp4 player is damaged. yes,a friend brokeit face down. but the other crack? you said it slipped off from one of youar sweaty palms. but you threw your mp4 away. after numbers of cigarette you can't remember how many, you threw the mp4 away. you thougt it will never come to life and will never sing toyou again. but it did. you again listened to his songs. slowly serenading you, you fell into a deep slumber and assured your mp4 you'll never throw him away again.

you explained why you had your first absent for the semester. blabbing them that you'll be going somewhere. half-naked with lie, they accepted you blabbers. little did they know that you were upthe highest building in Ortigas, singing as the mocking breeze told you to jump. you were never acrophopic. the only thing you were afraid of are frogs and maybe, death. it has been etched into your mind that death is the next great adventure. you want to try death. there would be no pain of course. you laughed at the breeze, looked down at the sight and cried. your first this year.

maybe they will never understand what you feel. they will never understand how it feels when you only have a pillow to cry on during the darkest hours of you life.
now, rachel, explain to me what really happened.

This is shit.

I have to find a new home. Somehow.
I can't abandon you. Not now.