please send in some clowns...
last memory of rainfall on a gloomy monday
Its been raining for quite some time this week. so much rain that it makes all moods gloomy and i feel so restless. i can hear my phone ringing. i know its her. the pattern can now be counted as a routine now. she called and said she was coming here. it was the third time this week so i noticed. i know arguing would not help for i know she was already there waiting. in a gloomy rainy monday, i picked up my black umbrella and went up to the nearest 7-11 in my block. she was waiting outside holding her red umbrella. she said her friend had dropped her off. it was raining still and the wind blows every now and then and i can see her shriveling in the cold wind's air. she looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing clothes not enough to keep her warm.
i walked up to her and said, "you shouldn't come here to see me anymore" and other stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
but she answered me with those three words and said, "I miss you."
i put it aside and told her coldly,"lets go, i'll take you home now."
she didn't open up her umbrella, its like i can see in her eyes how she wished to share just one umbrella.
i said, "open up your umbrella, we're going."
unwillingly, she opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. she tried to speak up, hesitated but then said that she hadn't eaten up lunch or anything yet and asked if we can go somewhere to eat.
right away I answered with a stoned heart, "no!"
with a disappointed look on her face she asked me to take her to the train station instead. she said she would just ride the train back home. i didn't nod or answer and just drove my way to the train station and the conversation ended.
maybe it was the rain, or i didn't notice that it was just rush hour but the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. we waited for quite some time and waited still. then i glimpsed at her only to found out hat she is looking at me innocently. being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. i can understand how she felt coming all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. with her soft eyes staring at me, i can feel the guilt eating me that it nearly wanted me to speak to her to stay up for the night.
but reality struck again and i coldly told her, "let's go try the other train station."
as we were driving to the next station a flashback crossed my mind. we were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. back then there are four of us that got along well. most of the the time we would enjoy doing the same activities like eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go out camping. we were more like a family, but it didn't occur to me that i would end up falling for her. it happened during the last year of college, having lived together under the same roof for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. but after she graduated, she went back home while i stayed for one more year to finish school. but it didn't stopped me from seeing her even though i know that taking a long trip by means of train is the only way of being with her. though we only met for brief periods, it became my most treasured memory.
we stopped about a couple of blocks away from the train station. so we got out and start walking alongside the road. she was in front of me and I was right behind her. i noticed her umbrella had a broken spoke. she looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. at times, she drifted off the road and nearly got hit by the passing cars, she might be preoccupied with thoughts about things...about what she's doing and sorts..so i thought. what i wanted was to just take her in my arms, but i did nothing and swallowed every thought of it as the pain in my stomach doubled up and i endured everything up.
we passed by the park where we used to go on the way. it was the same park we used to go to when we were still together.
with begging eyes she asked if we could stay for a moment and promised to go home after it.
my cold heart softened to her begs but i did put up an annoyed face and walked in the park and sat there trying to looked very annoyed, with the manner that i want to leave while she went to the big oak tree was looking for something. i didn't dare ask what she was looking for, for i knew what it was. it was the inscription done with a silver ink pen half a year ago. if i remember correctly it says "tim and grace drank chocolate here and would love and cherish each other forever~" she was looking around for quite a while, then came back slowly with teary eyes and told me in between sobs "tim i can't find it...it's not there anymore.."
i felt so sour inside even the constant stream of pain flowed in my heart i pretend i didn't care and said, "are you through?..can we go now?"
i didn't wait for her reply and just stood and opened up my black umbrella. she just stood there hoping to find a chance and then just blurted "you made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? i know i can be so very unreasonable but i can change. you know that, so can we please start over?"
i just looked down and shooked my head and started walking again. i know she was crying as we walked towards the station. the silent night was drowned by the sound of raindrops as it falls on the wet pavement angulfing the silent cries of grace as we go along.
