Dance

- draft -

It was past midnight
For our rendezvous dance
Under the moonlight signals
And the sparks passing through
The coiled wires

I said my opening Hi
You replied with your sweet Hello
Our relaxed ceremonial
To start an endless dancing in the sky

Through the magic box
I could see how your eyes spark
By hitting the right keys of melodies
The sky opened a stage for our intimate party

Your steps were no usual
For a girl with a delicate heart
And the way you tease me around
Made an absorbing delight

Your admiring touch
Melted my reserved feelings inside
And as I placed my hands on your waist
And yours on my shoulders
The slow steps progressed into a splendor change

I said, you’re a great dancer
You enticed me that I was flirting
I chuckled
Then you absently combed your hair with your fingers
And I said that I was in love

You just looked at my eyes and
Then we danced
Stepping through the questions arising on the ground
We just danced, and danced
And danced

The clock rung three times
A time of bidding goodbye to the uncertain paradise
You walked away
And then you looked back at me and waved your hand
I smiled and drifted on my bed
Holding the phone on my chest


- sunny




with the last message:
"bukas ulet text text and chat tayo ha"

n.b. photo credit to amore'
thanks buddy!

pigging out

Pigging Out – the title that is well suited to this man.

Here’s the catch: While some are having the forty winks the Pig would tiptoes to the kitchen and rummage the fridge, leaving empty plastic bags and messy pig slices. If you caught the pig, the pig would just grins with his bloated-mouth, cleans his muddled face and leaves you in a shock state. If the pig has a bucket of goodies, the pig would turn away to his company and would face the wall vacantly while pigging out the goodies crunchily noisy.

You would always see the pig pigging out the goodies like a bachelor in the kitchen and the pig would never cares if he has company. That’s the man I met that gave me annoyance at the outset but then the irritation grew into embarrassment. There were times that I would like to tell him that he wouldn’t need to pig-out. There were times that I’d love to evaporate whenever he’s pigging out because I feel ashamed about him.



And now, I am trying to understand this man. Maybe he’s one of the grown-ups who failed to grow and still fixated to the mine-mine attitude of kiddoes. Meeting this man made me feel proud about my parents on how they nurtured us the value of sharing. Whenever I see the pig on his pigging out business, I just chuckle and mind my own business.