Lahat naman tayo nakaramdam na ng lungkot
Lungkot na hindi mo alam kung saan nagmula
Lungkot na hindi mo alam kung ano ang dahilan
Lungkot na hindi mo alam kung ano ang kinahihinatnan
Pero ang pinaka nakakalungkot sa lahat e yung puno ng tao sa isang kwarto
Puno ng tunog at salita
Puno ng biruan at tawanan
Pero ramdam **** nag-iisa ka
Ramdam **** hindi ka nababagay sa lugar na naroon ka
Sa pagkakataong ito, hindi mo alam kung bakit hindi mo kayang makisali at magkunwaring masaya nalang
Kung sa mga nakaraang araw kinaya mo naman
Nakakapagod ano?
Nakakapagod magkunwaring masaya
Nakakapagod magkunwaring kaya mo pa
Pero alam naman natin
Eto yung pagod na hindi kayang gamutin ng pahinga
Eto yung pagod na hindi kayang idaan sa alak o ng yosi man lang
Eto yung pagod na hindi kayang idaan sa maghapong hilata sa kama
Eto yung pagod na hindi kayang gamutin o kahit dampi ng matinding menthol ng salonpas sa nangangalay na kasu-kasuan
Etong yung pagod na hindi kayang gamutin ng efficascent oil na suki ng buong pamilya
Eto yung pagod na dama ng kaibuturan at kaluluwa
Eto yung pagod na mahirap punan ng lunas kasi hindi mo alam kung bakit ang bigat sa pakiramdam
Iyong pag napabayaan o mali ang diagnosis mo e pwedeng lumikha ng sanga-sangangang maliit at mas komplikadong dahilan ng kapaguran
Kung pwede lang mapawi ang lungkot sa bawat malalim na buntong hininga ang ngalay na dama ng kaluluwa
Yung tuwang hatid damay lahat ng parte ng kabuuan
Isama mo pa pati yung sangkatutak na split ends mas lalo na ang mga pimples na ayaw kang lubayan
Alam ko,  pagod ka narin
Sadyang nakakapagod lang talagang gumising sa umagang walang kulay
Sa mundong malawak at mapaglaro
Sa mga tulang isinulat pero walang laman
Sa mga nasambit na salitang wala man lang naantig
Sa mga matang blanko na walang ningning
Sa mga patok na banat pero hindi naman nakinabang
Sa mga mensahe sa inbox na puro lang chain messages ang laman galing sa kakilala **** di na umahon sa pagiging jejemon
Sa mga text ni Baby aka 8888 na pinapaalala kang expired na pala ang iyong load
Talaga namang nakakapagod ang mundo
Minsan nga nakakagago
Itulog nalang natin 'to, ano?
Ayan tayo e, dinadaan sa tulog ang lahat
Pero malay mo nga naman, baka sakaling sa mahabang paglimot sa mundo, isang panaginip lang pala ang lahat ng sakit
Hindi lang siguro dahil tamad kaya natutulog pero eto na marahil yung senyales ng pagsuko sa laban
Sa pagpiling takasan panandalian ang buhay at baka sakaling sa panaginip matupad ang nais ng puso
Kasi sa totoong buhay ang hirap tanggapin ang bawat sampal ng pagkabigo
Yung bang dalawang klase ng pagkabigo
Yung todo bigay ka sa una pero bokya ka parin
At yung isa naman, yung natatakot ka ng sumunggab at tinikop ka na agad ng takot
Beterana na nga ata sa larangan ng pagiging olats
Nganga kung nganga
Nada kung nada
Itlog kung itlog
Pero hindi pa tapos ang kwento
Malayo pa ang lalakbayin
May natitira pa naman sigurong alas dyan na di pa naitataya
Positibo naman ako na sa negatibong sitwasyon makakaalpas din
Lahat naman ng bagay lumilipas, parang yung paboritong pantalon na sa kakasuot unti-unting kumukupas
Tulad ng chika ng karakter sa pinapanood kong korean nobela, Fighting daw!
Minsan may pakinabang din pala ang pagharap sa telebisyon sa ganitong pagkakataon
Ngayon, alas otso medya ng gabi sinusulat ang mga katagang nais ilabas ng puso
Habang wala pang tugon mula sa itaaas
Salamat sa oras na tibok ng puso
Kakapit muna ako kay Captain Yoo
Sa seryoso pero nakakakilig na ugali,
Sa swabe niyang mga the moves,
Sa grabehan niyang mga titig,
At sa mala-fairytale nilang storya,
Captain, ako nalang please!
Ang huling pagkapagod kong nais ireklamo
Siguro sa paghihintay na may isang Captain Yoo Shijin na darating, na kikiliti sa pagod kong puso at magbibigay ng rasong ipagpatuloy ang labang kinapusan na ng dahilan.

