Tukso ng iyong Halik!

Tukso ng Iyong Halik

Ininom ko ang hiningang sa dibdib mo'y umaalon
Ng lumala ang pagsintang doon yata nagkakanlong
Damdam ko ba ay nagkita ang maliyab na tagunton
Ng tagpuang pinag isa ng kung ano't anong gatong!

Ang totoo'y di mabilang ang hinabing pakiusap
Na sinaksi ang simbahan at ang santang palaiyak
Alam ko mang kasalanan ang ubod ng aking hangad
Ay may lakas na dahilang sa pithaya'y nakalapat!

Aminin ng ang pag ibig ay maluhong pagnanasa
Patikimin kahit saglit ang labi ng makalupa
'Pag nagsindi iyang halik na may haplos, magkukusa
Ang hanap na pagniniig na may basbas ng bathala!

Saan nga ba hahanapin ang matamis na pagsuyo,
Kundi diyan sa hinaing nga labi mong nanunukso!...

ron:)
al doha distrcit ad-dharan KSA

When to end a relationship?

My ears ringing with obscenities and insults, I hung up the phone wanting nothing more than to curl up in a corner and cry. Breathing deeply, I called upon all the testosterone I could muster up to keep the tears at bay. Another girl, another year of my life seemingly wasted on the futile pursuit of true love. Not knowing what else to do, I went to my local supermarket, purchased a six pack of my favorite micro-brew and locked myself in my room where I could listen to depressing music and drink alone in peace. This may seem a sad and unhealthy way of dealing with grief, but in doing so I came to a couple of realizations about marrying in general. First, I realized that I had allowed this relationship (just like I had allowed everyone of my past relationships), to take on a life all of its own and eventually spiral out of my control. Second, it occurred to me that in my endless efforts to please my significant others, I had lost sight of what I needed from a relationship to make ME happy.

When I speak of a relationship taking on a life of its own, I am referring to what I like to call Broken Man Syndrome (although I've found that Broken Woman Syndrome is quite more common). Common symptoms include frequent emasculation, constant tongue lashings regarding your flaws and shortcomings, and worst of all persistent attempts to change any or all of your core personality traits. Yes, I have been guilty of accepting all of the above abuses, and on multiple occasions. Consequently, I have learned to look for certain red flags which may tell you that it's time to call it quits on a failing relationship.

First-Sometimes it's better to end a relationship before it begins. For example, you should never have to feel pressured to rush into a serious relationship when you would rather be casually dating. When you find the right person, nature will take over and a relationship will likely result. If you feel like you're at the receiving end of a sales pitch or an ultimatum, there's probably a million different reasons you shouldn't be dating this person. At this point it would be appropriate to excuse yourself and run like hell.

Second-If you've decided to devote yourself to one particular person, odds are that you've already come to terms with their positive and negative traits. Hopefully you've made peace with their imperfections. You should expect the same courtesy in return. If you find yourself defending core characteristics of your personality (barring traits that may cause you to hurt yourself or others), the time has come to hit the road. Relationships are about two people accepting each other for who they are-not about molding another person into what you would like them to be.

Third-Nobody's perfect, and most normal people know this. If you're constantly hearing about your flaws and the words aren't coming from the Almighty Himself, scold the offending party for being an arrogant nitpicker and then initiate a breakup. At this point your relationship has become emotionally abusive and you need to leave before you're caused any serious psychological trauma.

Fourth-Sometimes it can be easy to lose sight of your own needs, especially at the hands of a control freak. If you begin to feel like you're doing a whole lot of giving and not too much receiving, maybe it's time to ask yourself why you're involved in a parasitic relationship. Some people can be like emotional leeches, sucking the life out of you until they're happily engorged and you're shriveled and writhing on the floor. Never lose sight of what you need in another person...if you're not happy and fulfilled, there's no way you can maintain a healthy relationship. Remember, a relationship should be a two way street and exhibit all the balance of a tightrope walker.

