my 99 red love balloons

Leave the iTunes on repeat and select the nice song you've ached for.

set them free at the break of dawn. one by one they were gone. lalalalala. floating in the summer's sky. 99 red balloons go by.

I want my happy pink heart. Pop every balloon for all i care, just dont touch my happy pink heart. I love my happy pink heart. Dance through every flow of melody, and stare as strobe lights flash on your eyes. Avoid ambulances though. Sirens will never be heard, keep the foam in your mouth, don't shake too much and dont fall on the floor. Avoid drama. Strobe lights killed. Melodies flowed. Dance. Beats were thrown into my happy pink heart. Dancing in the moonlight. Grab a partner, girl or boy. Hold hands and feel the chill of the moon. Stare at it and foams wont come out. You'll be safe here! ;P

Actual fun during math kept turning heads in shock. Let's see what does AC girls have to say about...
AConversation #1:
girl 1: no wonder Poveda feels so superior, they always feel 'high'!
girl 2: tsss! feelers! *talk to the hand act*

ACoversation #2:
girl 1: Poveda makes/bakes brownies!!!
girl 2: yeah, mamon too right?
girl 1: DRUGGED brownies!!!
girl 2: *gasp!* no more GOLDILOCKS for me!

no hard feelings, it's just funn coming up with that.

bring in the high tech jetfighters!!! let's identify to clarify and classify!

let the 99 red balloons go by.... <3

Crazy girl

can i just kiss the morning good bye? and talk through the night for the guy that lived through my dreams walked away. i see no point on moving on if I have nowhere to go to. i see no point on saying goodbye if ears were never lent though everyone seems to be supportive. wake me through thre night I may not be dreaming of anything else but I would like to have my eyes wide open instead of drowning through the lake of which I've come to fear the most. save me from the thoughts i have yet conquered. and save me from kissing the right for drunken lips of mine thurst for truth and the past.

Lines flowed through my vodka. As I watched the vodka spin in the glass, watch as my hands shake and my fingers tremble. Leave the dripping alcohol onto my fingers. Let me hold your hand and lead me to the outside. Bring me somewhere I can mumble. Stutter. Mumble and stutter the words I've been meaning to tell you. Or simply to just give you the letters containing sentences kept inside. Let me cry the tears along with my alcohol. Drinking through the feelings struggling. Cut through my skin and see the blood flow. Wake me up through the hangover. But the sober mind would never struggle. Drunken lips and sober mind. Leave them in my hand. Crazy girl.

To drop

Kisses of rain filling every inch of my window as I sat there wondering how a friendship could end with just a snap. Not even knowing what the reason was or the fault at least of an innocent mind, maybe sober but the fact silence ended every word and sentence left upon to act what was left to do. The need to have cherries ontop of my sundae and my bananas in my cabana would be the best thing left. Thinking bout random things sliding through my head. Thoughts and laughter, the inchy spots on my face. Signs that something there's still beating. And yet the numb fingers of mine would just itch my way into the confusion that's awaiting, the subtle actions I've come to find comfortable. Here you are again puzzling every bit of pieces I found and completed. Making a whole new picture that would confuse or perhaps, confuzzle the mind again. Experiences were too precious to be entertained into the minds of an innocent girl. The innocence that gave life to the fairy. Imagination completely blanketing through the body trembling with fear to come out and live life. Believing every lie told that is to be lived as she grows into the teenager she's become. And yet the lie as she lived it would cause the confusion she's crying from. Tears she hid under the rain and came this umbrella from the guy she's come to like. The touch of his hand mattered a lot as the warmth of his body accompanied her chill. Silence. Missing the experience to fill chill and laughter with you was wasted. It wasn't gonna come and yet looking outside my window made me want it more.

Let us kiss the rain and hope it'll last for the taste is nothing but sweetness, something you'd want for always and forever. <3

The remedy

She didn't deserve the remedy. Engulfing her every mistake with the faith left of. Hope is the only thing left with me right now, just turn and walk away. The unwanted silence overcoming the things that could've been. The unwanted reality trembling with fear. As the sober mind bumped its way through the hollowed hall of the thoughts, thoughts of unthinkable things, not wanting the ongoings of pavements and concretes. Rush of present and the distant tomorrow, the loud voices of yesterday left our sober minds twisting and turning to more lefts around the circle. Presence of a mystery lies beneath, and yet we never bothered looking up. The drunken cherry blossomed lips sipped from the glass with the kisses it never tasted. Drunken yet alive, with caffiene combined, certain emotions reflected on her.

