broken heart... who cares?

What's so scary about falling for someone? Is it the sleepless nights, neglected meals, awkward moments? The moments when your eyes meet and you purposely flick your eyes in another direction, but with her still having your complete focus. Or if she or someone else will notice that you covertly took her picture. Or the smiles that you unsuccessfully try to hide.

It's the rejection of course, when she rejects and denies ever having you in her life. When you hold her hand and she breaks away. When you can't do anything but sit and watch and wonder if she will ever look at you again without a pinch of contempt in her lips. When all you can do is wait for the time when she is completely lost from your life.

My angel... the heartbreaker.

But my heart's been broken countless times before, and look I'm still here. Your smile still takes away all my weariness, and gives me strength to mend a heart you've crushed.

don't take my AK47 away

Four minutes.
I'm gonna have to run the rest of the way up to the clock. I'll just have to park, but here comes manong with his mirror-on-a-pole. I'm sure it'll just be a negligible delay.

Three minutes.
Oh yes manong, I keep a weapon cachet on the underside of my vehicle. That's a rocket propelled grenade jutting out where the muffler is supposed to be. What, my trunk? There's nothing there but a spare tire and a few dismembered body parts.

Two minutes.
Just let me in, if I were a terrorist and wanted to make headlines, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't bomb a parking area. No one will shed tears and boo the government for a dozen destroyed cars ans SUVs.

One minute.
Within the last stretch of my struggled race from bed to desk, not the traffic along morning EDSA but the unoptimized use of both elevators that proved the insurmountable challenge.

Zero.
As both elevators' doors open with a ding, a body-clock six stories above switches into red ink with a clack.

Aw hell, might as well go for that apple pie.

late night friday

We were laughing, having fun; dancing, jerking around,
You were conversing with your friends, oblivious to our racuous merriment.
Our attention to an antiquated accessory, a pair of large yellow-tone sunglasses.
We kept trying it on for amusement, looking ridiculous in turn.
Then you put them on.
And I couldn't find anything to laugh about.
For looking at me was an angel, of flowing midnight-dark hair and her accentuated eyes that beamed brighter than any star.
The fool instantly lost in her gaze.

My angel... the killjoy.

You took away my one reason to laugh, and you gave me all the reasons to smile.

that damn bus

While driving to work, I came across this bus that was entirely painted in a well-known pizza food chain theme. The memory of the encounter would've been completely lost and forgotten as the gargantuan traffic obstruction passed (with me casting a few curses up his direction), but illustrated on a rear window was a man with a celphone supposedly inside but desperately trying to see the number for the pizza delivery. I'm sure that made at least one driver smile that morning.

It can only be described as... silly. But quite an effective marketing technique. It was the only thing in my mind that morning. And I'm sure it'll pop up even after a few months later. While other brands try to outdo each other by making their commercials look "cool" (a beer brand and telco come to mind), its the silly ones that win with brand name recall. How can we ever forget commercials with lines such as "Kitang kita, mas malaki sa ***a", or the Nano-nano jingle?

We forgot all about the cool guys and girls and their "in" hairdos and wardrobe. We forgot all about your celebrity talk and your machismo walk. Because what we remember are the people that stayed with us, our small talks, our late night phone calls, our embarassing moments.

Those $&#@! buses... I'll break off their steering wheels and smack their wrists with it.