making out

nagsisiksikan sa kakarampot na sofa
hindi iniisip kung anong oras na ba
sinasamantala ang napakaikling sandali
nakatagilid, nakasandal ka sa aking harapan
aking dibdib at kaliwang kamay ang ginagawang unan
hindi mapakali ang mapanuri kong kanang kamay
kinakapa ang kurba ng iyong bewang
ng iyong balakang, ng iyong likuran
kay lambot, kay kinis ng iyong mga hita
kay bango ng iyong buhok, ng iyong batok
ng iyong leeg, ng iyong hininga
kay lambot, kay tamis ng iyong labi
kay likot ng iyong dila
napapasinghap at di makahinga
sa pagnamnam ng kakarampot
at kay ramot na sandali..

surrender?

Can't Fight This Feeling

I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever
I said there is no reason for my fear
Cause I feel so secure when we're together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear

And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
I've been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl
Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find

And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.

Si Jabcy the Gingerbread Girl at ang Big Bad Wolf

noong unang panahon sa Di-Kalayuang-Kaharian ay may isang maliit na gingerbread na nagngangalang jabcy. napakatahimik ng kanyang buhay, wala siyang ginagawa buong maghapon kungdi kumain ng kumain ng leche flan. paborito nya ang leche flan, hindi ko alam kung bakit. at hindi nya rin alam kung bakit. basta ang alam lang niya ay kumain ng kumain ng leche flan.

lumipas ang mga araw, tuloy pa rin si jabcy the Gingerbread Girl sa pagkain ng leche flan. hindi nya namalayan na lumaki na pala sya ng lumaki. dati kasing laki lang sya ng cookie mold, sa konting panahon lang ay mas lumaki na sya kaysa sa oven. tapos ng mga sumunod pang mga araw ay kasing laki na sya ng dough processing equipment. at nung sumunod pang mga araw, ay naging kasing laki na sya ng buong bakery. grabe! nagrereklamo na tuloy yung baker boy na nagluto sa kanya. dahil di na sya makapag-bake, lagi kasing nakahambalang ang malalaking binti ni jabcy sa loob at labas ng bakery.

nung isang araw, lunes yata yon o martes. pero malamang linggo, ay may dumating na isang maangas at barubal na Big Bad Wolf sa Di-Kalayuang-Kaharian. pero wag kayong matakot, dahil di sya kumakain ng kung ano-ano lang. pihikan sya. mas trip nya ang mangulit at manggulo lang. nariyang pagpapalitin nya ng port ang keyboard at mouse ng computer mo, lalagyan nya ng thumbtacks ang lamesa mo sa office para pag kinausap ka ng boss mo at inilapat ang palad sa lamesa ay ayun na, aray! minsan, pagpapalitin nya ang label ng asukal at asin sa pantry, pareho kasi ng lalagyanan eh at kung anu-ano pa. lagi nya rin palang pinag-tritripan ang 3 blind mice. yon, ganon lang ang mga trip ni Big Bad Wolf.

to be continued...

continuation (click here)

The Boston Drama

by Typecast

Standard pick-up lines that
seems to wreck your bones...
Can this be a sequel
of my dying hope?
Chasing down a never ending make-believe...
You're a perfect match of consistency

You're image is stamp beneath the
insides of my heart...
Now you're gone,
I don't know where to start...
The evidence is showing like
a stable apprehension
But you're the only one who's apt
for this affection (this affection)...

Will you come back in a heartbeat?
Don't be confused of what a great thing we can be
Take a walk on the same street
Can you tell me how Boston is like without me?