it happened four years ago, the day the doctor told me i had cancer. i though it was still curable that it made me hoped that i did found it earlier. i lived my life normally. i was assured that it was just benign and that it would go away. some things are too good to be true. that i was sure off due to that a month ago, my stomach was hurting badly for two weeks straight, and sudden nightmares awoke me again and again in a daily basis. i tried to endure the pain hoping for it to go away, but it grew stronger to the point that I can't bear it anymore like it was eating me all up inside. i went back to the doctor and took up diagnostics. the shocking and dreaded news cam slamming into my face as he showed me a black spot in my xray signifying that it progressed to a point that it can't be fixed anymore. i became so confused at the moment. i deny the facts and order the doctor to redo the tests again to prove him that this wasn't mine.they redo the test and came up with the same results. i became devastated. i became so depressed that i isolate myself to the people around me. i became so foolish and plan to commit suicide. i try to hide every intentions about it, especially to grace. the person i love the most. i hide the truth to her. grace is still young. she didn't have to go through this. so i made up stories and lied to her. i know it was a cruel thing to do. it broke her heart as mine did too, but i know i didn't have a long time left and it would be easy for it to be just gone even if i had to wipe out those three wonderful years of feelings with her. i know eventually if i undergo chemo that i would just prolong the pain and agony. i can't bear to see her cry every day for me, just because im weak and with this curse thats been eating every piece of me. i knew by now im close to succeeding and this drama would be over soon. after 30 minutes and this would all be over is all i had in mind.
by the time we got to the station, it was closed. there would be no more trains running so I called a taxi for her. as were just standing there waiting and wasting our last moments of togetherness in silence i removed my umbrella and started to cry. she hadn't notice the tears as the rain washed it away from my face.
i hailed a taxi coming from the east side, i held my tears and said to her, "take care of yourself. take good care of yourself."
she didn't answered and just nodded lightly and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out in the rain while i followed behind her. we became two seperate beings there. one red and black being a bit far away from each other. i opened the door for her and she got in. i close the door that would separate us forever. i stood by the car, staring at the dark window, overlooking the first love and would be the last love of my life. the car started moving towards the street but i couldn't hold my sorrow and twist in my heart any longer that i started chasing the moving taxi, waving my arms wildly and shouting for it to stop shouting cries of her name and of the things that i wanted to tell her for i know it would be the last time for me to say so. i wanted to tell her i love her, for her to stay, to tell her so much how badly i needed her comfort, her smile and every little thing, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. as warm tears kept flowing down my face as it blended with the cold rain drops. i became empty. i feel cold, like i died then and there.
she left, and i didn't get anymore of her calls even until today. for i know she didn't see my tears. for they were washed away by the rain. i left without regrets.
but this was not tim. this is grace. and this was the last piece of memory that tim and i shared. as i found his diary a month ago in his empty apartment where he was last seen. on his bed sleeping forever. and here i am now lying in the same bed and saying my final goodbye for i will see my beloved soon.
i walked up to her and said, "you shouldn't come here to see me anymore" and other stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
but she answered me with those three words and said, "I miss you."
i put it aside and told her coldly,"lets go, i'll take you home now."
she didn't open up her umbrella, its like i can see in her eyes how she wished to share just one umbrella.
i said, "open up your umbrella, we're going."
unwillingly, she opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. she tried to speak up, hesitated but then said that she hadn't eaten up lunch or anything yet and asked if we can go somewhere to eat.
right away I answered with a stoned heart, "no!"
with a disappointed look on her face she asked me to take her to the train station instead. she said she would just ride the train back home. i didn't nod or answer and just drove my way to the train station and the conversation ended.
maybe it was the rain, or i didn't notice that it was just rush hour but the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. we waited for quite some time and waited still. then i glimpsed at her only to found out hat she is looking at me innocently. being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. i can understand how she felt coming all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. with her soft eyes staring at me, i can feel the guilt eating me that it nearly wanted me to speak to her to stay up for the night.
but reality struck again and i coldly told her, "let's go try the other train station."
