They call it kitten, I call it Puppy

i like you, i really do

i'll still like you, even if you don't want me to

i like you, i really really do

i want you to say that you like me too

but if you don't, i don't mind

your pretty, and kind, your just so hard to find

if i'm too forward, i'll rewind

i'll finish the race, even if i'm way behind

i like it when you smile

you make me pause for a while

i want to take a picture, stack it on my pile

if that's a crime, i'm guilty, we can skip the trial

i like you, i really do

i do like you, do you like me too?

i want to call you my boo

i don't think i can stop liking you

one hour goes by

there, i would lie

every minute i let out a sigh

waiting, for you to reply

am i going crazy?

or i'm just crazy about you?

you are my fair lady

am i a prince charming to you?

i like you, i really really do

i like you more than any kinds of brew

you can put my heart in a stew

it'll still beat, whenever its near you

time, makes me question

so much, it ends up as repetition

is it addiction or attraction?

so many complications, leads me to contemplation

it starts off as a crush

now its a must

it sticks like rusts

you are my royal flush

i like you, i really do

if you say i do, i'll say i do too

i cant stop thinking about you

because, i think i really do like you

i like you

i really do

i really like you

like really, i do

Am I Really An Addict?

So, it was like this. I was and still am studying when all of a sudden my aunt from Canada called via Skype. There was nothing special about that. She always does that everyday to check her sons and grandchildren and pamangkins (that is me and my fat sister). Then, I remember a deal that we talked about a month ago. The deal was she have to find me some chix there in Canada. I mean, oh la la la babe. 

She also told me that she has seen pretty girls in their church who are in my age bracket (18-21). And that these girls are daughters of devoted church members, pastors and the devout. Nevertheless, I still want to meet some babe from a foreign land. I was eager and excited about it. Half-filipina or pure pinay from a foreign land.

I inquired to her about that, I need an update. Then she told me this:

Tita: Haynako dong. Maulaw pud ta magpa-ila-ila nimo sa mga anak sa akong mga kaila diri. Unsaon manang gwapo unya mag-post-post ug adik adik sa Facebook. Wala jud kay klaro. Puro ra binuang ang pang-buhaton. Taronga sa to imong Facebook. (Ano ka ba dong. Nagdadalawang isip naman akong ipakilala ka sa mga kasamahan ko dito kasi puro mga lamang adik ang nasa Facebook mo. Puro lang mga katatawanan linalagay mo dun. Ayusin mo muna ang Facebook mo.)

Seriously? Can't I be admirable and stupid at the same time?  Wahahahahaha.

Home Alone (nth time)

My sister left me. Two of my older cousins left me, too. The kids here left me. That means I am alone this New Year, the same scenario that is happening for the last fourteen years. Everyone just disappear. Everyone just want to spend the holiday season somewhere else and not with their family. 

Had I learned earlier about their going I could have gone somewhere first, somewhere where? That is a very difficult question you see. I have a midterm exam on January 2 and I had the PDFs printed yesterday. I reviewed my notes, just a few pages actually. So, having a short vacation is not part of the plan.

I want to call her. THE HER. But I was hesitant so I just sent her a smiley, just a smiley. No words. No special message, just an emoticon. LOL. She didn't even reply. How could I be so damn obvious! Holiday delicious ham, spaghetti and coke were my dinner.

Happy New Year folks!

Staring at You

I was sort of hoping,

That you would come along,

Like the answer to a prayer,

And the music to a song.

Like the kind of thing that happens,

At a special place and time,

That will change our lives forever,

Like a fantasy of mine.

The fantasy was there before,

I ever knew your name,

And now that I have found you,

We will never be the same.

So, pardon, if I look at you,

Forgive me if I stare,

At the fantasy I knew before,

I saw you standing there.

For I was always hoping,

That you would come along,

Like the answer to a prayer,

And the music to a song

Note: I didn't write this poem. I stumbled upon this literary art in the web and realized that this is something worth sharing. Unfortunately, this poem doesn't have a title and the writer's name revealed herself only as Rachel.

Another Puppy Love...

After a five-minute drive from my boarding house, I turned off the ignition and left my cab improperly at the parking space since I was sure that someone would come and park it symmetrically along with a dozen other motorcyles. Sometimes, I asked myself if my having a motorcycle is a wise idea or it is just a show off of my boastful character. I also wonder if it's a waste of money.

It was a cloudy Sunday yesterday. I loved days like that, the air is not too hot and not too cold, just right. But despite the neutral weather, someone made me blush that I could almost see myself as a red pepper masquerader. Here's the story.

I like first Sundays, mainly because a church offers free purple juice drink and bread. Okay, perhaps I am beaing mean and that's not really what I want to say because yesterday wasn't first Sunday, it was the second.

As I climbed the stairs, I opt to make the proper steps, the ones that show formality, just enough to give me ample time to see her standing beside the doorcase if ever she was there. But sad to say, she wasn't there. It was another usherette.

I was disappointed. But I took the dissapointment out of my mind because my being there was not because of my newly-born puppy love or anything that would imply as something cheesy. I wanted to be religious that time, though it might sound so ridiculous if ever one of my friends hear me saying this.

As I enter the church, I made sure that a joyful aura envelopes my presence. The praise and worship started already and I paused for a while to find a seat , picking a row that has a vacant chairs for two. Actually, nobody was with me that time since I usually go to church alone but I wanted two vacant chairs because I didn't want people to think that I'm with somebody. The room was crowded with young people. For a moment, I found two vacant chairs.

Suddenly, "Hello, are you alone?" It was a female voice coming from my right side. Then, I turned my head and answered....Okay, I wasn't able to answer right away...It was her...LOADING...BUFFERING...The dissapointment washed away...

Should I speak English? I thought to myself. "Actually, I was looking for a friend," I stretched my neck upwards, acting as if I was searching for somebody, my eyes wandering the crowd. "I think she's not here.... so I think I'm alone." I did a good English without stammering. I feel more at ease talking to girls nowadays. I'm old enough.

Then, I smiled, my eyes met hers. She's so lovely and her beauty an oriental. (I think we look good together. Haha) She smiled back, and I stood there for a couple of seconds not saying anything. "I think there's a vacant chair over there." She pointed it out using her little finger.

"Where? I can't see anything. Medyo daghang tawo man." I laughed softly. "This way," she ushered me to my seat.

'Thanks," I said.

She just smiled at walked away. Never saw her again after the service. THE END.