History repeats itself.

Tae, last week nasunog ang bibig ko. Siguro pang-apat na beses na nangyayari to. So, nagkapeklat nanaman. Lagi na lang nangyayari to pag nag bababol-gum ako. Nasusunog. Bigat lang eh, mukha nanaman akong engot. Tingnan niyo yung past post ko sa tabulas, ganitong ganito din ang sitwasyon. Bigat! Hirap kasi ng sensitib ang leps. Lols.

Sebo de macho na lang ang paraan!

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Anyways, my torps ako na SA WAKAS, nagkatrabaho din. Gago talaga yun, hindi na nag mature. Ako kahit naman papano, nagkakaroon ng kahit katiting na sense of responsibility. Taena nun, kahit ilambeses mo pagsabihan, wala talaga. Kitid ng utak. Shet. Buti na lang natauhan, after siguro 1 and a half year nang pagiging bum, ayun nagkatrabaho na. Sa games, games eh, pero at least meron na kahit papano. It's a start.

Saludo ako sayo. Mwah.

Poem 301.

I am trapped in your web of memories
of sweet bliss and happiness;

Which I wish would fade,
because the pain will not go away.

If I die today, will your face haunt me in death?
If I die today, would you even fret?
With you long gone, I admit I still long for you,
It is because of you, my promise is still true.

when I cried, I cry for you,
when I laughed, it's because you.
Would you still wear your crown?
From the day I asked you to be my queen.

Or would you throw everything back to me?
And watch me walk away, hands clasped, sobs audible.
Then you'd call your knights to throw me outside,
outside your kingdom, outside your heart.

Though this poem has no rhymes,
Though this poem will fall on deaf ears,
Remember that when you need a poet,
I'll write you poems using my tears and my blood...