My initial years of relationships were miserable and traumatic because I never jumped ship at the right time. Rather, I waited until my relationships escalated into full-blown crisis mode, burst into flames and came crashing down in a final hellish blaze. All it takes to avoid being consumed in the wreckage of a failing relationship is a little bit of self respect and knowing the right time when to call it quits....

engagge the four wheel drive

one hot summer weekend, i went out hiking with my friends in the al kut desert of the al haza regi0n. we usually go out every weekend kapag walang pasok or if we are n0t busy with something. para makapag b0nding, makapag unwind sa isang linggong pagod sa trabaho, or simply for past time, pampatanggal ng homesick sa mahabang paghihintay na matapos na ang tila walang hanggang kontratang binubuno namin dito sa disyerto. s0metimes, we go on fishing in salty desert lagoons in al uyon, or just make fun driving in the desert making a point to notice things like sheeps and camels grazing on what was left of the desert grass in summer heat, watching desert birds flying here and there or laughing on cars with funny license plates.
para maiba naman, naisipan kong yayain silang umakyat sa bundok. mountain hiking. its a lot of fun and a good exercise as well. we started the trip with fun, singing, dancing, cooking and eating, telling funny stories and playing little games like "truth or consequence" or solving brain twisting riddles. early on friday morning, we climbed the mountain and hiked the trails for few hours. by noon, we were all too tired to endure the hike, adding to the fact that the summer heat in the desert is almost unbearable at mid day...when the group paused to get rests in a shade, i encourage them by saying "come on guys! engage the four wheel drive, and let's finish the hike!" they then get tougher, and we finish the effort in no time...

in the evening, while i was sitting in the canopy, one of the boys approach me and said, "sir let me interpret the phrase "engage the four wheel drive". of course i was delighted, and listened as he was giving his explanati0n "we humans are made of outside and inside, body and spirit" i nodded in aggrement. he went on to say "both body and spirit works simultaneously to support each other, but when we exert extra effort, the body starts first until all its strengths were depleted. it is then that the spirit kicks in and provide the additional energy needed to ensure the survival of the body."
i was delighted by his explanati0n, but i was laughing unc0ntrollably. quite embarrassed by my reaction, he asked me why i was laughing out loud. i said, "your explanation is so bright and interesting but all i meant by that was i wish i brought my SUV up in the mountain, engage the four wheel drive and get the hike over with, sitting comfortably in my car so that i do not have to suffer trekking on foot with all the heat, the sands and dust in the desert filling up my lungs."

as i lay down on my bed that night i began to realized, for almost 2 months, i was in a tough battle with hematocytosis, a disease of the blood. a point was then made clear to me! "we all have an inner strengths which we can use when needed. that inner strength does n0t only activate our survival instincts when necessary but also makes us pioneers and successful human beings."

then i smiled again and sighed...

...there are always different ways of rationalizing things

Pilipino KA...

Pilipino ka....pero

Sabi MO , ang gobyerno natin ay palpak.

Sabi MO , ang mga batas natin ay sinauna at hindi patas.

Sabi MO , ang lokal na pamahalaan natin ay hindi maganda ang pagkolekta ng basura at ang paglilinis ng mga lugar.

Sabi MO , hindi gumagana ang mga telepono, katatawanan ang kalagayan ng trapiko, at hindi nakakarating sa paroroonan ang mga sulat.

Sabi MO , parang nasadlak sa basura ang ating buong bansa.

Sabi Mo , sabi MO, sabi MO.

E ano'ng ginagawa mo tungkol dito?

Kumuha ka ng isang taong papunta sa Singapore . Bigyan mo sya ng pangalan, yung sa IYO. Bigyan MO sya ng mukha, yung sa IYO. Lumabas KA sa airport nang pinakamatino mong sarili na maipagmamalaki sa mundo..

Sa Singapore Hindi KA nagtatapon ng upos ng sigarilyo sa kalye. Ipinagmamalaki MO ang magaganda nilang underpass. Nagbabayad KA ng mga 60 pesos para makapagmaneho sa Orchard Road (parang EDSA) mula alas 5 hanggang alas 8 ng gabi. Bumalik KA sa parking lot para bayaran ang parking tiket mo kung napasobra ka ng oras sa shopping o sa pagkain sa isang restaurant. Sa Singapore , wala KAng sinasabi, meron ba?

Hindi MO susubukang kumain sa lantad kapag Ramadan sa Saudi Arabia. Hindi MO susubukang lumabas ng bahay na walang takip ang mukha sa Riyadh o Makkah.
Hindi MO susubukang suhulan ang isang empleyado ng kumpanya ng telepono sa London para mapunta sa ibang tao ang mga long distance na tawag mo.

Hindi MO susubukang lumampas ng 90 kilometers per hour ang takbo ng sasakyan mo sa Washington, at saka sasabihin sa pulis "Alam mo kung sino ako?"