as we were driving to the next station a flashback crossed my mind. we were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. back then there are four of us that got along well. most of the the time we would enjoy doing the same activities like eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go out camping. we were more like a family, but it didn't occur to me that i would end up falling for her. it happened during the last year of college, having lived together under the same roof for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. but after she graduated, she went back home while i stayed for one more year to finish school. but it didn't stopped me from seeing her even though i know that taking a long trip by means of train is the only way of being with her. though we only met for brief periods, it became my most treasured memory.
we stopped about a couple of blocks away from the train station. so we got out and start walking alongside the road. she was in front of me and I was right behind her. i noticed her umbrella had a broken spoke. she looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. at times, she drifted off the road and nearly got hit by the passing cars, she might be preoccupied with thoughts about things...about what she's doing and sorts..so i thought. what i wanted was to just take her in my arms, but i did nothing and swallowed every thought of it as the pain in my stomach doubled up and i endured everything up.
we passed by the park where we used to go on the way. it was the same park we used to go to when we were still together.
with begging eyes she asked if we could stay for a moment and promised to go home after it.
my cold heart softened to her begs but i did put up an annoyed face and walked in the park and sat there trying to looked very annoyed, with the manner that i want to leave while she went to the big oak tree was looking for something. i didn't dare ask what she was looking for, for i knew what it was. it was the inscription done with a silver ink pen half a year ago. if i remember correctly it says "tim and grace drank chocolate here and would love and cherish each other forever~" she was looking around for quite a while, then came back slowly with teary eyes and told me in between sobs "tim i can't find it...it's not there anymore.."
i felt so sour inside even the constant stream of pain flowed in my heart i pretend i didn't care and said, "are you through?..can we go now?"
i didn't wait for her reply and just stood and opened up my black umbrella. she just stood there hoping to find a chance and then just blurted "you made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? i know i can be so very unreasonable but i can change. you know that, so can we please start over?"
i just looked down and shooked my head and started walking again. i know she was crying as we walked towards the station. the silent night was drowned by the sound of raindrops as it falls on the wet pavement angulfing the silent cries of grace as we go along.
it happened four years ago, the day the doctor told me i had cancer. i though it was still curable that it made me hoped that i did found it earlier. i lived my life normally. i was assured that it was just benign and that it would go away. some things are too good to be true. that i was sure off due to that a month ago, my stomach was hurting badly for two weeks straight, and sudden nightmares awoke me again and again in a daily basis. i tried to endure the pain hoping for it to go away, but it grew stronger to the point that I can't bear it anymore like it was eating me all up inside. i went back to the doctor and took up diagnostics. the shocking and dreaded news cam slamming into my face as he showed me a black spot in my xray signifying that it progressed to a point that it can't be fixed anymore. i became so confused at the moment. i deny the facts and order the doctor to redo the tests again to prove him that this wasn't mine.they redo the test and came up with the same results. i became devastated. i became so depressed that i isolate myself to the people around me. i became so foolish and plan to commit suicide. i try to hide every intentions about it, especially to grace. the person i love the most. i hide the truth to her. grace is still young. she didn't have to go through this. so i made up stories and lied to her. i know it was a cruel thing to do. it broke her heart as mine did too, but i know i didn't have a long time left and it would be easy for it to be just gone even if i had to wipe out those three wonderful years of feelings with her. i know eventually if i undergo chemo that i would just prolong the pain and agony. i can't bear to see her cry every day for me, just because im weak and with this curse thats been eating every piece of me. i knew by now im close to succeeding and this drama would be over soon. after 30 minutes and this would all be over is all i had in mind.
by the time we got to the station, it was closed. there would be no more trains running so I called a taxi for her. as were just standing there waiting and wasting our last moments of togetherness in silence i removed my umbrella and started to cry. she hadn't notice the tears as the rain washed it away from my face.
i hailed a taxi coming from the east side, i held my tears and said to her, "take care of yourself. take good care of yourself."