Chika the angel in the distant clouds.
Treads slowly along the utopic path.
With eternity's splendour in your grip,
you were awoken by melodious sounds,
played by celestials who guided your trip.
You fled divinity's eternal wrath,
to dwell in realms of laughter infinite.
Those on earth have said a final goodnight,
desiring someday to share in this bliss,
when we like you will earn the Saviour's kiss.

8:00 AM, Monday, Nov. 14th, 2016: Alarm goes off.

He rag-dolls himself across the flat. Past the paintings that huddle on the floor against the walls, past the unpacked boxes concaving from dust and into the shower where he keeps the alarm clock and pliers to turn on the broken shower handle. The bed is a place where thoughts unravel like yarn that one can never quite ravel back to its former integrity, so he doesn’t like to stay there long. Instead he concentrates on the two-day **** smell that trademarks his bathroom. Always two-day ****? He thinks. Never one-day?


“WHAAAP WHAAAP Click” he hits the alarm with the edge of his fist and starts the water, which hits the floor of the tub in a carbonated rattle that emulates the patter of the office water cooler being rinsed and refilled, rinsed and refilled for the last twelve years (his personal duration with the company). Avoiding the water cooler is thirsty work but allows him to dodge creepy office gossip. It is enough in the morning to have to shout “good morning!” in a practiced timbre and twist one’s face into a look of serenity to flaunt at coworkers. These, at least, he’s mastered. He thinks practicing these last two items out loud.


Feeling reasonably damp he shuts off the water, towels down, climbs into the clothing he set out the night prior, grabs his computer bag (also pre-stocked/sorted) and marches through the front door, hair still damp, climbing through the frozen city air coloured by police sirens and the familiar song of commuter impatience and into his Honda, saturated in tree-air-freshener fumes.

The radio: “BOW CHIKA! BOW CHIKA! Bow Bow HEY!….Clap along if you feel like a room without a….” bludgeons him through the stereo so he cranks it louder still and try to keep up for about a block, voice horse and deprived, so he settles for a low hum but ultimately feels like a ******* and opts for silence. When the thoughts start to unravel, he turns the stereo back on, half mast.

The bassy throbs of his heart assaults his rib cage, so he’s almost at work.
“Hello! HeelloO!” He practices again bringing the car to a stop, his left foot hitting the pavement as the Honda leans forward, backwards, then goes still. “HE—llo!” Back through the frozen morning, fiddling the keys in the lock and into the building.

The front door of the office presents its sickly yellow face and last minute sighs are exhaled.
“H…cough HeelloO!” He invites.
“Morning! Debbie returns. “Hey!” answers Rick. “Yo, yo,” says the intern whose name he feel terrible about forgetting. “How you doin’ today, Mr. C?” He asks.
Why the **** would he ask me that, it’s 9am, he thinks, but musters a “Me? Great!” in a tone that plainly sounds like Droopy Dog after receiving news from a physician that begins with “I’m sorry, Droopy” so he adds “just another day in paradise!” Something he picked up from young ****-types in university. 
“You?” he directs the question not only to the intern but the entire room to demonstrate gusto.
“Living the dream!” Says intern; “Couldn’t be better!” Says Debbie;  “Another beautiful day! Another beautiful day…” Says Rick.
They stare back at him with their mouth-corners quivering, eyes twitching, neck-veins prominent. They’re literally bursting from the seams with zeal! He thinks.
“Couldn’t be better,” he thinks. “Living the dream.” He settles into his headphones, a small fire welling in his gut. Don’t these people ever get tired of being “great?” He thinks, queuing “Three Little Birds” on his iPod, watching the waves move in, then out, in, then out on his new animated “beach theme” desktop background. 



