Mari’s Blurred Reflection (part2)

Muli na naman akong nagmuni-muni isang araw na brown out sa aming munting bayan. At ito ang mga boong loob kong napagdesisyonan:

1. Gusto ko magkaroon ng kapatid na majikero! Wala akong pakeelam kahit asawa ng kapatid ko o sige kahit kapatid na sa labas basta gusto ko magkaroon ng kapatid na majikero. hehe

2. Gusto ko magkaroon ng kaibigang congressman.. gusto ko magkaroon ng kapangyarihan kahit hiram lang.. (leche mari)

3. Gusto kong magkaroon ng baklang best friend na abogado pero mahilig sa interior designing.

4. Gusto ko magkaroon ng kafling na architect. (para libre na ang design ng bahay at paupahan na balak kong itayo) [mari_manggagamit mode]

5. Gusto ko kasama kita…

(PERA) heheh ganun talaga, ikakasal ako sa piso someday! apir!

The Habbit

There is nothing left to do,

After I finish a cigarette or two…

Lately I’ve been succumbing into enticing rue

of smoking, drinking and of simply waiting for you.

I closed my eyes and made a fist,

Thinking of you leaves my eyes in mist.

Weeks had passed since we parted way;

Still it is in your path I wish to lay.

Seven hundred ninety one days of being with each other,

At first all the tasks are nothing but errands from a master.

[Take for example this boring task of driving for you]

At first I thought it, as nothing but a simple chore,

little by little it becomes something I adore.

Seeing you everyday, driving for you along the way;

Made each journey more exciting than they say,

This simple chore becomes a habit I can not remove

Like a tempting vice I can not just brutally shove.

Although you choose to find yourself than stay with me,

Although you left a wound only I can see,

I still foolishly rub this wound until it bleed,

I still continue the habit of waiting for you indeed.

As I looked at the empty passenger seat,

I congratulate myself for surviving

today without cheat.

Now, all I have to contemplate is how to survive this line:

Survive the thought, ‘that your next seven hundred ninety one days are no longer mine.’