she didn't answered and just nodded lightly and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out in the rain while i followed behind her. we became two seperate beings there. one red and black being a bit far away from each other. i opened the door for her and she got in. i close the door that would separate us forever. i stood by the car, staring at the dark window, overlooking the first love and would be the last love of my life. the car started moving towards the street but i couldn't hold my sorrow and twist in my heart any longer that i started chasing the moving taxi, waving my arms wildly and shouting for it to stop shouting cries of her name and of the things that i wanted to tell her for i know it would be the last time for me to say so. i wanted to tell her i love her, for her to stay, to tell her so much how badly i needed her comfort, her smile and every little thing, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. as warm tears kept flowing down my face as it blended with the cold rain drops. i became empty. i feel cold, like i died then and there.
she left, and i didn't get anymore of her calls even until today. for i know she didn't see my tears. for they were washed away by the rain. i left without regrets.
but this was not tim. this is grace. and this was the last piece of memory that tim and i shared. as i found his diary a month ago in his empty apartment where he was last seen. on his bed sleeping forever. and here i am now lying in the same bed and saying my final goodbye for i will see my beloved soon.
i think i heard you the first time but im really not buying it.
i have this thing going on...its not that really important or anything. im trying to speak my mind as hard and as loud as i can...though voicing your opinions to some may appear too nagging, whiny, or just typical annoying for some matter...well i hate to agree nor would i love to disagree but what the heck. everyone is entitled to their opinions. its just that there are things that i could choose for consideration. well almost at least. lol
then comes the annoying part. yeah the day is over. im still awake. you ask why. well you know damn well i wont answer truthfully. maybe im sick, i think i have insomnia..maybe im also an addict...im addicted to staying up late and just watch time flew by and see the darkness around my eyes that would gave me another round of applause. good job. you earned it!. maybe im tired too..tired of hearing the same crap daily. making me want to go out where in i dont have any idea where to get the funds for those wicked job hunting in the worse jungle ive ever been to. shook me up now..maybe my eyes are sleepy now...can you see me wooble when i walk? or do you notice how long i yawn? i saw you looking at your watch trying to count the seconds as i gasped for oxygen deeply...maybe im suffering from hypoxia..maybe not...another day comes...same shit..would it be better? i dont thinks so..not when my mind and mood where in this state...a state that i wont tell a soul why. am i procatinating something? do i feel bored. a quick yes. do you think im saying anything new. a quikcer no. i haven't even started on narrating my view about yesterday's start of my day. and then i think im just blabbering nonesense again and again..well what's new. like hell i care. im close to thinking that im having this as my own personal therapy.
am i close to being dilusional? not quite. am i a borderline neurotic? i realy have no idea. should i call a shrink? hell if i can pay someone to listen to me. i wont bother and take the hassle of consulting someone wherein fact i know what really is wrong with me.. is there really something wrong? do you think im making shit up? hmmm questions arises and i really enjoying just typing my mind out. *well voicing it out would be appropriate if i am speaking but im not and does it really matter now? by the time you came into this part of reading my very long introduction i think you just shaved a couple of precious minutes of your time wherein you can in fact should have put it on reading the news. listening to your LSS. communicating to your someone special or maybe just being alive and enjoying the midnight sun or the scorching moon. with all this bothering nonesense do you think i have a point that i need to pin point? that my friend is what you need to know and what i want to find out myself.
after all the shenanigans and blabbering warnings and hints that i gave you, yet you still continue to browse this rhetorical nonesense and literary oblivion that i myself dont know what it means. the frequent trains of thoughts have left me wandering last night and i think i miss the bus of thoughts too.. im really enjoying the turn of events as of now. let's see what would happen next as i wake up tomorrow....well that is if i DO wake up. -ciaosu
love is in the air...and i don't care
the thing is..i really don't haha..im not that bitter over the years that i spent valentines either with friends or just by myself, i really don't care..its just like any other day. a normal day for me aside from the many hassle of seeing people roam the streets hand in hand bearing bouquet of flowers and what nots everywhere...even the vendors roam the school grounds selling roses, choklets, dolls and whatnot..you're blocking the sidewalk mister kindly remove that bucket full of dilapidated roses from the cemetery...that's not nice hehe...and then there is a whole lot of mushy mushy tunes that raves the airwaves...retelling everyone that it is valentines day..."please sit back and unwind for the next tune is dedicate to the lovers that hails from (*insert place here) namely (*insert guy's name here or watever sort of endearment they call for each other) and (*same goes for the girl)..then *insert mushy tune here* hah! like i ker.