Bakit di MO subukang dumura o magtapon ng upos ng sigarilyo o balat ng kendi sa mga kalye sa Tokyo ?

Bakit hindi MO subukang bumili ng pekeng mga papeles sa Boston tulad ng ginagawa sa Recto?

Pinag-uusapan pa rin natin IKAW.

IKAW na gumagalang at sumusunod sa patakarang banyaga sa ibang bansa pero hindi makasunod sa mga BATAS at PATAKARAN ng sariliu mong bansa.

IKAW na tapon ng tapon sa kalye pagtuntong mo pa lang sa lupa.

Kung IKAW ay nakikisalamuha at pumupuri ng sistema sa bansang banyaga, bakit hindi KA maging ganyan sa Pilipinas?

Minsan sa isang panayam, ang dating Subic Administrator na si Gordon ay may katwiran ng sinabi nyang "Ang mga aso ng mayayaman ay pinalalakad at pinadudumi ng may-ari sa kalye, tapos sila mismo ang pumupuna sa may katungkulan sa kapalpakan sa paglilinis ng mga kalye. Ano ang gusto nilang gawin ng mga may katungkulan? Magwalis tuwing makakaramdam ng hindi maganda sa tiyan ang kanilang alaga?"

Sa America , bawat may-ari ng alaga ay dapat maglinis matapos ang pagdumi ng aso. Ganuon din sa Japan .

Gagawin ba ng mga Pilipino yun dito? Tama sya.

Pumupunta tayo sa botohan para pumili ng manunungkulan sa gobyerno at pagkatapos nuon ay tinatanggal na natin sa sarili ang responsibilidad. Uupo tayo sa isang tabi at paghihintay ng pagkalinga at umaasa na gagawin ng gobyerno ang lahat habang wala tayong iniaalay para tulungan sila.

Umaasa tayo sa pamahalaan na maglinis, ngunit hindi naman tayo titigil sa pagtatapon ng basura sa kung saan-saan, at ni hindi tayo pupulot ng anumang piraso ng papel para itapon sa basurahan.

Pagdating sa mga panlipunang talakayin tulad nang hindi pagiging tapat sa kasal, sa mga dalagang ina, sa pagtatalik ng walang basbas ng kasal, at iba pa, maingay tayong nagpoprotesta ngunit patuloy naman nating ginagawa ang mga ito.

Sa sandaling tayo ay mangulila kapag nasa labas tayo ng bansa, naghahanap tayo ng aliw sa iba, kadalasan sa kapwa rin natin Pilipino, na hindi natin iniisip ang ating katungkulan na ating sinumpaan sa ating pamilya nuong narito pa tayo.

Tapos sinisisi natin ang pamahalaan kapag nakikita natin ang karahasan sa kabataan, pagkagumon sa bawal na gamot, at iba pa, samantalang sinimulan natin ito sa hindi pagpansin sa pangangailangan ng ating mga anak ng tunay na pag-gabay at responsibilidad ng isang magulang.

Ang sabi natin, "Ang buong sistema ang kailangang magbago. Ano ang magagawa kung ako lang ang magpapabago sa aking pamilya?"

E sino ang magbabago ng sistema?

Ano ba ang mga sankap ng sistema? Napakaginhawa sa atin na ang sistema ay binubuo ng ating mga kapitbahay, mga ibang tahanan, ibang syudad, ibang
komunidad, at ang pamahalaan. Pero hindi kasama IKAW at AKO. Pagdating sa ating pagkakaroon ng positibong handog sa sistema, ikinakandado natin ang sarili, pati
na ang ating pamilya sa loob ng isang ligtas na pugad at tumatanaw na lang tayo sa malayong mga lugar at bansa at naghihintay ng isang Mr. Clean na dumating at
maghatid na mga himala.

O lumilikas tayo. Parang mga tamad na duwag na hindi pinatatahimik ng ating mga takot, tumatakbo tayo sa Amerika upang makisalo sa kanilang luwalhati at
purihin sa kanilang sistema. Pero pag naging masalimuot sa New York tatakbo tayo sa Japan o Hongkong. Pag nagkahirapan ang paghanap ng trabaho sa
Hongkong, sakay agad tayo sa susunod na eroplano patungong Gitnang Silangan. Pag may digmaan sa Gulf, inaasahan nating masagip at mapauwi ng Gobyernong
Pilipino.

