The Jump

My days have gone by in your absence
Barely striving in the trials and won by chance
Aching and failing, the recovery is unwelcome
I will not be comforted, just get life done

I refuse solace and your love, you are not him
Just leave, I’m broken, shattered to pieces too thin
I mustn’t go on, nothing makes sense nor matters
The pain has swallowed me, my soul is devoured

The blood is forever flowing, the body breathing
This flesh is living, though the heart’s dead and not beating
The oceans are alive as well, their waters bright blue
Everything looks perfect, but his soul in heaven has a different view

Why is this happening? How could you leave me standing?
While you are in paradise here your promises are left breaking
Alone in this life so cold, my soul releases a deafening cry
Desperate, the dark clouds above the cliffs—oh, they let me fly!

All my life I’ve thought of you, as I fall now I still do
But soon this goat will go to hell, God could be cruel
I will forever be apart from you, please let this be a dream
When I wake up, we are alive and you are with me

Oh, is this really happening? It seems so real
In my love my greatest sin is born and killed
Safe inside myself, this endless capture is burning
We live again, I taste life again, oh, I am here!

The Death of Summer

This sun is driving its way to the west

It gives way to fresh rain

Helios rides into the absence of day

he leaves us with the beautiful stars

Well, school is about to start. I'm anxious because I've just transferred into a new school and the chills are running down my spine. The chills of loneliness and yearning.

I'm starting college all over again, oh poor me!

Speaking of chills, the funniest freak-out happened tonight.

I've been driving with my dad down this long and winding road and I never really felt anything creepy whenever we did. Until tonight when my sister unraveled the fact that this road was actually THE Balete Drive.

and we were about to drive through it within 2 minutes.

Oh. My. God.

I was alone in the backseat, and being the paranoid wimp that I am, I started freaking out. Then she said, "You know, the ghost can sense your fear."

Oh, thanks a lot, sister. That totally calmed me down.

So I tried to cover up my fear with humor. I started pretending I was groping her.

But it didn't work. I've seen enough scary flicks to just forget about the ghost in the backseat being seen in the rearview mirror. So I did with all my dignity: I crawled onto my sister's lap in the passenger seat.

Oh well, what the hell.

Pinoy Blonde?

I am peeved out by pinoys dyeing their hair with a color that is so not their shade.

Few can carry platinum blonde. Heck, even caucasians can't all carry it.

Same goes with Yanni Yuzon.

What the hell is he thinking?

I mean, are my eyes playing tricks on me, or did he really have a platinum 'do?

And what the hell is up with the cowboy hat?

Brokeback is still fresh, my dear Romeo. You shouldn't wear the hat. Not even if you're Yanni Yuzon.

Ooh, I hope Yael doesn't walk his bro's hairstyle-shoes.

I read Candy's October 2005 ish, where Yael and Champ were featured. Man, I have a new found respect for Champ. He had a relationship with the same girl for get this- SIX YEARS.

WOW.

As for Yael, not only did he confess he liked the Backstreet Boys, but he gave away several hints that he is a fan of Friends.

Well, as long as he doesn't don blonde hair and cowboy hats a la Heath Ledger, he's fine by me.

A Good Slap on the Face

Man.

I totally blew it in Accounting.

I don't want to sound arrogant or stubborn or like I'm sourgraping or something, but I think i could've done a much better job had I taken it more seriously.

I mean, I had a movie marathon watching DVDs with my sister the whole day bafore the final exam. Instead of reviewing Investments, Inventory and the Balance Sheet, I chose to watch King Kong (fairly good movie), Just Like Heaven (funny), and Harry Potter 4.

So I got what I deserve.

A crunch-your-balls, I-don't-give-a-f*ck-if-this-ruins-your-record, go-ahead-and-cry-your-eyes-out, this-will-make-you-stick-your-head-outta-yo-ass failing grade.

DAMN.

It's like a really called-for, long-delayed slap on the face.

no, more like someone strangling you then when you're about to die releases his grip and lets you breathe again only so he could torture you again. Then he ties you up and tickles you till your throat goes dry. Then he lets you sleep and when he notices you smiling in your sleep, he wakes you up with a full blast of that weird Indian "Ipichakang" music. Then he sadistically smiles and starts torturing you again only now with a chainsaw. Then he throws you in a pool to drown, but before you do, he throws in the plugged chainsaw so that you die of electricution and not of drowning.

Damn.

That kind of torture.

Or something equally bad, like giving you an 80" Plasma TV with no cable tv. And a faulty remote.

Damn.

I guess I had it coming.

But now I can finally go and study a course that I love.

Ooooh, I'm so excited.

A Fortunate Accident

I hate our two new dogs.

Bor and Chichi. I wish they'd get lost! Or eat something and choke then die. Or get run over by a ten wheeler, that way they'd be under the wheel 5 times. Aargh.

I abhor their presence.

They are very destructive creatures, I tell ya. They chew on everything.

They eat everything.

I remember throwing bacon fat at them and they caught it with their mouths and tugged then fought over it. The bacon fat.

Then they lick the carton box of my yogurt drink, like they could taste what's inside.
They jump so high, they caught the potato chip from my hand, as I was about to put it in my mouth. Not only did they rob me of my chip, but I had to go inside the house to wash my hands so I could eat the rest.

The chili pepper thing didn't work. Whoever said feeding dogs chili peppers would lighten their appetites was clueless. The two mutts even licked it off their noses.

They eat everything! I even caught them eating grass!

GRASS!!!

Even my pet rabbit Giovanni didn't eat grass. He preferred pechay and cabbages. Though I think he might've been gay cause he always went brokeback on my other male rabbit Jovi.

I have really weird pets.

Though the words above suggest otherwise, I really love dogs (with the exception of those two rotten pooches). Especially my dog, Husky Baby.

I named her that because when I bought her, I thought she was a siberian Husky. This is what she looked like as a pup:




Then she grew up and i found out she's not a siberian husky after all, but a Norwegian Buhund: This dog looks exactly like her, except Husky has a lighter shade of eyes.


They start out as gray pups, then turn this tan/cream color when they grow older.
Husky is my beloved pet. I adore her. She is so lazy. She lays on her back all freakin' day, then wags her tail and twitches her paw, like she has some sort of dog down syndrome or something. But I love her to death.

I used to think "Why is my Siberian Husky's coat turning yellow?"

I got scared. I thought Poochini, my sister's late dog (run over by a car) who had that yellowish color was possessing my puppy.

Now I understand It's just normal for Norwegian Buhunds.

cool.