aside from the sidewalk monstrosity, mostly everywhere you go you would ought to find something with symbolics things ...paper cut out decorations, hanging shout outs of some sort, tarpaulins, banners and even people( im talking about the workers) dressing up for the occasion..well isn't that exciting?a valentine themed place for us to dine but we cant make out here maybe lets try the theater or something haha.. a valentine themed place thats been oozing for a month long maybe two (you can't put aside the pre valentines and the post valentines cant you?) oh i seem to forgot the valentine themed movies and the likes haha. everybody who is everybody knew and you don't? wth is that!?!? its like you miss forever dude..or so they say. well im not buying that whole lovey dovey crap that artists do just for the movie to sell wherein fact you knew that they are artists...its what they do..its what the're putting a hell lot of effort for..for them to earn. and for them to get attention. waw its like a bloody battle royale of whose loveteam shall last! be it dingdong-marian, kc-richard or piolo-angel, or even the unlikely tandem of sarah-john lloyd...(*basta ako pops and martin pa rin. haha) i mean i really have no issue for watever crap they want to sell..its like every romance movie has its own formula. they fight, they cry, there are the pasweety-tweety tums thing, the awful choreography and then the singing...great beard of zeus! that really is one annoying thing about it. well unless what you are watching is a musical then heck with the singing for that's what you will expect.
im kinda feeling my valentine-grinch feeling overwhelming now..seriously. well boo hoo for me to have not enjoy the day or night or watever for this occasion has to offer. i may find it overrated at some point but nonetheless it wouldn't kill for others to enjoy it. well just do it. just don't let me join you haha or you wouldn't like it. as i searched the net for something interesting i would like to give you all a hate letter :D im hoping you would find it interesting too.
aside from the sidewalk monstrosity, mostly everywhere you go you would ought to find something with symbolics things ...paper cut out decorations, hanging shout outs of some sort, tarpaulins, banners and even people( im talking about the workers) dressing up for the occasion..well isn't that exciting?a valentine themed place for us to dine but we cant make out here maybe lets try the theater or something haha.. a valentine themed place thats been oozing for a month long maybe two (you can't put aside the pre valentines and the post valentines cant you?) oh i seem to forgot the valentine themed movies and the likes haha. everybody who is everybody knew and you don't? wth is that!?!? its like you miss forever dude..or so they say. well im not buying that whole lovey dovey crap that artists do just for the movie to sell wherein fact you knew that they are artists...its what they do..its what the're putting a hell lot of effort for..for them to earn. and for them to get attention. waw its like a bloody battle royale of whose loveteam shall last! be it dingdong-marian, kc-richard or piolo-angel, or even the unlikely tandem of sarah-john lloyd...(*basta ako pops and martin pa rin. haha) i mean i really have no issue for watever crap they want to sell..its like every romance movie has its own formula. they fight, they cry, there are the pasweety-tweety tums thing, the awful choreography and then the singing...great beard of zeus! that really is one annoying thing about it. well unless what you are watching is a musical then heck with the singing for that's what you will expect.
im kinda feeling my valentine-grinch feeling overwhelming now..seriously. well boo hoo for me to have not enjoy the day or night or watever for this occasion has to offer. i may find it overrated at some point but nonetheless it wouldn't kill for others to enjoy it. well just do it. just don't let me join you haha or you wouldn't like it. as i searched the net for something interesting i would like to give you all a hate letter :D im hoping you would find it interesting too.
