Speechless

Aside from my 10-year old sister trying to memorize the whole Fame Monster album of Lady Gaga, this last week of summer spent in the province is boring me. Staying in my my father's lair is like going back to the past and being treated like a five-year old kid who can't even finish his own meal. Plus, my figure suffers whenever I am here.

This is the only time I am thankful that I have cases and articles to read, so I better savor the moment. And yes, I don't have anything else to say.

Arlin, or Merthur

Arthur: So where are my flowers? Or is she the only one to receive a token of your affections?

Bromance. Gahd. Why do they have to be cute English boys playing two of the most interesting characters in the fictional world? Well, not Nicolas Hoult hot(which is like hothothot), but there are more reasons to watch British drama now.

Trapped

Armed with a boy-next-door smile and adept limbs, you trapped me in the corner. I was caught by the emotion. But I was quick enough to escape from your trap, from you. I did not even look back to say goodbye. But I secretly smiled as I walked away from you.

Truth is, you trapped me. From the very first time I learned of your existence, you got me. My mind contains every angle of you, every gesture and motion you do. My heart longs for your smile and all the emotions that come along with it.

I want to escape from the truth, for looking at you makes me crumble. It hurts to see you belong to someone else. But what can I do, I am trapped by you.

Mad world

somelostboy: I might not be home this Sunday. Baka next week pa.

randomfriend: Ah, sige. Pasalubong ha?

somelostboy: Ok. Ano bang gusto mo?

randomfriend: Pag-ibig.

somelostboy: Tangina mo. Bakit naman kita bibilhan eh ako nga walang mabili.

randomfriend: Namimili ka ba? Diba ayaw mo ng ganun.

somelostboy: Point taken. Bibilhan na kita ng pasalubong manahimik ka lang.

"The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had." The song plays in the background while I stopped my world and begun to check some demented realities.

Credits due

Company awaits me in a few hours. Out of nowhere, my girl best bud in high school, Ara, wants to spend the weekend here in Metro Manila to visit her boyfriend. Unfortunately, the guy stays in a dorm. And being the nice guy bud I am, and the boredom I had for the past weeks, I offered my place.

Being the perfect friend is far and not my life goal. If asked one word that would describe me, my college barkada would most likely make use of the word bastard. But you know they would be kidding.

I am the guy that would stay at McDonalds with a drunk friend just to wait for him to sober up because his mom would kill him, but would still join him the other day in another drinking slash vomiting spree at Drew's. That one who is always appreciated because of realistic advice and ideas and would make you smile without particular reason? For some cosmic significance, I was born to be that guy.

In high school, I would spent a whole night listening to a friend over the phone discuss about the quote a crush sent her despite having a long quiz the next day, and the heartbreak that came when she found out it was also sent to another girl. Or give up some alone moment just to talk about rumours being spread in the campus that might involve someone's someone's boyfriend.

And despite my theistic non-sectarian sense of religion, I even went to a friend's praise and worship session and listen to their priest talk about finding yourself in a very sinful world and watch a play that abominates homosexuality. But I went anyways, because I am nice like that.

But the thing is, I am not tired of being characterized as being ubiquitously nice. I may bitch, but I don't mind opening the door of the restaurant for my friends or offer to accompany one to shop just to get over a major break-up.

And for all those crazy times that lead to some absurd or inane things I have to do or tolerate, for all those times I feel like some nameless hero, I just think that there are more to this world that awaits, some deserved vindication perhaps.