The feel of your touch and the whispers of your eyes, seemed to touch every inch of skin revealed. The heart of whom was beating through the chest of such protection from pain. And yet the single thorn splintered the heart and the death that was awaited and yet to come came in a surprise and so unexpected. the mystery digging deep into my eyes would rather flatter than to revenge. Because after the pain of that single thorn it made me realize how much more I wanted. To think it hurt so much yet it seemed to make me think of how much more will it hurt if I keep on giggling out yes to your every shot. Kiss my drunken lips and speak of my sober mind, the wasted time and wasted night came upon the whatnots of the midnight's dream. And yet your voice echoed through my head filling up my uncounqerable soul that left. To see you one more time would give the hardest time but for some reason that's all I want right now.

Every word spelled out a clue from the dark and the gasps that ran through the room threw up the hands of people to cover their wide opened mouths. Revealing the lie she has been living was the greatest thing of all. More stories. Yet the pain that came with it made them realize how much more it would affect her compared to making them feel good coz they witnessed it. They pittied her, for the memories of those words stumbling out of her drunken lips would fade away after the hangover of her life. She would know what she's hung up on because behind her's perfect girl.

During

Every bit of innocence coming to life as little watery eyes filled the room. Glances of knowing mistery lies beneath. Painful words ripping through backs. If we were to destroy historical data then we would ruin our past and without the past we would all live this lie. OnetimeReader living the lie that could lead her to a certain present. Seeing the clues around her, the buzzing sound of one so obvious yet such a 'huh?' Custom built stainless steal of rembrance buzzed through vehicles of present. Roads of tomorrow lie ahead and yet the present wheels just gazed upon the ongoings of pavements and concretes. The honks of yesterday seemed to echo through hollowed halls of thoughts and memories, the blanked out moment wherein every stare showed a certain emotion. search for truth to relive the present. OnetimeReader not wanting to live another lie. Hanging on the moments she left dangling. The clinging to lost memories she seemed to find somewhere. Finished lists of which the entire life looks up to. Melodies that echoed through the walls of the heart they left empty before going their separate ways. Lost in the stiuation, desperate to find a key, to search through the inside of that someone she looks back to. The continous step onto moving on leaving one more glance behind and yet the continous pull and push impact onto the life so hard to live with. The lie she used to tell and believed, even she got fooled by one stupid lie. Who knew, OnetimeReader could do such a thing. To herself. Its not like psychosuicideissuedclassmate. But it's just an issuedgirl moment for her. OnetimeReader reading books she knows won't have the answer and yet every sentence was one more voiced out. Kept her focus on her day, ridently skipping through the pages she left bank.

Or the driver that could possibly bring you back home when you want to. The pay phone that sends you home, bringing you the answers of which you were looking for the whole time. The certain face of the present staring back at you with eyes bulging from one side to the other. The excitement of the mistery for tomorrow brings the aroma of blueberries. The hidden meaning of a 'hey you' leaves another case on the table. The endless rolling of eyes as ms. guba chuckles out the corniest jokes ever. She should do the waving thing on the OHP more often. The practices that leave us in school til six pm. The shirts worn by emotion struggling inside. The retarded acts the acted up on us once again. Retarded class. We have a poor little boy, shark, hairflipper, onetimereader, rofl (roffle), little ms. guba (how ironic), penguin dancers, croakable joker, africa, haley aka mrs. royalty and psychoplam. Greatest class of all.

OnetimeReader left unaswered phones ringing through the room, not eating the food prepared on the table. Stares flew as they passed by. Phones left unaswered rings. The hollowed heart just couldn't hear them. Drunken lips sipped through the glass filled with aroma that seemed like blueberries. the wine that dripped through her cherry lips seeped through and uncovered her unconquerable soul.

