it happened in a flash

from non-existence to something so... significant and visceral

as quickly as i realized i'm seeing something i haven't seen in a long time

the vision soon vacates my eyes

i'm left with arms reaching out still trying to catch the flickers in my hands...

and now we're back to where we started

knowing nothing about each other

as strangers are.

nothing

for awhile gravity seemed to forget about me

and now

now it firmly sets me down and holds me still with these other people with the same fate as me

we're waiting to be free from the ground just one more time...

bwisit.

Currently listening to: teriyaki boyz... but in my head lang

finally it's getting easier. though i'm left with a pretty nasty scab.

i finally realized that i'm at my most productive when i'm down.

it's a pretty fucked up way to get me to do things

but hey...

it works

hahaha.

shet malas ko.

status: pondering the thought of going on a pilgrimage to my mecca (which would be your condo) as i watch the skaters in global city glide through the concrete ocean

i constantly think of you and hope that i left behind some kind of void

sadly as i shake the magic 8ball of agony (nax) all signs point to no

but who knows? i never thought you could cry. that was a bittersweet surprise

i pray that i can find a distraction strong enough

'til then, your face that's burnt into my goddam eyelids is what i'll be seeing for now... which wouldn't be so bad...

...

if you were still mine.

hindi ko na talaga kaya. You could give me 20 pounds of accounting and experimental psychology papers (each) and i'd rejoice at it.

that'd be nothing like continuously ramming your head into a block of ice.

i can't even crack you.

just when i thought i did, i realize you're way bigger than i thought.

horrible things come from the smallest, cutest packages.

a few more straws... honestly.. i don't think i can handle more abuse.

more thoughtless, heartless, cruel abuse

as i listen to winehouse... well whine

i recall the last time we were happy

and all i see is black with a small peephole. infinitesimal. pathetic. pipe dreams would be more feasible.

if i could, i honestly would

detach my pathetic self from your icy grip

they don't make clubs big enough that someone can smack me on the head with that'll make me snap out of it.

that was a sentence fragment

i know

my grammar's really bad now.

but i don't care

yours is worse

go to hell.

para atleast matunaw ka ng konte

tang-ina ka talagaaaa

Currently listening to: amy huwinehouse
Currently reading: bakuman
Currently feeling: drained

what the hell... phelps can smoke up but the curious teenagers of the philippines can't? that ain't fair...

they're letting an olympian off the hook and a college student can't bring 5 pounds of hash to embassy?

sorry. i just clicked on firefox and there it was splattered on my homepage. hahaha

i should grow a beard...

-briggs ouuut!!!!