Yesterday.
It was the end of my manic week. I was litterally bitch-slapped by my exams, horrible professors, and obsessive classmates who always try to get the better of me. I had a moratorium against booze. I had to keep my memory intact for my own sake... and for that well coveted prefix if ever ill succeed in this shithole I am into.
The first thing I did was wake up as late as I could. Waking up at 7 wasn't really my idea of late. I was excited to hear that our newbie techy haven't fixed our connection or whatever. In short, NO OFFICE. NO PAY! Crap! But still, I had to make use of the free time.
Don't ask me how I spent it. I spent it wisely. But as we were on our way home, we almost collided with another jeepney. "Kay-uha liko mo pre, bilatsi-iloy ya..." Uttering those word didn't make me feel better. I could almost see myself scalping the face of that asshole who almost delivered my immediate demise.
If that night ended horribly, would that have been our last kiss? By the way, have I told you how I really love you?
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Morning After Pill
One morning, you wake up realizing that you are now single... but not looking. Idle and you feel like crap.
It is the first day of the post-breakup stage. The night before, you already emptied your wallet with your friends trying to forget what had just happened.... what had been lost. You drink all night. You felt great. But the weirdest thing about it is that after all that booze, there is no hangover only hang-ups.
In that same morning, you stay in bed. Your head is full of shitload. You think of the "past"... The past 12 hours that changed it all. Things could have been different. It could have been better. Now you're bitter.
Nostalgia then kicks in. You dig deeper... happy memories that will eventually be forgotten. Your first date. The time you became committed. You first kiss. A lot of "firsts" but there is only one "last". You can't bring back those times. You turn those memories into a speck of your imagination because you need to forget. Euphoric insignificance.
Then your emotional river opens up. Out of control... it controls you. It feeds you. Anger. Pain. Regret. You just need to cry... punch that wall... kick that door... throw that cellphone. Physical pain is nothing to what you're feeling right now.
That first day... till the day you find the new one. You look back to the pain you felt. You simply smile because you've realized that you've moved on. You're now ready to face yet another challenge... another love. ***
It is the first day of the post-breakup stage. The night before, you already emptied your wallet with your friends trying to forget what had just happened.... what had been lost. You drink all night. You felt great. But the weirdest thing about it is that after all that booze, there is no hangover only hang-ups.
In that same morning, you stay in bed. Your head is full of shitload. You think of the "past"... The past 12 hours that changed it all. Things could have been different. It could have been better. Now you're bitter.
Nostalgia then kicks in. You dig deeper... happy memories that will eventually be forgotten. Your first date. The time you became committed. You first kiss. A lot of "firsts" but there is only one "last". You can't bring back those times. You turn those memories into a speck of your imagination because you need to forget. Euphoric insignificance.
Then your emotional river opens up. Out of control... it controls you. It feeds you. Anger. Pain. Regret. You just need to cry... punch that wall... kick that door... throw that cellphone. Physical pain is nothing to what you're feeling right now.
That first day... till the day you find the new one. You look back to the pain you felt. You simply smile because you've realized that you've moved on. You're now ready to face yet another challenge... another love. ***
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