She is the master of her fate. She is the captain of her soul.

Browsing through

every page of memoir left. Bumping into the the first poem shared. Upon reading the poem made me realize how you never really meant every word. Not even just one letter. And yet I read on. Touching the wind that passed by, to feel the rush of past blowing through, shivered my spine. Tippy toes dipping into the cold water, creating a whole new feel. The risk poetry took during the past, caused the death of the present. The anorexic feel of not wanting to swallow or bite the cake baked with ingredients so old. The barfing sound of first sips, first bite, first swallow and first poem made widened the gate to perfect view. Whispers from random things left the little black string of thoughts spin into tinggles and tanggles. Causing my hair to take a few turns to the wrong direction giving the brain a whole new map. Lost with the new sensation, reaching out to the string so cold and unfamiliar. The stranger who held out a hand and taken by innocence. That gave life to the fairy. The mistery of which puzzles the familiar on why cherries stand ontop of the sundae. And yet the wounds of the past never healed, bandages of tomorrow never felt how much hatred pain left of.

Study the past to understand the present.

Past, was left hanging on a cold November day. Hanging on a cliff just clinging to seconds left with life. More than the breeze of yesterday whispered to his ear and the chill of tomorrow touched upon his cheek. the calm sensation, feeling of tomorrow took his life away. The story was never meant to whispered and so death was to come. the ear of having to surivive without explanation was alive and yet some one, something died. The past killed the present. This is what she is now. Sorrow dangling onto the end of her dress, jinggling after every step of hope and faith. Every step pierced through her feet as the redball leaked. Every step spelled out his name. The murder. And yet she continued. Everyone saw everything and yet they kept quiet. Trees whispered to one another of what eyes could never lie about. They saw it coming and yet the never spoke of it. The death of present was never told yet the smirks of the past echoed through the gate of the perfect view. Which brings out fear to the death of present. Redball brought them back. I told you, redball is murder.

Just finished

The snobbish way acting up on you isn't all that new. Leaving signs of annoyance and droping bombs of anger definitely boomed on you. Tsk. Tsk? Elipses. k. the present conversation mixed with a pinch of the past. Just like my playlist. I forgot what song was playing when we were infront of the music store. tsk. tsk? like i care. *rolls eyes* Jamming with Juan Pablo Dream... (or whatever they call their group, I call it Chemistry) deafening mahn! Sir Cajigs and mister chatterbox biofrog. laugh, laugh. First year was watching, sip sip. Seeing kimchohcoy again and again. Ugh! Her face is so kadiri! Annoying! Barf, barf. Standing and waiting for miss pau who wouldn't listen to the traumatizing segment i watched about how they make dirty ice cream. It's literally dirty. Duh! if it wasn't wouldn't it be called Homemade ice cream? '-_- *slaps hand on head* O_O I'll shut up now. The human hourglass (human o. as miss pau calls it) had and endless spin during pinoy. Aw. bye hula hoops! Isang punong burrol, itutuloy bukas.
The tired nap came after the arrival from a long day. Slept from 5:30 to 6:30-7:00... teehee.

*continuation:
Song#3: Mixtape that was the song I was inlove with before I even knew you existed. That was the song that cradled me through liking mc.
Song #4: Yellow the feel of comfort and knowing that friends will always be there for you.
Song #5: Like you the repeated freshies feat. the troubles of the past.
Song #6: Down we fall knowing it would come true sometime shouldn't have been the voice inside me. Feeling the need to hear your soft spoken voice sing it one day and mean it should've stayed. But then like the next song says. Dreams were meant for sleeping.
Song #7: When there was Me and You its such a pretty song. Plus, it funny-ly fits for some reason.
Song #8: Missing You listen carefully to the lyrics. It might say something and mean another, yet meaning that other meaning, it might mean one thing more.

******the story of one friend gone******

Listed today, finished tomorrow.

