on my way home in the LRT… wala ako sa sarili ko, inside the train, im thinking everything and namalayan ko nalang nasa Cubao na ako, Legarda to Cubao i possessed with sadness, tulala walang gana. them i got home, my mom said “kumain ka na” then i replied “wala ako gana” then i go to my room and take my rest, but it keeps bothering me, asking “bakit ako nagkakaganito?” napapadalas nanaman ang pagiging magagalitin ko, stressed ba ako? o sadyang marami lang ang iniisip ko? then i grabbed my guitar and play Collide and Biglaan, and i realised what is the reason why we collided, and is it too fast for us to have this and that (biglaan). then i get my pencil and yellow pad paper and start to write……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
vague which cause of confusion turns to give up things, im not saying i give up on things which i have and things to have. bothering, sometimes we need to receive and not only to give, nauubos din ang tubig sa baso kapag nagpapainom ka, nauubusan din tayo; kailangan din natin tumanggap minsan kahit papaano ng kakaunting patak ng tubig, hindi naman kailangan na madami o malaki ang ating hilingin, yung sapat lang, to fill up what is empty or lost.
every sorry has a new beginning, has a new word to say, and has a new “hi” to utter, sometimes sorry means goodbye, but im not saying goodbye, im quite bothered. i love someONE but im being ignored always, di ako nababothered sa pag ignore, but in Loving someONE which i dont know if shes serious on what im doing. on my previous blog entry i quoted the work of Nicholas Sparks saying “I finally understood what true love meant…love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.” i always make her smile, and happy; when we are together i like to point my finger to her nose or cheeks, walking too far to prolong the time that we are together. but started to think, am i doing this to make me smile, because shes not interested, for the jokes, and things ive done to make her happy? or am i pointing my own nose because shes not there to point mine? or am i walking to myself to prolong the pain of my feet? am i all doing this just for myself, because i see a black and white, and not her existence of red and blue.
im being skeptic nowadays, by her refusals… im asking why? then i realised im not her ideal guy! yes im tall, im not smart (a frustrated underdog law student, not even posted his name on top 30 golden stags), and not handsome. im just a simple guy who wants to make comfortable when we are together, a guy who balance everything just to make sure that everything is okay and no one to his responsibilities get left behind, a guy who pursue things to feel that he is unique; pero para daw ako si _____ she said, i know im not like him but sobrang lungkot ko, i try to have a new perspective in life, after all the sacrifices like what Nicholas Sparks said to make someone happy ay katulad parin pa pala ako sa pangkaraniwang tao.
now am i certain with what i have said above? your mood affects the way you feel and the way you write….. or maybe im tired or stressed! just like what the song said IM INLOVE and IM TERRIFIED.