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This is a continuation of the "Chronicles of a Mumbo-jumbo Honcho" and solely devoted to the period of my withdrawal from my addiction to a red hair dye and all the things that came and went with it. The rest is myth.

Red

October 14, 2009

This is an excerpt from an unfinished creation started right before February 14, 2009.

Ayaw kong magbigay ng red roses. Naisip ko hindi naman iyon kailangang-kailangan lalo na’t wala pang “tayo” at wala pang gumagawa ng paraan upang maging “tayo.” Naisip ko baka kasi ‘di mo ‘yon magustuhan at lalo ka lamang matauhan na hindi ako bagay sa ‘yo. Pero gusto kita at ‘di ko lubos maisip kung bakit patuloy ako sa pagkakagago sa paghihintay sa takdang panahon na maibahagi ko sa ‘yo kung gaano na kalaki ang sukat na kinuha mo sa puso ko.

Ayoko’ng magbigay ng red roses. Ang alam ko ‘pag nagbigay ako non, pinipilit ko lamang ang sarili ko na makihalubilo sa overcrowded na daigdig ng mga may kairog sa araw na iyon. Kung hindi pa ngayon ang panahon para bigyan kita ng panahon para bigyan ng red roses wala na akong magagawa doon. May iba pa namang paraan para maipakita ko sa iyo ang kung ano man ang dapat mong makita mula sa akin. Kaya nga ako nagsusulat dito para isipin mo na kahit wala kang red na matanggap sa araw na iyon, maiisip mo na pinagpuyatan ko ‘to at ito ang naging dahilan para mamula naman ang puti ng mga mata ko ng matapos ko ang entry na ‘to (which hindi nga), despite sa tambak na deadline natin sa SGV.

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this is pakness

Posted by thesecretgarden at October 16, 2009, 5:41 pm

oi, clark! hell, yeah! haha!

Posted by thesecretglenhol at August 17, 2010, 2:36 pm

fuck man! this is me right now.
tho without the red roses.
parang tayo na hindi..

pero me I want to walk away, im jus fickle minded. thats why im kinda crazy
i find it now na ang pagpapaasa ay stupidity.

if the person doesnt want a relationship or commitment. somethings wrong. excess ng 7 kilos bagahe nyan or jus wanna play.

anyway.

Posted by nienna at September 2, 2010, 10:46 pm

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nienna:

in reference to what u wrote, yes I know what you meant. fuckit, i know! lol in the short course of time, I have my heart broken as well, like the crazy carnival rides. a friend even mentioned” do it once ur excused. do it the second time around, ur stupid”. I did it the third time, what does that make me? its more than crazy. but I cant help it. Perhaps its insanity. but I dig you. whatever u have? im sure I can top u on that. Lol be grateful, just think theres always some one more irrational than you. perhaps im one of them.

thesecretglenhol:

nienna:
thanks again for dropping by!

nienna:

musta sir! I hope you’d write more.. fan?! lol!

Goodluck in your endeavors..

nienna:

thanks for visiting! Hmmm u were talking about the Fine Frenzy album: Haha, well I do like Almost Lover. However, I like almost all songs in the album.. they somewhat melt into one that sometimes I lost track na which song is playing.. I’ve learned to love those songs kasi there was a time that whenever I listen to the album, i keep on repeating some of those (Almost lover and You Pick me in particular - that’s why I love earphones!) cos this was dedicated to some people in my past. Lol talambuhay!

glenhol:

that would be cool. thanks!

nienna:

:)
by the way is it ok if I include your blog on my list? well, I’ll still gonna do it even if you say no. haha kidding.
good day!

glenhol:

to nienna:
what a good soul you have right there. thanks for dropping in. hehe

nienna:

wala akong magawa a while ago, i started reading some of ur works. I hate it that it sounded like mine. I love it cos it does sound like my thoughts, only on a diff perspective, different situation, different on everything but all the same. I love how you put the words together. How crudely honest each irony is.

Do continue writing i hope. it warms a frost bitten soul.

nienna: