part of twenty something theory.

i shouldve curse myself for making such a theory. people, i just wanna share a simple blah not . i told you earlier that i won`t ever do this again (well, i mean, publishing an entry and let the people know what i truly feel.) but my mind is numb. im weak. but as my brain is being poisoned by some toxins, i threw it all up.

for now, here`s an old stuff written by my kabarkada. imissyou ken.

Shifts and a Comeback
By the Student Writer

It started with a search
and with a prayer
On that night I heard you
You whisper those words of anticipation-
`Papa Lord, on or before June 24`

_._._._. is nice, his friends say so
and we all met him since
you were looking for that kind of guy
and you did find him
but it was nothing.
He`s nice, yes!
A perfect gentleman and the smell..hmm.
but you were just friends.
He was such a fool not to see
that we all like him for you
he thought it was just a joke
a joke accompanied by boisterous laughs.
you were the two who should be on a chase
not him and i.
but i guess even if you do
he`ll still not chase you.
its not that you`re not pretty because you are
but because he has his LIFE.
he`d rather wait and date
than dance with you
the gorgeous debutant who first waited.

it was a fine day, we were headed somewhere
then we saw the curls,
the eyes and that fine skin.
bess and i said it`s him.
as days go by you were attracted
and then we settled for the library.
the sketch of your life had colors-
it was turquoise.
it was brown.
a `hi` plus a wave made you smile.
then suddenly you were blinded!
blinded by that RAY of light.

Then we were on our vacations
and you had the chance to see him again.
you never broke up with him
and you do love him.
on that outing you were his PRINCESS.
and he offered you reds:
red eggs
red tomatoes
redhorse
and his read heart!
and now that he`s back-
GO WIN HIM BACK!
you are his student
and he`s your mentor.
he taught you how to love,
how to search and wait
now you should also teach him,
teach him how to open his eyes.


he`s your storyteller
you are his listener.

i hope those stories he share are yours
stories of your friendship and passion.
make your own story,
your own happy ending.

the Princess deserves to be happy-
in the loving arms of her Prince Bestie.

realization: the princess is miserably unhappy.