Lecheng Project yan!

Naggising ako kaninang 9am dahil nagalarm yung reminder sa cell ko na gumawa na ako ng Project namin sa T.L.E... para maisubmit ko na sa monday. Pucha... Hairstyles daw. hay nako, eh di may natitira pang 150 pesos sa wallet ko, kaya naman pagkaggising ko ulit ng 2:30, naligo na ko nagbihis kahit naka color pink ako na parang pajama na parang jogging pants, ewan ko kung anong tawag sa suot ko, wala na akong masuot nakatambak nanaman ang labada. Anyway... pagpunta kong Recto pumunta ako sa National Bukstor para maghanap ng kung anong magazine na may tungkol sa buhok.. At ayun! may nakita ako... my golay!! alam lam mo kung magkano? (syempre nde... di mo rin naman hilig un diba?)... it's P 459.50 pesos!! my GOLAY ! hindi makatarungan, 450 pesos tapos ang makikita mo lang puro buhok??!! Ang pulp nga 100 lang eh! Ano bang nangyayari sa mundo ngaun?? Kala mo napakadali ng pera... haay... kaya naman lumabas na ako, baka kasi pabayaran din sakin yung aircon ng national bukstor eh takot ako, kaya punta naman ako ng Isetann Recto (tama ba spelling?) naghanap ako sa Book Sale, buti na lang 120 lang dun! May pamasahe pa ako pabalik... Kaya lang masama pa loob ko na binili ko yun gugupitin ko lang naman din, kaya pampalubag loob sumaglit ako sa Tower Recto hehehe... at bumili ng CD ng Mayonnaise... at akoy umuwi na! yun lang baw...

Tonsilitis

Leeg ko'y sumasakit
lalamunan ko'y tuyo
buhok kong napakagulo at
kamay kong nanlalamig

sumasabay sa agos
ng kantang pinapakinggan
ang dumi at putik ng aking sapatos
sa pagtalon ng walang kapaguran

Ang musikang tagos hanggang buto
kahit pa sa tingin nila'y maingay at parang gago..
leche ! ano bang pakialam mo.
sa aking pagsabay sa musikang bato.

*baw* bakit tonsilitis? eh wala lang, kasi feeling ko magkakatonsilitis ako eh, sakit ng lalamunan ko kakasigaw ng "Go WHite Team!! Whoooohhhh!!!" heheh,,, go white team!!!

Sayang

Nagising ako ng 5:04 am, tinamad akong gumising... nakalimutan kong ngayon na nga pala ang alis nila pau. *Nakatulog ako ulit* di na ako nakapasok sa skul hanggang sa nagising ako sa text ng kaklase ko... nagmadali akong bumangon, naligo at nagpaalam sa mama ko na aalis ako.. sumakay ako ng jeep... badtrip sobrang traffic, pagdating ko ng skul... kanina pa raw sila umalis... sayang ibibigay ko pa naman sana yung kapiraso ng buhok ko na ginupit ko kagabi. Nagiiyakan daw sila kanina, ramdam ko pa rin ang lungkot sa klasrum namin... tahimik, at kakaiba ang pakiramdam. siguro mabuti na ring di kami nagkita o baka naman ganun talaga, kagustuhan na rin siguro ni Papa God, nakapagpaalam naman na kami sa isa't-isa. Uuwi na dapat ako... pero tutal intams naman.. may laban ang team namin ng basketball, nanalo pa nga eh. Masaya naman, wala na rin ako boses kasisigaw... ang mga luha at lungkot ng bawat isa ay ikinukubli sa mga tawa, alam ko... ramdam ko ang kakaibang ihip ng hangin sa tuwing natatahimik kami, at mapapansin kong ilan sa mga kaklase ko ay tulala. Alam kong mababasa mo rin to... heheh Ungas ka, ba't di mo ko inantay.. kekog ka talaga... ingatan mo sarili mo dun ha, i lab u!!

Gupit-gupit

Lakas ng trip ko... kaya ginupit ko buhok ko... yung gunting ang purol, yung pang gupit ng art papaer..

*badabum, badabing!!! DYAARAAAAAAANNNNN !!!!!!*

medyo hindi pantay-pantay, pero okei lang yun... bangs lang naman eh. Kasi napapangitan ako sa sarili ko... gusto kong itago ang mukha ko.. kahit mata lang. Kinuha ko yung kapirasong buhok at nilagyan ko ng tape para hindi magkahiwa-hiwalay... ibibigay ko sana kay pau...

Sa aking Paglalakad

Ang kadilimang bumabalot sa karimlan
tila mga dyamanteng walang katapusan
ang hanging malamig na humahampas sa aking mukha
ang lamig ng aking mga kamay...

Sa aking paglalakad sa patutunguhang hindi ko alam
mga mukha ng mga taong walang pakialam
Ang usok na kumakalat sa aking dinaraanan
ang ingay na tila musika sa aking pandinig.

Tumingin ako sa kalangitan
mga bituin ay aking minasdan...
sadya talagang kahanga hanga,
brilyanteng nagkalat sa kadiliman.

Sana ako'y bituin na lamang
upang ikaw ay makasama...
at sa iyong pagtulog... ikaw ay mamasdan sa iyong binta, ako'y magbabantay.
magsisilbing liwanag at inspirasyon ng iyong buhay...

