cxld

my flight early this morning has been cancelled. oh well.
the dreadful thought of booking a new flight annoys me a lot. let's see.

update: i just called and the agent said that i should call back after lunch because the airport has not canceled my flight yet.

the last time my flight was canceled was back when i was just 11 years old. took us 3 days of going back to the airport. we even went to the extent of having boarded already only to be herded back again to the pre-departure area.

oooh deja vu.

sandali lang

aalis lang ako sa sandaling panahon. sana pagbalik ko nandyan ka na pa.


i'll see you soon.

random

though i talk a lot, you'll realize that i really don't say much.

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in a few moments, new memories shall be forged and new islands shall be discovered and new things shall be seen, heard, and felt and yet as overwhelming and intoxicating it might seem, i still long for the old - the antiquated, the almost-forgotten, the not-so-fresh yet deeply satisfying smell of the old.
i want my old back. please.

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i feel so stupid and silly doing the things i'm doing. and i know there's a possibility of you getting irritated, cause i know for a fact that your personality would lean to that. but given the circumstances, you really leave me with no other choice.

bored on a monday morning

wala lang..

the nines

i just finished watching ::the nines:: . paki explain na lang.

i know it's a movie about "being god" and it is something in the line of eternal sunshine of a spotless mind and stranger than fiction with a little theme from one of jostein gaarder's books (either sophie's world or solitair mystery) plus don't forget the matrix (a world within a world).

basta ang gulo. but it's really thought provoking.

*thinks*

*hands,face*

and oh, suki from gilmore girls was there! coolness.

friday the 13th

wala namang masamang nangyari.

missing

something's missing and i can point my finger at it.

when

sometimes, losing and finding one's self is being aware of the self. and in nights such as this, deep thoughts and half a stick of cigarette don't do the trick.

take this sinking boat

and point it home.

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"where are you headed?"


"home."

cooking for one

is _________.

a.) exhausting
b.) pathetic
c.) not my idea of a relaxing evening
d.) just what i don't need this time
e.) all of the above


e.

happy birthday daryll!

happy birthday daryll!

taft

at nilakad niya ang kahabaan ng taft, sa gilid ng mga humaharurot na mga jeepney at nagngangapal na usok. binabaybay ang bangketa ng kamalayan at naroon sa mga bawat sulok nakapaskil ang mga titk, letra, at imahe ng mapagmalaking kahapon. sadyang ginuguhit at nilililok sa hibla ng bawat kalamnan. sa dulo ng isang makipot na eskinita

naroon siya.

forgive me

i screwed up.

i know.

how could i ever forget when all that i remember is that one fateful day. and each time that i do, my pulse races and my breathing, uncontrollable. how many times do i have to say "i'm sorry?" remembering it is torture enough. thinking about how i should get along is sheer madness... something that i myself could never fathom.

for the many times i screwed up, again, i am truly sorry. if i could just pick up the pieces and move forward. then again, for every piece that i pick up, i am broken a thousand times more. to carry on is suicide.

i am tired. everything exhausts me. i absolutely have no clue as to how i can go. as much as i want to break free from this, this madness, this torture, this hell, all roads still go back to that day - to you. for the very first time in my life, i want to take everything back; fast rewind everything, undo everything.

don't give me reasons to not want you for as crazy as it may appear, i'll still go through that same ride with you. and frankly, that's all i want.

i'm sorry i screwed everything up.