He settles into his headphones but can’t distract his way out of the thought: why can’t I live the dream? Why everybody else, and more importantly, why not me?

Manny Pacman won his fight
His 50+ year old fans stand and unite (in Macau because they are the only ones who can afford going there)
Mommy D with her rosary
Looking like she is summoning something
With the shrieks and roars she's committing
Its a good thing she didn't **** anything

The teen peeps in twitter tweeting about the fight
Hoping to get ten rt's or likes
Some are about winning
And others are more of the "internet type"
But who cares? A fight is a fight !

Manny Pacman is now relived
He prayed to God and thanked thee
Now suddenly he is stressed and in distress
Because he needs to think of songs for his upcoming concert

Here in the Philippines
Heroes and villains unite
Police and criminals have a drink
Kris and Boy make more chika
Because it is a bongga day to day
Cuz Manny won the fight

She kept searching
Only to find her jeans didint hold all the secrets to life

I donte wante to rush nothing
I donte wante man to rush to slip his slippery tounge in Ma mouth.
I wante man to rush wit ring on ma finger first
And be a dedicated boye
A husban.
Not a man who donte takee kare of his chika

I want him
He luvs her
She don luv him tho,,
But he luv his mi amour
But I kan be his mour
If he wuld ever talk to me
Maby he read this
If he get back on HP
I kuld be betta
I'd give this all
I Maby some rich chika
But for him wuld give it all
But he luv her
Bekause he blind
To go afta one
Who don give him her time



Yup yuo got so manee who want yuo boy
And yup yuo love girl who don love yuo bak
Yuo kno if Eva want me which yuo don't kus yuo loves her
Yuo kould always have me but Kant have one who don't luv or want me kus yuo luv her /:

If I would
go through
that magical roller coaster
journey again
—to be with you...

I will set through,
I will keep on trying,
because

I want that smile—
—your precious smile.
A simple modest smile of a Filipina from the time of Maria Clara— sparingly moves of the lips that reflects your true beauty inside.

I want to hear your laughter,
conveying sounds of fun and excitement
with the voice of sweet and tender like an angel from the Heavenly Father— trying to conceal and be okay amidst the sadness

I like the way you sleep inside the room,
innocent with a face of true sleeping beauty —doesn't care what others may say.

I like your mindset,
the way you see someone as worthy as you,
even though—we both know—you're
more than them.

I love to hear your angelic voice,
singing your favorite song along with your wooden guitar.

I love our simple conversation,
telling how our days went, our problems; and what's so-called chika.  And you were there not just to hear but to listen.

And,

I love what my heart is telling me,
that I am deeply in love with you.

I LOVE YOU

I promised myself I wouldn't drink
This morning, but
Ring of Fire was playing on the
Radio as I showered.

I guess we shared some demons, J.
Well, here's to us. To how
My father played your songs
For me when only my mother's

Skin and bones were between us.
Here's to you and me, John.
How I cried when June passed, but
Drank to your joining her. To

How you boom-chika-boomed to
The taste of the ice cold beer on her
Warm lips in New Orleans
As we stopped among the piles of

Katrina rubble just to take it all in
(Including each other);
That we were there. Together.
Here's to you, John. To how Rick

Rubin was a prophet sharing your light
One last time with the humble masses
Before it went out. As it should be. As it
**** well should be. To

How my father loved you his whole life
And never got to shake your hand
(But I brought him to meet Willie,
Which was almost as intense to the old man.)

No rest for the wicked, John. So I'll
Never pray that you rest in peace.
I pray that you rock on -June at your
Side- Going to Jackson, when it's

Springtime in Alaska. Remembering
Forks wedged in the walls of San Quentin
And gritty glasses of water served.
I'm putting on my black shirt after

This drink. Then guitar, boots that could
Kick out the foot lights at the Grand Ole,
And an attitude I've adopted with honor.
Here's to us, John.

