Thoughts floating in a Sugarfree coffee break

Tulog na mahal ko
Hayaan na muna natin ang mundong ito
‘lika na tulog na tayo
Tulog na mahal ko`wag kang lumuha malambot ang iyong kama saka na mamrublema

Tulog na hayaan na muna natin sila
Mamaya hindi ka na nila kaya pang saktan
Matulog, tulog ka na

Tulog na mahal konandito lang akong bahala sa iyo
Sige na tulog na muna
Tulog na mahal ko at bukas ngingiti ka sa wakas at sabay harapin ang mundo

Tulog na hayaan na muna natin sila
Mamaya hindi ka na nila kaya pang saktan
Matulog, tulog ka na

>>>>I'm tired, I guess we all are.

Dahil katulad mo,
ako rin ay nagbago'
Di na tayo tulad ng dati,
kay bilis ng sandali
kay tagal din kitang minahal

>>>Q: Why do people change all of a sudden? No, what I mean is why do people abandon the things they've almost lived for (or almost died for)? What could have cause her to change? Is it the thing they called "love" or did she got tired of releasing all her fury to the world?

I thought we are the same. We used to be two radicals souls inhaling each misery that we find and exhaling every question of existence that comes in mind.

>>>A(my own): All of us will change in due time. Just wait for it.

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I don't drink coffee but someday I may learn.

An open letter to "that person"

I don’t know how to reply on this e-mail. I don’t know if I should just say thank you (by the way your the 1st one to remember my b-day except for my relatives) or finally let out all those questions, doubts, answers and more questions (from those answers) that have been accumulated in my mind for more than a year. I attempted to tell you this (by e-mail) several times but I guess I never gained the courage (or maybe I convinced myself that it’s not necessary) to do it. Even as I write this, I still do not have what it takes to tell you those things due to reasons I want to conceal for now. I’m not certain if that day (when I have what it takes) will come but if it does…

And I also want to say sorry because I do not always greet you.

Thank you and I really hope that I will still be around.

Mitchelle

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**It’s ironic—the way we cringe at the thought of boring a tiny hole in our skin when we never have considered thinking twice before trashing our lives away.

***Living has always been a battle against self-destruction.

(angel - Peyups: Wrist Slasher)

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After an exhanusting day in class, there's only I thing I look forward to and that is no other than..................



(sigh...) what a relief..
after a few moments...
there again

Torque.. Porque.. Paque ko!

(the picture below got nothing to do with the Torque)

I finally got to recopy our pictures taken during our Big Nyt in Gazebo Royale. So here goes one of those pictures.



(thats me on the left and martha)

I got one more thing to say...

++=====PHYSICS IS GREAT BUT IT DOESN'T LIKE ME!=====++
*note - its a euphemism

Sa baba ung title

Our prof (maam guevarra) in lit 102 assigned us to make a poem with the theme like Astro(Radioactive Sago Project). You'll know what I am after you read this poem.

Babaing
kinababaliwan,
kinagigiliwan,
inaasam
ni Eba’t Adan.

Mata mo’y nagliliwanag,
Nakakasilaw!
Katawa’y maalindog,
Nakakapanglaway!
Paa’y mabilis at mahinahon,
Tumutulak!
Tatak ng hinaharap,
Bumabaon!

Mercedes,
halika na,
Mercedes,
lumapit ka
Ilipad mo ako
sa aking pangarap.

Kailan ka mahahagkan
ng paltos na katawan?
Kailan ka mahahalikan
Ng putok ng kapangyarihan?

Ikaw nga ay langit,
nasa langit.
Hanggang panaginip,
nilikha upang mangmaliit
ng katulad naming
sa lupa kumakapit.

Mercedes

Scary...

got this from http://psychicpants.net/
Procession
Aubrey's friend was on the last stage of her thesis and wanted a quiet place where she could write her final draft. That weekend, she found a house in the province that suited her needs. It was a small up-and-down house in a remote area of this university town. There was plenty of greenery surrounding the house to keep her calm. She admired the plant life from the sala's large windows that had a view of the dirt road. There were no people to bother her. The nearest neighbors were two blocks away. Aubrey left her in that house and went to meet another friend in a nearby province. Aubrey promised to be back in the morning to check on her progress and proofread her work.
So Aubrey's friend set up her work station in the bedroom on the second floor. All day she managed to finish rewriting several chapters, but the revision process extended to early evening. She fell asleep in front of her computer and was awakened by a sudden noise from downstairs.
Down in the sala she saw what seemed to be a small procession of men and women with lit torches. She took note of the date but couldn't think of an auspicious event. It must be the town's patron saint, she thought, but then she didn't notice any announcements of a feast day when she came in this morning. Then she noticed the procession getting closer to the house. Weren't they supposed to be passing the road? Aubrey's friend backed away.
They moved closer until they were next to the windows. She could see how pale they all seemed in the torchlight. She could hear their mumblings. Was it a prayer they were chanting? And then the people started rapping on the windows, pressing their faces and their hands on the glass. They crowded the windows until she could see no more of the outside, only faces and bodies. They seemed to be looking at her, pleading for her to open the door. And when she wouldn't, they pounded on the windows some more until she could bear their sound no more. She screamed and then passed out.
When Aubrey found her the next morning she was still on the floor with a slight bump in the head. She told Aubrey about what happened last night but Aubrey wouldn't believe her. There was no procession last night. Maybe it was the stress getting to her? She was tired and skipped lunch, and probably didn't get a chance to have dinner. But she insisted on what she saw. Still, Aubrey wouldn't believe her.
Until she pointed out the hand prints and smudges on the window. Aubrey examined them from outside then went back in the house. Aubrey told her friend to quickly pack all her things so they could leave soon. None of them said anything until they had left the province.
Aubrey was the first to speak. The fingerprints were made inside the house. Whatever it was that Aubrey's friend saw that night, whoever they were, they weren't trying to get in the house. They were already indoors. What Aubrey's friend saw was their reflections in the glass. They were a procession of souls trying to get out.

In half breath

life's running as a bullet
spirits now
present's ghost

vs

walking barefoot
in turtle's pace
accelerated through
the winds beneath

...



breathing in
the uncertainties

endurance,
patience,
determination,
understanding..

- in half breath

Dakilang katangahan

Nagising ako kanina lang. Sana hindi na lang. Sana mas tumagal pa.

Bakit ba naman kailangang ganito?...

Sa iilang segundo pikit mata kong naabot ang bagay o ang pakiramdam na aking ninanasa. Dahil dito tanging ako at ang aking imahinasyon lang ang bida. Walang limitasyon ang lahat... hanggang sa ako ay magising



Nakakainis isipin na sa iyong pagkasing bumubulaga ang iyong pinakamasamang bangungungot.

--- ang ibang pang dapat narito ay marahil itinangay na ng panaginip at mas mabuti nang manatili doon

So it ends.. again

Vacation has formally ended this day. But before it finally put it self to rest I read and read a few stuff first. I guess its my way of telling and preparing myself of the things including the stress plus the expanding bags under my eyes.

Anyway...

As I was surfing the net as usual I landed on this site www.peyups.com/sites/pancitcanton/. I found a nice love story there ( i usually get bored at love stories but thats because their mediocre... to my scale ok).