*baw*

my golay

hay...my gholay.. napaka boring, wala namang ginagawa sa skul... puro na lang practice ng glee club.. nagsisigaw nanaman kanina yung nagtuturo sa amin... nahighblood nanaman ata... puro daw kami kunsumisyon. ang pangalan nung kakantahin namin... "The New 23rd" o dba? ganda pakinggan... maganda naman yung kanta, hirap nga lang sabayan... Sa mga sandaling nakaupo lang ako dun at walang ginaggawa... naalala ko bespren ko... nakakamiss talaga, yung tipong kapag pupunta ako ng Recto para bumili ng CD na dati rati lagi ko syang kasama... pati na rin yung tawanan namin na rinig hanggang sa kadulo-duluhan ng corridor,pati na rin yung sa tuwing titingin ako sa upuan nya at wala sya dun... maraming nagtatanong sakin umiyak na daw ba ako nung nagbabayu na si pau? eh... hinde eh... whahaha may mali ba dun? wala naman siguro... ewan ko kung bakit pero, kasi pag naalala ko siya natatawa ako eh hindi ako naiiyak... wat da pak... masyado na ko nagdadrama, hehehehe... ipapadevelop ko sana ung mga pics ko galing bagiuo nabubulok na eh.. kaso wala pala akong *kaching* $$$$$$ hehehe... haay... the perils of having no money... i can't afford!! ahahaha...

Hiding Behind The Mask

Hiding from the world,
she takes off the mask,
thankful to be alone at last.
when out in the world, she pretends to be glad,
although deep inside she is very sad.
she puts on a mask so her fear won't show,
wishing time would hurry so she could go.
she looks at everyone and just smiles,
she's been hiding behind the mask quite awhile.
afraid to tell her true feelings because she is scared,
to do something different that no one else has dared.
she wonders why people are so hateful and mean,
nobody knows what she has seen.
going back home now,
she takes off the mask
,thankful once to again to be alone at last.

Locked in the Shadows

Its funny how you could easily affect me... How you could easily turn my mood into confusion, how you could effortlessly play with me, treating me like your doll, keeping me locked in the shadows. You forget and ignore me whenever you want... You don't even care... Do you? Well it's what you always tried to hide from me, keeping me to yourself, you know me too well.. You've played with my emotions, toyed with my heart...You've taken everything and nothing's left for me... just the emptiness of my cold and dark room, wishing you were there... wishing i could touch your face... I don't know why, and i can't understand why u have to hide everything from me... even your real identity. you made me fall in love... in love with an illusion, and this illusion captured me with chains... roses with torns... blissful moments but temporary, leaving me there when u want to. Why can't you be real to me? Stop leaving me in the shadows. I am not your doll... I've awakened myself from your illusions, but still a part of me is captured, this bondage you have bestowed on me... making me afraid and unsecure. You know i'd suffer every pain and torture you gave me...just to have you here again... but that isn't right... Of all the time i thought of you,i gave you my life, always hoping that we could be together... of all the sacrifices i did... i now must think of me... you can't keep me locked in the shadows my dear, you should have never taught me how to love... coz i learned how to fight.

Infinite nothingness

A woman sits, staring into nothingness, wondering if she really even exists. Her life feels like a terrible nightmare, that she wants nothing more than to awaken from. Her whole life has been a living hell,one bad thing after another and another. After spending half her life searching for an answer, she still feels as blank as the ceiling at which she stares. sHe is alive, but feels absolutely nothing,so is she?... Nobody else can enter her nothing world, no one can penetrate the depths of her soul. If they did, they would find nothing, for that's what her soul is...emptiness. She feels so different, so alone,crying out to a god who never answers. She lies across his bed, on crumpled sheetsand decides to dream... Dream up a new self...for herself....

Paglisan

Si pau... mami chuchupeks... Para sa isang tunay na kaibigan na halos lahat ng tungkol sa buhay ko ay nakwento at kabisado nya na... para sa lahat ng mga pinagsamahang walang katumbas... pra sa mga araw at gabing paglalakad sa ulan, kahit medyo may amats ka na. Para sa lahat-lahat... maraming salamat. We shall meet again... at sa iyong paglisan, ang tanging pabaon ko... ay... saging... wahahahahahah!! Im gonna miss you!! babay!!

Badtrip na teacher...

this one's for you... my beloved C.L teacher... When you believe something... you don't have to explain it... you don't explain why you believe it... coz the point there is "you believe". You cannot question or reject what other people believe... what they think... or they're points of view... you don't even have the right to ask then afterwards judge them for they're answer... you can't judge other people just by what you think, simply because you can't judge others, only God has the right to do that. Reality check my dear... don't even lecture me about love... if you yourself haven't experienced falling in love and stumbling in to nothing, not being able to sleep at night... you almost bang your head on the wall. I don't care what you think of me, only God will judge me. And just because you can't understand who i am... it doesn't give you the right to tell me that my beliefs are wrong. Megalomaniac - Incubus

I hear you on the radio

You permeate my screen, its' unkind but

If I met you in a scissor fight

I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone

On principle alone

Hey megalomaniac

You're not Jesus Yeah,

you're no fucking Elvis Special,

as you know yourself, maniac

Step down Step down

If I were your appendages

I'd hold open your eyes

So you would see

That all of us are heaven sent

There was never meant to be only one

To be only one

Hey megalomaniac

You're not Jesus Yeah,

you're no fucking Elvis Special,

as you know yourself, maniac

Step down Step down

Yeah You're no Jesus

You're not Elvis ...

You're no answer

Hey megalomaniac

You're not Jesus Yeah,

you're no fucking Elvis Special,

as you know yourself, maniac

Step down