Car is moving somewhere I don’t know where it is headed. But no one is driving. I’m the only one in the car. And a crazy guy is trying to get in. His wearing a crown, with his shades. Have a long beard. I opened the top window and tried pushing him away. I get his crown, and throw it, didn’t give me a reaction. I get his shades and throw it. Then he started crying, his not chasing me anymore. I went back to my seat, and the car stops. A dead end, It stops inside a storage room. I went out in the car. At the back of the car, I saw a paper bag hanging, and there’s a blue mask. In my left side, of the storage room. There’s a mirror, besides it, there’s a T-shirt hanging, in the t-shirt, it’s a picture of the crazy guy, who is chasing me. I didn’t understand why. I was so frustrated, I get the mask, and throw it. Then I look back at the t-shirt, and saw a picture of me, wearing a crown and a shades.
I guess this dream has a message. No one is fighting you, but yourself.
Kanina talaga, hindi ko inexpect na iiyak ako. Nung naririnig ko sila na nag sasabi ng message nila kay Nicole, nakakaramdam lang ako ng lungkot. Sinabi ko pa naman sa sarili ko na hindi ako iiyak. Nung ako na yun nag salita, bigla na lang ako nakaramdam ng sobrang bigat sa dibdib ko. At nag burst out na lang ako bigla. Hindi kasi ako mashado magaling mag sabi ng nararamdaman ko sa isang tao. Especially pag umiiyak na talaga ako. Hindi ko kasi ma explain. Basta ma mimiss ko yun taong to. Naging inspiration ko din siya, Ang dami kong nalaman sa kanya, at natutunan. Mabait, lagi nakangiti, humble, marunong makisama, Siya nag papa GV sa akin pag dating ng school. Siya kasi una kung nginingitian(paminsan),binabati ng good morning. Ka kwentuhan sa kung ano ano. Ka sundo sa music, tawanan. trip trip. Basta ayon.
Song from The Devil Wears Prada. Damn na addict ako. I’m not a fan of metal. Pero gosh this song, I’ve been playing it in the guitar for like 7 times this day. Well, kahapon ko lang siya natutunan iplay. And yeah, it’s fun playing it :)
Thanks for Gerly, for sharing me this song, I guess last year?
May isa akong kaibigan na ayaw ni mama. Madami daw siyang tinatago. Ang hindi niya alam. Mas masama ako kaysa sa kaibigan ko. May isa lang siyang hindi nagustuhan sa kanya. E paano pa kaya ako, Alam niya ba na naka tikim na ako ng yosi? Alam niya ba na araw araw ako umiinom sa Pilipinas? Nag bar hopping, Umuwi lagi madaling araw. Sana my mom, hindi siya mag judge agad. Dahil lang doon, ang tingin niya, bad influence na. tsktsktsk
Hindi porket, madami na naging syota, Bad influence na.
Hindi porket, pangit manamit. Bad influence na.
Hindi porket, pangit ang family background, Bad influence na
Ma, sila yun. hindi ako naniniwala sa influence. Ako mismo ang nag dedesisyon sa sarili ko. Hindi sila. Kaya, Huwag mo sila sisihin, kung may nakita ka man sa akin na pangit.
I’ve always thought when I grow up. I’ll collect some Vinyls. Even though I don’t have a player. I’ll just post them in my wall. And yeah, I want my future house to have a room. Studio room, where my instruments will be there. Jamming session with my friends. Or probably recording stuffs, well yeah who knows :P
Ok, dumating si daddy galing work at una niyang sinabi sa akin na. Nag kwento daw si Sir Bruno sa kanya, na galit daw yun Principal sa APO, kasi nung picture taking ng mga boy scouts hinarang siya ng mga marshalls. Tapos, yun anak daw ng APO hindi daw papapasukin sa school, which is me. So far hindi naman ginawa yun sa akin kanina hahaha. Kung gagawin man yun sa akin, aba, malaking gulo yun. I mean just for that. Obviously, hindi siya kilala ng mga marshalls, kaya siya hinarang. At tsaka yun Kuwaiti guy na nasa Ramada hotel, ang nag request mag pa picture ang boy scouts kay VP Binay. And sana nag pasalamat yun mga teachers sa amin at yun Principal na yan sa amin. Dahil siningit lang sila na mag karuon ng upuan, which nasa harapan pa. Nag kakaubusan na nga ng upuan nung time na yun e.
Laying in my bed, using the laptop. Closed my eyes, a sudden memory of what happen today, yesterday, last week. Things I didn’t know that happened or will happen or that will not happen. Opened my eyes, a 3 hours of sleep. Didn’t know that that happened.
Numerous ballets on artful gaits slid
On his speeches of guile and lies
Every single word and piece of letter
Lingers on serpentine sonatas
Lies on coils that snap the strings
Endowed with now stale truths
Cursed with smiles that now enchant,
His eyes that see through bare souls
Ravishing, he speaks a smooth step
In such orchestrated fashion
Sending the fooled on a deception,
Trances in the midst of a daydream
I see his eyes, locked onto mine
Neither see the notes I skillfully play
Electrified by my fortress of facades,
Now, he sings of his devious songs
A clever stir, a masterpiece to break
More hearts that stop at one fell swoop
Addled by my masterful sways
Dormant are his advances, his lips shut
On that night I surpassed his opera
Ran by his speeches of guile and lies