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Others want it hard, others semi-hard. A few have it poached from them. The rest wants the freakin’ cacophony of an omelette. As for me, I want it sunny side up – life, that is.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

You are the reason why...

You are the reason why...





THE REASON WHY
John Farnham



What did I do
Before the day I set my eyes on you?
Spending my time
Just working at the things I had to do

And then I saw your face
I was captured heart and soul
You gave me so much more

You're the reason why
I listen in the night
And steal the softest kisses
While you sleep

You're the reason why
Tears will fill my eyes
Just looking at a photograph
Of you

Touching my frown
Tell me what you read between the lines
Every thing's alright
I know sometimes I act a little strange

You bring me so much joy
Conversations make me smile
How could I love you more?

You're the reason why
I speak with foolish pride
Whenever there's a chance
To show you 'round

And you're the reason why
I lost this heart of mine
At the very moment
You arrived

And I can't believe this life
Was ever lonely
No, I can't imagine life
Before you

You're the reason why
I'm holding on so tight
I never want to let
This feeling go

And you're the reason why
My love will never die
My heart just could not sing
If not for you

What did I do
Before the day I set my eyes on you?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

You won’t find Love in Malate

You won’t find Love in Malate, or in any place that reeks of sex, booze, and dark spot concealers. He won’t be leaning against the wall in his usual nonchalant self, looking at you with warmth and yearning. He won’t give you scotch on the rocks and won’t utter the wittiest of pickup lines. He’s not gonna be there to take your hand and whisk you away from the dance floor. He won’t give you the most consuming of caresses. He won’t have his car to take you to his pad.

He does not exist here.

Alas, as the wizened and wise would put it, you will find Love when you least expect it. When you’re not looking, not aware, not guarded. You will find him on a bus ride to Philcoa on a rainy Friday night. He’ll be that friend you’ve known since God-knows-when. He’s the guy that makes your morning coffee a celebration. You may even have just read his life online and be fascinated by it.

You will question his validity thinking that he could be just another one of your fruitless conquests, someone you can spend your excess while with. However, little by little, you will realize that the pieces fit together as if on a puzzle. A common interest, a common friend, a common habit, a common principle in life.


You found him.


And after finding him, for sure you will, thank the Universe for making a conspiracy of epic proportions. Love him more than he’ll ever know.

Dear SG bloggers

Dear SG peeps/bloggers:


May alam kayong room for rent near beach road?


Thanks,


Nox

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Thank you Daddy :)

Love you! Matulog ka maaga today. Baka umatake na naman migraine mo...


I'll hug Teddy for tonight. Maha-hug mo din sya this November.


And thank you for this. Mwah!



Monday, August 29, 2011

Happy Second Monthsary!

Dad, eto yung sinasabi kong nakakamatay sa cute. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! :))

Happy 2nd (sa 30)! I love you!



Thursday, August 18, 2011

Ang Paghihiwalay


Unti-unting ibinaba ni Ronald ang tasa ng kape na kanina pa tangan-tangan at pagkatapos ay inilapag sa bangkong kinauupuan. Kanina pa ito walang laman ngunit tila nasanay na ang kanyang palad na may hawak na inumin.


Napatingin sya sa silid. Napakaraming kalat na kailangang ligpitin. Mayroong mga plastik ng pinagkainan at patong-patong na plato at mga kubiyertos sa mesa. Ang mga pinagbalatan ng kendi ay nagkalat din sa sahig. Kahit ang mga upos ng sigarilyo ay kung saan-saan nakasiksik. Mayroon sa ilalim ng mga bangko, sa ibabaw ng mesa, at kahit na sa ibabaw mismo ng mga bangko.


Tumayo si Ronald at nag-inat ng katawan. Ilang oras na rin pala syang nakaupo sa ganung posisyon habang nakatitig sa kawalan. Masakit na ang kanyang likod sa pag-upo sa bangkong walang sandalan. Ang kanyang balikat ay namimintig na rin.


Nang maramdamang bumalik na sa ayos ang sirkulasyon ng dugo sa kanyang katawan, siya ay naglakad palabas ng silid para silipin ang kalsada.


Malamig.


Madilim.


Walang tao.


Tinignan ni Ronald ang kanyang relo at siya ay napabuntong-hininga. Ito ang pinaka-ayaw nyang oras nitong mga nakalipas na araw. Makalagpas ng alas dos ng madaling araw, alam nyang mag-isa na naman sya. Uuwi na ang mga kamag-anak at mga kaibigan. Pero kung tutuusin sanay naman siya mag-isa. Labing-walong taong gulang pa lang sya ng humiwalay sa poder ng mga magulang upang mag-aral sa Maynila.


Hindi nya kailangan ng kausap o karamay. Kaya nya mabuhay mag-isa. Pero hindi ngayon.


Tinalikuran na ni Ronald ang kalsada at inaninag ang natutulog na esposo. Alam nyang hindi nya kayang magpaalam dito pero susubukan nya. Kasabay ng pagtirik ng bagong kandila ay ang pangakong hindi na muling iibig pa.