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27 Years Gone
I remember the big house
Big for someone as small as I was
Peeking in the staircase
At a Dad I barely recognized
With toys to lure me
And hugs to keep me safe
Kindergarten years came next
Walking home with a crying sister
Red ribbons and dance steps
Marching and singing
I remember being brought to parks
To inhale the early morning breeze
Provinces with boats
Trains and motorcycles
The loss that came too soon
Until now heís my star
My moon
I remember a childhood
Running around the streets
Playing tag with other kids
Being chased by a dog
In the afternoon summer sun
Being tickled by my cousins
And sharing frozen Funwich
The teen yearís was not all bad
Goody-two-shoes I was
I remember the University years
Booze, books and cigarettes
Broken hearts and hangovers
Guitar, roses, stars
Poems, Feb Fair and nights out
Real world came at last
One job after another
As life is getting harder
Learned to accept itíll be a lot tougher
...
The sun starts to set
27 years are now gone
Big for someone as small as I was
Peeking in the staircase
At a Dad I barely recognized
With toys to lure me
And hugs to keep me safe
Kindergarten years came next
Walking home with a crying sister
Red ribbons and dance steps
Marching and singing
I remember being brought to parks
To inhale the early morning breeze
Provinces with boats
Trains and motorcycles
The loss that came too soon
Until now heís my star
My moon
I remember a childhood
Running around the streets
Playing tag with other kids
Being chased by a dog
In the afternoon summer sun
Being tickled by my cousins
And sharing frozen Funwich
The teen yearís was not all bad
Goody-two-shoes I was
I remember the University years
Booze, books and cigarettes
Broken hearts and hangovers
Guitar, roses, stars
Poems, Feb Fair and nights out
Real world came at last
One job after another
As life is getting harder
Learned to accept itíll be a lot tougher
...
The sun starts to set
27 years are now gone
Sunday, January 10, 2010
My not so green of a thumb
I was never good at taking care of plants. We had a garden when I was growing up. We had gumamela, roses, santan, sampaguita (i still remember how every night the wonderful scent of sanpaguita would fill our home), even aloe vera. My mom is good at taking care of plants. Come to think of it, she's capable of taking care of any living thing... :D Too bad I didn't inherit that trait.
I don't know what I did wrong... All the flowers are now gone... I'm so sorry orchid, you'll see your mommy soon...
I don't know what I did wrong... All the flowers are now gone... I'm so sorry orchid, you'll see your mommy soon...
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Low EQ
I think my EQ has dropped significantly since i met you...
I find it funny.
Oh well.
It'll all pass.
I find it funny.
Oh well.
It'll all pass.
Monday, January 4, 2010
acquiescent... me...
I've been practicing the line I'm suppose to say - "Not today" or "No thanks, maybe tomorrow". I practiced it tens of times yesterday only to end up saying "yes" yet again.
Seriously, when will I ever learn to say No... sa'yo...
Sigh...
Seriously, when will I ever learn to say No... sa'yo...
Sigh...
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