Tuesday, June 21, 2011
RAIN
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Labels: Motherhood, son
Thursday, June 16, 2011
MY NONCHALANCE IS SUCH A GIVEAWAY
If you know that I spent half of my working hours last Tuesday to stalk you, please spare me the embarrassment and just keep your mouth and your mind shut. You need not comprehend my very mature and rational actions. Grasping explanations about the things that I do and the things that I want is like a futile attempt to understand why some girls go crazy over that factory-crafted robot boy they nicknamed Justin Bieber.
When I say 'hi' or 'good morning' to you here in this field slave aka office, please do smile back. Don't ask me why. It's the same as guessing why Wikipedia said that this girl named Katy Perry is a singer and a songwriter. When you look at me (I know you give me those glances. I just know) and I don't look back, please bear in mind that I am shy. After all, not so many guys look at me the way you do.
If ever we get the chance to talk (discounting our usual morning hi's and hello's), be kind to me. Please don't talk about sports and overtly masculine stuff I can't relate to. And just so you know, I'm not a basketball fan. :)
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Labels: little crush, stalker
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Sometimes you just do anything except those shit on your to-do list
ADULTERIUM
It’s 3:33 pm. I feel sleepy and tired.
I realize how tiring it is to do the same things over
And over again.
I live for you but then I know I’m missing so much.
I’m living a lie, trying to survive an eternal war.
I skip stones, I try to make an extra leap
If that is what it takes to let you know
How much I love you.
But then again I have these dreams of crossing barriers
And of letting lose, and of playing bass, of planting trees.
Please don’t call me selfish.
I try to think of you alone.
It's just that sometimes life is such a mindfuck
And every mundane thing I do is a perpetration of adultery.
The conventional is what it’s supposed to be;
The irregular is what I plead for.
I live for you but then I feel the need to live.
Life is but an illusion.
We are all dead.
3/30/2011
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Labels: felice, tula, work sucks
After two years, I realize I have an existing blog
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Labels: birthday, Motherhood, poem, son