1 "The great love that I have for you
2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3 grows every day. When I see you,
4 I do not even like your face;
5 the one thing that I want to do is to
6 look at other girls. I never wanted to
7 marry you. Our last conversation
8 was very boring and has not
9 made me look forward to seeing you again.
10 You think only of yourself.
11 If we were married, I know that I would find
12 life very difficult, and I would have no
13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14 to give, but it is not something that
15 I want to give to you. No one is more
16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
17 able to care for me and help me.
18 I sincerely want you to understand that
19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
20 if you think this is the end. Do not try
21 to answer this. Your letters are full of
22 things that do not interest me. You have no
23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25 I am still your boyfriend."
love nots
2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3 grows every day. When I see you,
4 I do not even like your face;
5 the one thing that I want to do is to
6 look at other girls. I never wanted to
7 marry you. Our last conversation
8 was very boring and has not
9 made me look forward to seeing you again.
10 You think only of yourself.
11 If we were married, I know that I would find
12 life very difficult, and I would have no
13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14 to give, but it is not something that
15 I want to give to you. No one is more
16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
17 able to care for me and help me.
18 I sincerely want you to understand that
19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
20 if you think this is the end. Do not try
21 to answer this. Your letters are full of
22 things that do not interest me. You have no
23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25 I am still your boyfriend."
*This is a love letter from a boy to a girl.. however, the girl's father does not like the boy and want them to stop seeing each other. and so knowing that the girl's father will definitely read the letter he told the girl to read only the odd numbers. well originally it was read between the lines..i assume he wrote it in a piece of paper wherein the ones in the odd numbers were placed in the spaces and the rest were in the lines get it? if you still don't then i may ask you to go ahead buy a piece of rope and tie it around your neck to ease the suffering
but what the heck is this for?? im just being fair. as i said it wouldn't kill me to at least nag and whine about my so called grouchy valentines day 
(*credit goes to baby cramqueencharliebee)
(*credit goes to baby cramqueencharliebee)love nots
Just gReat!
you have to force yourself to get up to be early on the interview and wait for 2 hours for the interviewer to arrive only to found out that they dont need males for their staff... the discrimination is just great.. really great. thanks for wasting my time.
R u cereal????
i happen to get by sm megamall yesterday and i happen to overheard some very ecstatic woman talking to her friend...uttering the phrase " you know girl there's an imagination line here"...and i was like..whoah.... wth is that??? is it a space wherein when you get passed there vivid things would spurt out of nowhere and you will be in a somewhat trantic state hehe ...i thought an image of spongbob doing that rainbow thinggy with his hands ..."imagination".
maybe i was just bored that there...and i was close to blurt out "hey! you ispik fluid inglish too,... no kidney...you understanding???" that would be too cruel nonetheless .
ano ba ang epekto kung meron kang depekto
kung meron man o wala anu nman yun sayo?
kaya ka ba nandito dahil isa kang perpekto?
ang pagakakaalam ko e pareho lang tayo
wag kang mag angas kapal ng mukha mo
kita mo ba sa paningin ng ibang kilala mo
kasuklamsuklam na ang dulot nito sayo
wangis ng isang nagpupumilit maging demonyo
kasamaang walang patid , sagad hanggang buto
paano kaya kung ibaling ko ang mga ito sayo?
ng maranasan mo ang pait at sakit na dulot nito
kung isasantabi ko man ang aking napagisipang plano
makuha mo kayang tiisin ang mga sandali hanggang dulo?
kaya ano nga ba ang epekto kung di ka perpekto?
manatiling isang kaawa awang may depekto?
mag isip man ako ng tamang bagay na ipapayo
wala rin saysay yun kung para sa isang tulad mo
goodbye - the worst thing anyone can say to me
this was inspired by the song - people get really drunk in las vegas by size 14...
