March 28, 2015. The last day of this year's second semester. I've sped through my laundry to be out early. I needed to go to school; actually, I only needed to have my final requirements printed. The trip to school via jeepney was, as always, scenic. But I couldn't swim deeper into the morning's visuals … Continue reading When the Last Day of the Semester Grabs Me With No-Gloved Hands
You're lucky; I like snakes. Those medusa-locks of yours have been teasing me. They've been waltzing -- with the wind that only jeepney rides can summon. And when their heads touched my cheek, they kissed it. I've got wet kiss-marks on my cheeks now. I guess I'm lucky, too.
You call it 'bored' when you're bored. When your doing nothing. When whatever it is that you're doing does not interest you. This is the curse of repetition. And I wonder: how can I save myself? How? The smartypants in my head said "finish it already." Wrap up every loose end of your research paper. … Continue reading B is for …
You saw my dirt You saw my flaws Amidst the stain That wrap your paws Pointing it out In disguise of my Own so-called benefit You rule it out Like one grand judge Clean out of smudge Oh hypocrite You look at me As if I’m dirt Must have forgot The strokes you made. ** … Continue reading Muta