Yellow ball seemed to bounce up later than usual. It seemed to take its time down under to get up. Yet the morning seemed to last longer too. It clung to its place til afternoon. Filipino came to an end pretty soon. Isang punong burrol clips showing such love and greatness. Itutuloy bukas.
Our retarded class had pinoy practice again. Psychoplasm extending again and again. The four autistic minds that followed the ceiling fan, seemed like it was thier first time to feel air coming from the ceiling. The girl who acted like a four year old, continously tapping her two friends and then running back before the friend sees. Then there's this girl who flips her hair onto the face of her jiagmate. Yeh, yeh, yeh yeh. Flip. Then who could forget our human ringtoss, our abused and about to be impeached vice president stood there and accepted the hulla hoops. Haha. Human ringtoss. Pak! She got hit on the face.

*************pumutok.... si Jackie. Sumabog na. Si Jackie******************

Promotion was given to Lala for being such a great dancer. ACDT na toh yo! Of course who's worthy of taking up her place? Moi. laugh, laugh. The practice brought out every person's HUWATAlaugh and of course, comments from hairflipper, huwatalaugh! or puputok!

Tired and sleepy, I fell asleep still seeing the sun shining. Suddenly waking up due to the sudden feel of pain on my crotch, opening my eyes to the sudden darkness around. Only to find out we were still in Guadalupe, so i went back to sleep, after a while seeing we were somewhere in Quezon or EDSA, the breaklights were soo friggin bright. Blindness. Pupils adjusting to the right size for such brightness, my eyes spotted the M. Love ko toh! McDo! Almost finishing my day's allowance, I made it utang na lang. teehee. Not eating dinner but having plans on eating my, yummmm, caramel sundae. teehee. spoiled. oh well.
The playlist of the past:
Song #1: James Blunt's You're beautiful, shit, memories. After that it reminds you of Goodbye my lover. Mischa, pronounced as Meesha, like Kingship the reader says Keengsheep, so sexual and gross in the video. Yuck. Goodby my loverr, goodbye my friend. You have been the one for me. Tss, yeah right.
Song #2 Best I ever had. Listening to it in the car on my way to, shit, La Salle. Sa La Salle pa talaga pinakinggan. The familiar words shook me and it freaked me out coz the situation fits perfectly. Darn.
*to be continued...

Runaway puppy

Three people in the picture, the perfect guy secretly wishing he was clearly shown. The perfect girl wishing she was the only one left. The other guy, wishing he could stay longer. All three are living this lie. The lie that secretly symbolize a single wish. The wish being the need to stay in the picture but with a true story. Each person shows the picture telling and creating their own lie. A lie that finds the other and comes together like a story. A real story. But everyone believed their story. Everyone nods as they listen. Everyone except one girl, the bestfriend. She believed there was a whole other story written behind the picture. That story was another one told. Told to prefect girl. The other guy is holding the prefect girl's hand while the perfect girl looks at him, smiling. Everyone sees a happy couple. Yet bestfriend and perfect girl knows otherwise. Behind a tree, everyone could see a shadow, a shadow of a guy perhaps. Everyone saw the other lover of perfect girl. Everyone saw perfect guy. Yet bestfriend and perfect girl also knew otherwise. Once you see the picture and hear the story with it, everything might make so much sense and you might just believe. But when you hear the story, read the words written on the picture, you'll see something new. Something more complicated. Something less of a real story, its something true. Its a story of sadness and confusion. People might blame perfect girl, laugh at the other guy and take pity on perfect guy. But really the they're the last people we all should blame. They're actually the three people we should applaud to, the people we should smile and nod at. The story written behind them are stories that will surely bring out tears and sudden aw. Then thank bestfriend for such a story. Its brilliant to come up with something like this.

The yellow ball meets redball

Loud voices echoed through the walls of the tiny fitting room. Fitted room. Poses peeked through the mirror, too bad walang camera. Vain. Fitting every top i got, practically one of each displayed on the racks. Yet the pretty dress was chosen favorite and most wanted. But then, certain tops stood out too. It was like redcarpet right there and then. Pretty dress still prevailed as the award-winning due to thin fabric and looking like the pregnant wannabe classmate. Votes on pretty dress ranked higher than the price. And so walking out with this huge smile on my face and pretty dress inside the bag with Bayo proudly printed on it. Department stores weren't that bad after all, yet stares were magnetized on us. Pathetic. Sale on Giordano, gave me the second biggest smile on my face. But then it fell on the floor and shattered into tiny pieces, after hearing wala na po ma'am from the saleslady. Too much pixie dust so she flew away. Tinkerbell. The sight of the yellow ball and the redball together, gave me the feeling. Wanting and feeling that I have a need to buy the black and white one, I walked away. Ate in redribbon, again with the red. One more sulk and I'll spank you right here, says a dad. Sulk. Spank. Conversing with sister, about ughhh first year, made me hate them more. Kim. Barf, barf. The pair of eyes spotted two gay men, wannabe girl gay men, handed them the album I saw earlier. The gay album. Laugh, laugh. Shopped and dropped. Just wonderful.