Walking the
God-
******
Line.

Have no time fo nonsense
I don playe wit fooles
Im queene, not yo thing
Not sum chika yuo kan rule.

word to the wall
for catching me
and the night for
embracing our
love in other
ways
word to the guilt
and pinched nerve
for always letting me
feel
word to the growth
and the truth and chika
word to you
for reviving or
ruining me
word to time
for coming too early
and too late
word to my stubborn
*** for writing this
and keeping on

Your poem is my disease
Oh my, I can’t breath

One life & I love it man
Appreciate the change

Chika, straight up golden
Faith are you here

I don’t own a thing yet
have all that’s necessary

The beauty will follow
as relaxed, as soon as surpassed

Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black,
Black, Black, Black, Black. God loves his Son
and sees his children. French, French, French,
chika, chapel and Spanish. I saw black boxes
and ******* birds. Britain and the United
Kingdom William Williams has many languages.
There are three cities and three cities. My son
is red in Russia. There are eight destinations
for ships, boats, bridges, livestock, poultry
and peasants. The prophets were fever and nurse.
William Wilson died in English. Seven predictions
Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black,
Black, Black, Black. God loves a boy and young girls
are looking for ideas for inspiration in French,
French, French, French, French, French,
French
and Western, Spain is absurd, alcohol depends on alcohol.
Eva stayed for a long time. Refunds: Black box,
black, black rabbit. Britain and the United Kingdom
William Williams has many languages. There are three
cities and three cities. Tomorrow is a red dragon in Russia.
Eight pieces are used to load many ships, ships, rivers,
animals, birds and peasants. Mountains and Prophets.
William Wilson died in English. Seven predictions

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
black, black, black. God loves His Son, and to
see their children. French, French, French, chica,
chapel and Spanish. I saw the black boxes
and
the ******* birds. England and the United Kingdom,
William Williams many languages. There are three towns
and three cities. My son is red in Russia.
There are eight seats for ships, boats, bridges,
animals, birds and peasants. Prophets were feverish
and a nurse. William Wilson died in English.
Seven predictions black, black, black, black,
black, black, black, black, black, black. God
loves a boy and a young girl looking for ideas
for inspiration. French, French, French, French,
French, French, French and West, Spain is absurd,
alcohol dependent on alcohol.
Eve left for a long time.
Treatment: The black box, black, black rabbit.
England and the United Kingdom, William Williams
many languages. There are three towns and three cities.
Tomorrow, the red dragon in Russia. Eight pieces
are used to download a lot of ships, boats, rivers,
animals, birds and peasants. The mountains and the Prophets.
William Wilson died in English. seven forecasts
Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black,
Black, Black, Black, Black God loves his Son
and sees
his children. French, French, French, Chica,
Chappelle and Spanish. I saw black boxes and
******* birds. England and Great Britain,
William Williams has many languages. There
are three cities and three cities. My son of Russia is red.
There are eight places for ships, boats, bridges,
animals, birds and peasants. The Prophet
was a fever and a nurse. William Wilson died in English.
Seven predictions are black, black, black,
black, black, black, black, black, black. God loves a boy
and a young girl looking for inspirational ideas. French,
French, French, French, French and Western, Spain,
nonsense, alcohol based alcohol. Eva went long.
Treatment: black box, black, black rabbit.
England and Great Britain, William Williams
has many languages. There are three cities
and three cities. Tom Red Dragon from Russia!
Eight pieces are used to download a lot of ships,
boats, rivers, animals, birds and farmers. Hill and the Prophet
William Wilson has died in English. Seven forecasts
Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black,
Black, Black, Black, Black God loves his Son and
sees his children. French, French, French, Chica, Chappelle
and Spanish. I saw black boxes and ******* birds.
England and Great Britain, William Williams
has many languages. There are three cities and three cities.
My son of Russia is red. There are eight places for ships,
boats, bridges, animals, birds and peasants. The Prophet
was a fever and a nurse. William Wilson died in English.
Seven predictions are black, black, black, black, black,
black, black, black, black. God loves a boy and a young girl
looking for inspirational ideas. French, French, French, French,
French and Western, Spain, nonsense, alcohol based alcohol.
Eva went long. Treatment: black box, black, black rabbit.
England and Great Britain, William Williams
has many languages.
There are three cities and three cities.
Tom Red Dragon from Russia! Eight pieces are used to download
a lot of ships, boats, rivers, animals, birds and farmers.
Hill and the Prophets William Wilson have died in English.
Seven forecasts
Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop,
Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, God Loves His Son
And Hears His Children. French, French, French girl,
chapel and Spanish. I saw a black box
and black black birds. In England and the United Kingdom,
William Williams has many languages.
There are three cities and three cities.
My Russian son is red. There are eight
places for ships, ships, bridges,
animals, birds and farmers. The prophet has malaria and a nurse.
William Wilson died speaking English. Seven prophecies
are black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black.
God loves boy and girl to seek comforting ideas.
French, French, French, French and Western,
Spain, worthless, alcoholism. Eve goes on for a long time.
Treatment: black, black and purple. In England
and the United Kingdom, William Williams has
many languages. There are three cities and three cities.
Tom Red Dragon in Russia! By using eight pieces
of equipment on many boats, ships, rivers, animals,
birds and poor people. Hill and the prophets and
William Wilson died in English. Seven prophecies

