{ Ramblings }

Of Flatteries and Compliments

Z: Pare, maganda rin pala eyes mo.
Me: Bakit may muta ba ako? (sabay kuskos sa mga mata)
Z: Pare, nice answer.
Me: Hahaha! Oo nga pala dapat thank you.

This excerpt of some sort happened while Z and I were loafing/whiling away our time during our emyolab class Thursday afternoon. I guess I am one of those weird people who do not know how to properly react to flatteries and compliments. Tsk! Tsk! Sarcasm's been my middle name these days and it's kind of getting scary already. Are there any special schools for kids like moi who do not know how to react properly to flatteries and compliments? ^_^


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Hell Week Epilogue

Next week is the week before HELL WEEK. Almost all of our professors think they are the only class that we have for this term. I have readings that are almost three inches thick. I have two presentations I ought to start researching. I have a paper due this Monday. I have four papers due on different days on Hell Week. Tsk! Tsk! And I am still too lazy to start any of them. Guess I'll be slaving around these coming days just so I could complete all my requirements. Mind you, I am not complaining nor am I ranting. ^_^


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My Man

How I wish that I would always be the first person who wakes you up in the morning. How I long for those coming days wherein you will be the last and first person I will be with. How I would love filling my days, nights and years-- of memories with you -- good, bad, bitter, sweet, bearable, unbearable -- memories which I will look back to when all my teeth are gone and my hair gray as the asphalt roads of Manila. How I long for your generous hugs and kisses which always makes me fell I am home: no need to pretend, no need to lie, no need to put on a facade but just be the real ME. How I wish for and would treasure the moments you fall asleep with me, one arm draped lovingly and protectively over me. How I love the times (though very short and few) that I spend with you. How I love our quiet talks -- the topics range from absurd to reality. I love it when you tell me I think too much; it makes me feel smart and somehow a sensible person. Constantly I pray that whatever times that we have right now would not bid us goodbye too soon. I dread the day when reality will get to us and I have to make a decision from my very short list of options.

I know most of the times I ramble on too much, thank you for listening to me. I have complained and said things that I now regret saying, I hope you will forgive me. A lot of things have changed. Your assumption that things are unchanged is very wrong. You're not as insensitive as I thought you were. You have a tenderness in you that I have never seen during the two years that we were together for the first time/try. You are now more protective of me, which sometimes seem funny to me because even though I don't tell people about you they know I love only one person and they would never have a chance with me. Somehow these days, you are more caring. . .more loving.
You may never turn out to be the man who will open doors for me or willingly take off the shrimp skin/shell using a fork and a knife for me but I know that you will always be the man-kid who can make me laugh whenever I am sad, who will kiss me gently on my forehead, who will listen to my endless ramblings, who will always inject jokes at time when serious matters are being discussed. You will always be the man who will sit quietly beside me and quietly observe how I act around my friends. You will always be the man whom I will always lovingly gaze at and sometimes run my hand through your hair and face, trying my hardest to put into my memory the way your skin feels, how long and wonderful your lashes are, how your brows arch and how your nose have this almost unnoticeable crook in it. You will always be the man whose hand I would always love to hold on to. You will always be the man whom I will always have difficulty to say no to. You are my weakness and at the same time my strength. You are my fears, hopes, dreams and my prayers. You are home to me. You are my man in spite of and despite of your weakness, flaws and mistakes.


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I am Angel. . . braving the odds and taking the risk.