I wish I could do better by you, cause that’s what you deserve.
You sacrifice so much of your life in order for this to work.
While I’m off chasing my own dreams, sailing around the world,
Please know that I’m yours to keep my beautiful girl.
And when you cry, a piece of my heart dies. Knowing that I may have been the cause.
If you were to leave and fulfill someone else’s dreams, I think I might totally be lost.
But you don’t ask for no diamond ring. No delicate string of pearls.
That’s why I wrote this song to sing, My beautiful girl..
My wrist watch dinged as the digital clock struck 2 and it was the start of my day. after cooking lunch, Adobong Pusit, my mother stormed to the bathroom to take her bath and leave. i ended up just checking mail as she was shampooing and scrubbing in the bathroom. later on, i seemed to noticed i was mellow. first in about three weeks at most. i hummed, a soft yet curious “hmm” that wasn’t a usual reaction from me.
later on, mother called out my name and asked if i can bring her pants to her. i did, as would any child with nothing to do. she calls out again, requested that i should call my dear old father to pick her up and drop her off to her commute to the office. still, i did as i was told. i dialed the numbers, asked for my dad and he was on his way home. and again, i seemed fine; like i was relieved. i paused, suddenly, as my mom rushed out of her room with her hair all wet, opened her bags and took out all her things, she told me to go get my sister’s Couch bag from her room. and so i did.
my father waltz in the house, took a seat as he watched my mother ran around the living room like a child, collecting the things she needs to leave. 20 minutes later, they left and i was alone. it was no surprise i was, most of my summer days i was left here at home, forced to clean, and it evolved into a habit. (it’s a bummer for me, yet a benefit for my siblings.)
i took a second to think on whether or not i should clean, but i saw the floor a bit dusty and so i did. weird reaction thou, instead of heading towards the sweeper, i took my towel and took a cold shower. while i was in the shower, i sang like a crazy person on steroids. (to my friends, yes. i know it’s normal for me to do so.) i sung whatever song i could remember and even as i cleaned the rooms, the hallway, the living room, and the dining area. but, i sang along to the radio playing loudly in one corner, filling the house with my type of music. i sang to ColdPlay, The Kooks, Landon Pigg, Switchfoot, The Fray, One Republic, Adele, Norah Jones and other artists and bands in my playlist.
i swept the floor, brushed of dirt and hair of the rug, fluffed the pillows, folded blankets, organized some papers, and sprayed insect repellent to scare off some mosquitos in the living room. later on, there it was again. i was calm, relaxed, and feeling good; it was a weird feeling that i’m fine. i felt as if i was placed in a new life where i can feel no anger, no pain, and no sadness. hmmmm.
after cleaning, i thought why not read a book. so without thinking anything else, i opened my trunk full of my stuff and took out a random book. luckily, it was color violet, my favorite. i placed it on a shelf near the front door, went to the master bedroom, and sprayed Lysol from there to the living room until i got out of the house with the book and a glass of cold Coke. i pulled out a chair and opened that unread book and started to read at our front porch, with the radio still playing loudly. i giggled, i smiled and i was in peace as i read that book page after page with an expression of enthusiasm. i sighed with the feeling of relief. i was happy, i guess. it’s just there’s that ironic feeling, i just don’t know what the ironic thing is. all i know is, i feel as if i’m waiting for something.
but no matter what that is i’m waiting for, or if i’m alone at home, or even when i’m sweating like a pig from cleaning the house, i seem to be… happy.
: )
nuff said..
| me: | *stays home* |
| parents: | why are you so lazy? get off your ass and do something with your life |
| me: | *goes out* |
| parents: | omg you're out of control stop hanging out with those people and roaming the streets |
| me: | *eats* |
| parents: | you are ruining your body with that garbage |
| me: | *doesn't eat something* |
| parents: | we're getting really concerned are you on a diet is there something you're not telling us do you have an eating disorder? |
| me: | *exhales* |
| parents: | don't give me that attitude |
when two bored people talk...
| Edreec: | haha sorry wala kong load pang text :))) |
| Binx: | ok lang.musta? |
| Edreec: | haha okay naman ikaw ba? |
| Binx: | eto, boreddddddddddd. |
| Edreec: | hahaha hmm dami pdeng gawin!;DHAHA! |
| Binx: | nakakatamd gumalaw bro.sarap nga tumunganga nalang eh. hintayin umulan at maligo na din.:)) |
| Edreec: | hahahauu dude!puta tong weather na to |
| Binx: | hahaha |
| Edreec: | ang sarap lang tumunganga at maligo =))) |
| Binx: | tama tol! ampota lang eh.:)) |
| Edreec: | hahahaha this is a fap weather :))) |
| Binx: | true dat bro.:)) |
| Edreec: | hahahahaha :)))) awkward fap weather din sayo? =))) |
| Binx: | oh ya.:))amp lang talaga eh kasi naman. |
| Edreec: | hahaha bakit naman?ganda na ng weather bv ka pa HAHA! |
| Binx: | hahaaa |
| Edreec: | haha bakit nga? |
| Binx: | hindi ako bv. ang init lang kasi.:)) |
| Edreec: | hahahahmm medyo malamig na nga dito samin eh :)) |
| Binx: | samin maiinit.. tsk tsk. |
| Edreec: | hahahalaame kaya dito fap weather talaga :))iligo mo nalang pala yan! haha! |
The Boy who accept your imperfections,
the boy who watches the stars with you,
the boy you can talk to about everything,
the boy who holds you when you cry,
the boy who whisper something sweet,
the boy who will listen to your stories,
the boy who hugs you from behind,
the boy who is already staring when you look,
the boy who you can talk with for hours,
the boy who notices when something’s wrong,
the boy who wants to go travel with you,
the boy who wants to carry you,
the boy who make you feel like you’re the only girl,
oh, i had that.
but, the only difference was, he wasn’t mine to keep. i never really knew what i was to him.