Lahat ay handang umabuso at gumahasa sa bansa. Walang nag-iisip na handugan ang sistema. Ang konsyensya natin ay nakasanla sa pera. Mga mahal kong kababayan,
ang sulating ito ay matinding nakakakislot ng isipan, nangangailangan ng maraming pagmumuni-muni, at tumutusok din sa konsyensya. Medyo inuulit ko lang ayon sa ating salita ang mga salita ni John F.Kennedy sa kanyang kabansa upang maitugma sa ating mga Pilipino:

"Itanong natin kung ano ang magagawa natin sa ating bansang Pilipinas at gawin ang nararapat upang ang Pilipinas ay maging tulad ng Amerika at ibang
kanlurang bansa ngayon."

Bakit hindi kaya natin gawin kung ano ang kailangan ng Pilipinas sa atin....

Living Between TWO WORLDS

Usapan sa tambayan ng mga OFW’s sa Saudi Arabia…
Ang dalawang mundong ginagalawan ng mga Filipino expatriates na namumuhay at nagtatrabaho sa ibang bansa..

“sa pilipinas ay isang butihing ama o ina, pero sa ibang bansa ay may ibang kinakasama”

“kapag nagbabakasyon, feeling rich, para maipakita na can afford…pero sa ibang bansa trabahong kalabaw at doble doble ang part time jobs na ginagawa para kumita ng perang pansustina sa ganung larawan ng buhay na ipinapakita”

“sa harap ng pamilya at mga kaibigan sa pilipinas ay astig at macho ang kilos at dating, pero wag maloka kung makikita siya sa ibang bansa na ala marriane rivera at daig pa si darna sa ka artehan kapag dumadalo sa mga gatherings sa istiraha”

Isang kaibigan ang dumating mula sa pakikipag chat sa kanyang pamilya, at panandaliang naputol ang palitan ng mga kuro kuro….

“naka chat ko ang aking asawa at mga anak sa internet”
“nakausap mo na pala eh bakit parang iiyak at lungkot na lungkot ka?”
“sabi kasi ng bunso ko…”mama, kunin na natin si papa at iuwi natin sa bahay” habang hinahawakan nila ng kuya niya ang ang aking mukha sa screen ng computer. gusto kong umiyak, yakapin at halikan sila, pero hindi puiwedeng magpakita ng lungkot ang isang OFW, dahil baka lalong malungkot at umiyak si misis…sa aking dibdib na lang at lungkot at pagka giliw na nadarama”

Biglang natahimik ang grupo…

Matagal!
at dagling binago ang paksa ng usapan….

Siguro dahil sa iisang dahilan….
Dahil lahat sila bilang mga OFW ay namumuhay at dapat matutong mamuhay sa dalawang mundo na kanilang ginagalawan.
Sa harap ng naiwang pamilya sa pinas na sumasandal at umaasa sa kanila, dapat silang maging matatag…Masaya, kahit na kadalasan ay lumong lumo na…”OK lang ako dito, maayos naman ang lahat” tila ba naka program na sa utak ang otomatikong isasagot sa pamilya kahit ang katotohanan ay lubog na sa pagtitiis at paghihirap…
Na malakas at walang sakit, para huwag silang mag alala…kahit ang katotohanan ay nakahiga sa pagamutan at hirap kumilos habang kinakausap ng mahal na pamilya sa pilipinas…Dapat laging matatag…para maipakita ang “role” ng isang moog na sandalan…isang matatag na ama…butihing ina…isang ulirang anak na laging handang magmahal, maglingkod at magpakasakit alalng alang sa pamilya…larawan ng isang matibay na sandalan sakabila ng katotohanang marami sa kanila ang naghahanap din ng isang matatag na pader na masasandalan…
Nakakalungkot isipin, subalit ang isang OFW ay parang isang punching bag, na puwedeng suntukin ng paulit ulit pero hindi puwedeng gumanti ng suntok…at mas pinipili na huwag sumigaw kahit siya ay nasasaktan…hindi gagawing gumanti, dahil sa iisang dahilan…

dahil siya ay nagmamahal!…

Mahal ng isang OFW ang kanyang pamilya….
pamilyang pansamantalang iniwan para bigyan ng mas magandang kinabukasan…
Kahit na mangyari pa na kailanganin niyang mabuhay sa dalawang magka ibang mundo…

…and only an OFW can understand another OFW….
Dahil pareho sila ng buhay na pinagdadaanan

Ronald Villaluz Rafer
Operation Support and Maintenance
DLPS, Abqaiq Saudi Arabia

Habang Maikli ang KUMOT...

