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Sunday, February 24, 2008
and i hate that i *toot* you so....

just came home from a party. pero funny thing, i didn't have too much fun at the party.

well yes, the food was great. the place was fabulous. the music was insane. and i was surrounded by friends. so yeah, i ate my heart out ( a bit more than expected), danced (til icky sweaty), posed for photos (even took some shots too), and drank a glass of wine(yes, just one). but somehow, i didn't end up too happy tonight.

something kept bugging me.

or should i say, someone was on my mind.

and no matter how much i tried to focus on current party at hand, my mind still flew.....




the rest of my friends even went out pa after but i decided to go home na together with my friend who was fetched by her parents. i wasn't in a partying mood.


weird.



(another emo blog? yikes. haha)

Monday, February 04, 2008
lost conscience on a sunday

at a local coffee shop...

girl: hug mo naman ako.
boy: bakit? *smiles*
girl: wla lang. *smiles back*

--> hug me tight and don't you ever dare let go. this is the only place where i feel safe. this is the only place where i belong. and you are the one and only person that i allow to get this close.

. . .

dark street...

boy walks the girl home. girl looks at the boy then to the sky. boy looks at girl. girl looks straight ahead. boy suddenly holds her hand. girl smiles to herself and they walk hand in hand in the dark street towards the lighted part near the girl's house.

boy: putangina.
girl: bakit?
boy: . . .
girl: ?
boy: i want to, but i can't.
girl: . . . *sighs* what? (pretending she doesn't understand)
boy: this? (signalling to their held hands)
girl: (shouts a curse that only she can hear) . . . i know right.

--> why does it feel so right and at the same time so wrong? why can't everything just go back to the once simple story. why do complications have to happen. how did it end up like this? why don't we ever learn?

...

we should go back to our realities. this is just a dream. we are just a dream. a dream where we are both happy. a dream where we are hand in hand, safe with each other. this is just a dream. i am a dream. you are a dream. . . . . this is just a dream.

or is it?