The redball had a catch.

The long awaited comeback arrived just now. In the midst of a nice day, suddenly the arrival of the red ball bounces through. The five minute Zzzzs during bio was usless because mister chatterbox biofrog just wouldn't shut up. Popping notes and messy handwriting wasn't much of a surprise obviously, too early for bio. Later on, tehh hoolas and tehh hoops just wouldn't stop spinning, well.. who could resist? Spaghetti, yummy, redballs... again. Sitting through the whole "you're a lady" session and the "how you should behave infront of the opposite sex when your hormones are running" talks,attracted laughter and nodds. Certain whispers and 'looks' ran around the room. Experienced eh. Well, certain 'experiences' were meant to be forgotten. Just like how promises are meant to be broken. Lunch came in a snap and miss pau just asked about koala bears. tsk, tsk. First year, mumbling out words of annoyance and deep shit. Annoyingly looking at moi just when the certain fucked up name would slip out of their lips. Gross. Practice once again and the confuzzling job of pressing the play button was just too damn hard for me, apparently. So, entrance suddenly transformed to cha cha. Skip clubs.

Redball just bounced on my thumb as I repeadtedly hit rewind as my iPod played through songs that were with you. Be careful. The redball is murder.

Clinging to the yellow ball

The yellow ball seemed to shine brighter than usual. The same surprises for absentees await. The clueless looks while watching the foot work with the hand tricks, the unfamiliar movement and sudden change of formation. Shocker. Yet, the laughter and smiles were present in each moment. Attendance more perfect and complete compared to mine. The endless warnings and huSSH from miss bio lab teacher but the continous loud laughter and tummy aches echoed through the "sound proof" glass. Glances from annoyed classmates seemed to work yet constipated looks during photo shoots are certain to make their comebacks. Desperate need for six more topics accompanied ignorance and blank minds from the three stooges. Clicking through "effective" science topics and the stupid little minds just copied through them all. With kikay and ka-artehan prepared to help with the little more need, the gullible hands wrote through it all. Submission so late and unexpected seemed to look nothing much of a shocker from the expression on miss bio lab teacher. Oh well.

Spinning and 'belly dance' skills showed off through math, our favorite. Bola. Complete with background music, so hot and full of funn. Don't cha wish you had that period that day?
The atmosphere was like a liberated class, some wild jungle filled classroom wherein the whole faculty just wouldn't dare come in because of some phobia. classophobia? Nah. Absence, once again. Seatwork arrives just five minutes before bell, annoyed and hard-headed students shook their heads and refused to. After seeing the problems to be solved, soo easyy but the fact that they answered eight in both numbers, just made my hand slap my head. FOUR!

The two one bonding session in Assumpta court. Great fun. Gays and lesbians found so hot, blabber mouths, pushers and pregnant wannabes so not. They make you wonder what goes through the rusty wheels in a guy's mind. Some girl talk would solve the rusty part, or maybe some sense. Yet the presence of 'puppy' and the conitous bark of the radar or should I say gaydar, somehow mustered up a little bit more of my HUWATAlaughs.

Simple things like these make the day a little more worthwhile. So much better compared to the sicky sucky day I had yesterday. Sitting in the library and laughing at the constipated face in a photo shoot and the lack of sleep of some celebrities, were SO much better compared to sitting through how many episodes of doctor phil. The old man sitting on a chair, analyzing problems of people he never even met. But as the day goes by, every moment became funn-er compared to the previous one. Building up this great day. At the end, the message is still left in me, help prevent celebrity constipation.