Sign, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
Dioni loves her baby and feels her daughter.
France, France, French girls, churches and Spanish.
I saw black boxes and black feverish pests.
Williams Williams has many languages ​​
in the United Kingdom and the United Kingdom.
There are three cities and three cities. My son is red.
Boats, boats, bridges, animals, villages
and farmers had eight jobs. The prophet has malaria and is nursing.
William Wilson died in English. Seven prophets
are black, black, black, black, black, black,
black and black. God loves boys and women
who seek comfortably. France, France, France,
France and West, Spain, invalid, alcoholism.
Eve lasted long. Transformation: black, black and violet.
Williams Williams has many languages ​​
in the United Kingdom and the United Kingdom.
There are three cities and three cities.
Tom Red Dragon in Russia! Eve has been able to use many ships,
boats, rides, animals, countries and the poor.
Hill and Prophet William Wilson died in English. Seven prophets
Signing, preventing, preventing, preventing, preventing,
preventing, preventing, preventing, preventing, preventing,
Diana loves her boyfriend and feels her daughter inside her.
France, France, French girls, churches and Spanish.
I saw black boxes and neglected black pears. Williams
Williams has many languages ​​in the United Kingdom
and the United Kingdom. There are three cities
and three cities. My son is a red. Boats, boats,
bridges, animals, villages and farmers had eight jobs each.
The prophet is malaria and nursing. William Wilson
died in English. Seven seven prophets are black,
black, black, black, black, black and white. God loves young people
and women who have been eaten comfortably. France,
France, France, France and West, Spain, invalidates alcoholism.
Eve lasted a lot. Transformation: black, black and violet.
Williams Williams has many languages ​​in the United Kingdom
and the United Kingdom. There are three cities and three cities.
Tom Red Dragon in Russia! Eve could use many ships, boats,
rides, animals, villages and the poor. Hill and the prophet William
Wilson died in English. Seven prophets
Sign, Prevent, Prevent, Prevent, Prevent,
Prevent, Prevent, Prohibit, Prevent,
Prevent,
Decline the Groom and Listen to His / her Daughter.
France, France, French girls, churches and Spanish.
I saw black and nonsense boxes, I lost black.
Williams Williams has many languages ​​in the UK and the EU.
There are three cities and three cities. My son is red.
Boats, boats, bridges, animals, villages and peasants had eight jobs.
The prophet is malaria and care. William Wilson died in English.
Seven prophets are black, black, black, black, white, white and white.
A young friend and women who have been counseled. France, France, France, France and the West, Spain, revoke alcoholism.
Eve lasted a long time. Transformation: black, black and purple.
Williams Williams has many languages ​​in the UK and the EU.
There are three cities and three cities. Tom, Red Dragon in Russia!
Eva could use many boats, boats, rides, animals, villages and the poor.
Hill and Prophet William Wilson of the Seven prophets died in English.  |||||||