Habang Maikli ang kumot...



Tayong mga Pinoy ay napakasipag. Trabaho dito, trabaho dun. Kayod sa umaga, kayod sa gabi. 8-5 na nga ang trabaho, may sideline pang pagtitinda sa gabi. Hindi naman tayo suwapang, multi-tasking lang.

Kaya hindi ako naniniwalang mahirap ang buhay ng isang Pinoy, kasi tayo pag may konting pera nasa mall na. Gasta dito, gasta doon. Walang tigil sa pag gasta habang may pera...Ngayon kung nagkamali ng computation sa paggasta, natural eh di pulubi mode muna. Kung may pera na ulit, eh di all the way hapi-hapi ulit.

Ganun ang karamihan sa pinoy...at guilty ako dun.

Maiksi lang ang buhay eh, kumayod tayo para kumita at gamitin natin ang pinaghirapan natin habang nabubuhay pa tayo. Para ano pa kasi at nagtratrabaho tayo di ba? Kung hindi naman tayo magiging masaya...Eh di magpakasaya na!

Kaya yung mga nagsasabing mag-ipon para yumaman? Mga sinungaling yun kasi aanhin mo naman ang lahat ng yaman na yan, kung ang buhay mo ay malungkot naman?

Over a cup of coffee

Aside from the natural distinctive aroma of the roasted beans of brewed coffee, I most love simple conversation over a cup of coffee blended with the presence of my friends.

One chilly winter morning, my friends and I were sitting around a small table in our cafeteria talking about trivial things. We were freezing inside our jackets and our hands were as cold as cat's nose but a hot coffee fired up our conversation and fueled our bonds. It may sound like nonsense, but it was actually a special moment in time. What really matters most then was the pleasant conversation inside that small cafeteria. I haven't met some of those men before, and I say that first impressions are usually lasting. We brought the gathering to ones of our homes and unleashed the communications over more steaming cups of hot coffee. Evryone laid down their cards, expressed their ideas, talk about themselves, and listened as others talked. Differences were set aside and gaps were bridged.

These things happened in a cold wintry atmosphere when melancholy usually prevails and gray clouds lowers over a gloomy lethargy Winter is a season we feel sedated, and would rather stay in the comfort of our homes. Coffee is just right for passing time, relaxing and talking. Holding hot coffee mugs warms our hands and talking with friends while sipping over a cup of coffee tightens our bonds with them.

This story illustrates the essence of communications in building relationships. Furthermore, it helps builds successful work. Communications for me is the greatest invention men had ever made. It plays a vital part in our relationships with our families, friends, companies, and communities. Effective communications plays a significant role in a successful organization. Keeping communications line open will go a long way toward creating and maintianing a healthy environment.

Friendship is a continous communication full of interest, whether warmed over a cup of coffee or not.

The Beginning...

"The day that I left my homeland is the day that I start to live..."

The beginning

It was a cold wintry morning in 2005 when I boarded a Manila bound bus in Sta. Rosa Laguna, at the end of my resources and a the end of my rope. I pt back in my bag the newspaper clippings which have been responsible for giving me an inspiration at a time when I needed it most. At 26 years, everything I have tried had somehow failed to hold on me. in fact, I have long been in doubt whether or not there was anything really in meI was recently been fired from a job that I dont really learned to like eventhough it was the only job that I knew and was the only thing that keeps me alive and well. My physical stature makes everyone think that I was a hard man, but in reality, I was just nobody better than an no good asshole with no home and no kinsfolk to speak of, no friends, no money, no sweetheart, nothing! Just a couple of clothes and faded jeans that I got in my old backpack. Nothing to lose, and nowhere else to go. And while I was about to embark in a beginning of a new journey, I became somewhat nostalgic.

Nostalgia

My father wanted me to be a farmer, being the eldest of three sons in a family that tends a sizable farmland in the province. So I went to an agricultural school for a year, but gave that up. Then by my mother's inspiration, I tried business management for a year. No good. I had interest in management, but the thought of staying indoors and spending the rest of my life sitting in my office slowly killed my interest. Those two frustrating years, however, revealed to me what was the matter. The ambition of my parent to put me into a profession, or if not, into business have influenced me against what I really wanted. I wanted to be free!. I needed to get away out of this seemingly unending monotony of my life out somewhere where I could be me.