Let`s rock
Good-bye, the worst thing
That she could say to me
She`s now a brand new chapter
In my book of agony
Gonna hop on a Greyhound bus
Gonna get the fuck out of here
To a place that never closes
And there`s lots of beer
People get really drunk in Las Vegas
They get wasted out of their mind
People get really drunk in Las Vegas
But that`s where I`ll be spending my time
Last call, there is none
Keep drinkin` `til God knows when
And the licquor`s always free
As long as you pretend that you`re gambling
Bartender I`ll take another
Gonna wash that bitch right out of my hair
Gonna drink to life all over
I just don`t care
People get really drunk in Las Vegas
They get wasted out of their mind
People get really drunk in Las Vegas
But that`s where I`ll be spending my time
How do you think it feels
Throwing up on the roulette wheel
Whatever it takes to forget you
People get really drunk in Las Vegas
They get wasted out of their mind
People get really drunk in Las Vegas
But that`s where I`ll be spending my time
People get really drunk in Las Vegas
They get really drunk in Las Vegas
Really fucking drunk in Las Vegas
But that`s where I`ll be spending my time
how i wish i was in vegas
shape shifting monstrosity
i had a weird dream last night or better yet this morning...im not that sure if its due to the book that i read the time before i doze off or because im just really pissed about my brother wanting the lights to be shut off. anyhow back to the dream or nightmare or wateva, it started weird from the beginning..i was a freaking driver for a family i didnt know who runs or leads..it seems like a mafia and then came some of the henchmens..3 of them were guys and 1 is a female..all of them look silently sinister in a way..with glasses and all plus the black suits with red tie for the guys and red orange ones for the seductive and very deadly female. little did i know the time went by fast..as in very fast the next thing i knew i was driving them out for something in a cold night..into the abandoned asylum that i never heard of.. and then it was like i was told not to ask questions as they all went out of the black audi car..then something caught my eye as they shifted from their human form to something else...one became dog or wolf like thing i remembered he was don, then another became a black bear i forgot his name.. one became a bat a very big one it may seem like he's a size of a 5 year old toddler and the last one, marie became an eagle or it maybe a crow the size of an eagle the last one really creeps me out, although all of their eyes are blood red and they silently growl and maybe snarling for all i care yet i kinda seems to just let it go by unnoticed its like i am just a spectator and my body is on its own that day..what happen next was unexplanable..i just happen to be reading the newspaper to see that there were people who were inside that asylum..all found dead and every piece of their body were dismembered...a black bear died alongside those gruesomely scene. gossips and scandals were soaring across the media as everybody is talking about the massacre that happened. the next thing i knew was somebody new was being introduced to me...his eyes were like knives as his looks were like piercing everything i can sense the same bloodlust as i previously saw. nad he was a shape shifter too...darn..the hissing sound he made kinda blew the hint that he was one too..one of them.. a lot happen after all were a blur to me..what really sinked in was when i found out i was chained somewere and the three of the guys were guarding me..i also noticed that i am beaten to a pulp now...it felt hot. like i was taking a hot shower..although that shower was my blood..my eyes were nearly close as i saw the three shape shifting bastards who i think was the reason behind my condition smiling wickedly and sinister like..especially the new one.. he explained that he was the reason why the bear got killed and the other two just laugh as he was retelling the story.. the laughing ended when we all hear something...it was like a shriek cry of some sort...i then realized it was the lady eagle.. the looks on all of them suddenly change and became different..the mood has change and now they became alert and angry..the bat and the wolf like thing went out to look for the intruder and the new one just stay and sat down near me...he sat down as boastful as he can be and just waited...he somewhat knew that the two who went out wouldnt be enough to handle the intruder..then came the moment when the two have met..the fight would start by any minute or second now...the guy morphed into a snake..a big cobra..a venomous black cobra ready to strike anytime and the other a huge eagle...her wings flapped and a sudden gust of wind rushed..and a serious aura of bloodlust can be felt from the two of them...they were very alert and ready to strike and they look like they both are waiting for the other to make a move..and then...just when they both rushed in to fight head on...i woke up..damn.