Hime Gami

Nagtext si Jed:

Jed: Aso ka ba?
:bakit?
Jed: kasi sinaktan moko
:nasan ung aso dun?
Jed: AW!

hindi nakakatawa. AHHAHAHAhAHAH 

Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I’m not afraid to bleed, and fuu, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What’s left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fuus.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fuu?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I’m cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.

Do I drink?
Do I date?
I’ve got perfect placements.
All my ink satisfied,
In your eyes.
I’m the biggest fan that I’ve got right now.
I made sure that I look how I wanted to look.
The people around me,
The people surround me.

I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
My stomach hurts now,
And all tied off in lace.
I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face.
And this sickness isn’t me.
I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling. 
IM A FAKE

That awkward moment when your professor ditched your classes 95% then gives out 2 major projects to be submitted in two days and at the same time take the final exam without knowing what to review because the last meeting you had with him/her was last january! seriously? 

*scumbag professor. :|

I really need prayers. God! please don’t let me suffer this much :( 

I’ve been feelin down and empty a lot lately. I dunno why but I can’t enjoy things like before. 

I tend to space out a lot and take simple problems srsly.I dont know what my problem is or what I lack/seek.

My blockmates and I celebrated da basketball team’s victory and Sherida being elected as an officer for the upcomming ITCon. Da celebration started st around 9pm so it ended up late. I was with my classmate’s company till we get to part at Cubao. Sid catch da same jeepney I was in until da next mile. But before she step out of da vehicle, she told me to take a note of da plate number. I dunno why but something bothered me dat time so i decided to take her advice. ‘twas TMW.782. At first, I didn’t plan on sending da plate number to anyone until da driver and his ‘conductor’ stared at me. I WAS D’ ONLY PASSENGER and I got goosebumps when I caught them staring at me so I decided to send their jeepney’s plate number to some of my friends—for them to be aware of my situation and just in case something bad happened to me, they’ll know what to do.

I was alone fr quite some time until this ‘guy’ board. He was tall, kind’a dark with built chest and biceps. In my perception, he was at midst 40s. He’s got thick eyebrows with scary looking eyes and a ‘Filipino nose’. **le ignore**

I was textin dad and some friends with my ‘whereabouts’ until da guy pointed his finger at me while yelling: 

subukan mo lang loko ka! walang’ya ka! humanda ka sakin hahabulin talaga kita!

*SHOCKED

I had nothin to say. I felt like being drowned into an icy water until da guy said:

itago mo yang cellphone mo iha! loko loko talaga yang mga batang yan! ang lalakas ng loob porke bata at hindi pa pwedeng ikulong! 

*STILL SHOCKED

when da guy noticed how shocked I was, he told me that he was a Policeman and that he saw da kid walked towards me, about to grab my fone. And that there’s nothing to be afraid of and that he’d be there ‘till Angono. I politely thanked him. *GOD! HOW THANKFUL I WAS!* 

My hands are as cold as ice and i have cold grains of sweat in my face till two guys hopped on. They sandwiched me(sitting at bothsides). They eagerly press their biceps against mine and so, I became uneasy. Da Policeman stared at both of them and they loosen it up fr a moment then started it again. ‘He’ noticed it and told them what he is. They paid da ride and stepped out. Soon enough, I reach Tikling; I thanked him again and walked out of da vehicle with gratitude.

Mom picked me up and I got home safely. 

‘twas like God pretended to be this Policeman to be able to protect me. <3