I love adventure. My mother always tells me that I was like one of her brother who loves the thrill of the fights and adventures in the countryside. But apart from being physically strong and active on my feet, I had no other qualifications that I knew for leading an adventurous life. Nevertheless, It was adventure that called increasingly upon me.

Then I have been troubled by the rumblings of war between the Government forces and the Islamic separatist rebels of Mindanao. Now it was a fact, and being a reservist in the Armed forces, I was called to enlist for active military services. Christian by faith, and by my strong personal feelings against the moros, I joined the Army, to fight for my country and for my faith. I did not feel that I could not have made it a good soldier because there was something about a soldier's free life for adventure and danger that appealed to me. Still, with my country's split views over the issues of war that we are fighting for, and the ravaging scandals that stormed the leadership of the military, I feel like I was caught in between the devil and a deep cliff. So altogether, my dissatisfaction and unhappiness in my life drove me to undertake this long, painful and agonizing journey to the hinterland of Arabia.

The Departure

As I looked around me, I realized that I was the only person aboard the bus. In fact, even the driver was nowhere about. Then I turned my head around me and noticed few passerby's and some noctambulant vendors around the terminal. It's quite too early at 4 A.M. to ride. My flight is scheduled at 3 P.M. It took sometime until finally other passengers begin to arrived. Two passengers seated just behind me, weather beaten hard young men who were evidently recovering from a night of too close intimacy with liquor. I could smell the spirit coming out of their breath. Then there was a keen-eyed old man, and a buxom woman. they were apparently merchants. Another man had climbed to the driver's seat, and announced that the bus was about to leave. The last passenger who took the seat beside me was a salesman working in Makati.

As we were about to roll on the road, a a clamor of friendly voices arose bidding us goodbye. No doubt, some of the well-wishers actually know some of the passengers. But from the wave of sounds that arose, I could see that the departure of that bus was an event, and I seem to feel that some of the goodbyes and well-wishes ringing in my ears were actually meant for me.

And so the rest is history...

modest proposal

some friends describes me as "simple't tahimik na pilyo at makulit".
i don't know why they say that
pero sabi nila ganun daw talaga ako,
"unstoppable" ang kakulitan at kapilyuhan. hindi halata, pero nakikita.well, i have something to share to you. it happened on my vacation last year.

naglalakad ako noon sa isang hindi gaanong kilalang shopping mall around filmore st. in makati papunta sa isang money changer ng maka encounter ko ang isang magandang promo gurl. kahit alam ko naman na merong money changer sa lugar na yun, naisipan kong magtanong sa magandang promo gurl just to start a conversation with her. matapos niyang maituro sa akin ang lugar, binigyan nya ako ng scratch-and-win promo coupon, na ikinatuwa ko naman dahil hahaba ang usapan namin. i then offered my modest proposal to her.
"ilang taon ka na miss?"
"19 po sir"
"may boyfriend?"
"wala sir, nag aaral pa po ako, kaya wala munang bf"
"ah, i see estudyante ka pala. how much are you getting from your job?"
"konti lang sir kasi part time lang po ako, may kaltas pa sa tax"
"maybe around ten thousand pesos?"
"wala po, maliit lang kasi part time lang ako"
"well then, i'll give you ten thousand pesos if you will spend a night with me"
"si sir naman, palabiro kayong masyado"
"i'm serious miss, ten thousand pesos in one night, hindi mo kikitain sa trabaho mo yan" i replied showing off to her some hundred dollar bills, and couple of thousand peso bills.
"ano naman gagawin natin sir?" she asked trying to keep her composure
"alam mo kadarating ko lang from abroad at sobrang na miss ko talaga ang mga happenings dito sa pinas. so gusto kong samahan mo ako, we'll dine and drink together, we'll have a party, we'll do enjoy the night together.what can you say?"
her cheeks then turned red as she blushed, which made her look prettier.
"ok miss, think about it then call me on this number once you're decided" i said after a while, gave her my contact number and leave...
wanna know wether she called me or not? abangan ang susunod kong post.

trapped

Trapped

I'm trapped inside my love
I never will be freed
Of the pain I always have
Of this aching, biting need

It hurts because I miss you
And the pain will never cease
It will never let me forget my love
It never gives me peace.

I can't change the way I feel
I'll live with it instead
I loved you then, I love you now
I'll love you when I'm dead

Every time I see you
And look into your eyes
I see the gurl I'll always love
Hidden deep inside

This prison is my home
It's the only thing I see
It trapped me here, there's no escape
I can never be free!!!...