"Time has never been a friend to me to me lately."
Whoa. A month of not blogging was something I haven't thought of happening...! Well, it was indeed a very busy month, and I didn't have the leisure of doing some R&R OL (Rest and Recovery OnLine). heheh. :D
Some have been asking me why I haven't blogged for the month of July. Here's my answer:
There's so many school stuffs that I can't ignore.
School demanded my time, and I can't say no. Like, I wanna shout:
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Come on earth!"
I can't believe I haven't got time for myself that month. But right now I have. (Since the midterm has finished... at last!)So here I am.
So much of this loquaciousness...
Ok, I have something here. A friend of mine, whose nickname is Tayo (it's coming, Tayo...!), wrote a poem months ago. I think he wrote this in one of the various boring yet hairtrigger times of Anatomy-Physiology class, and when I read it I wanted instantly to blog it...! :D
As series of unfortunate events took place, I've lost track of things... I wanted his poem as my 99th blog but i lost my copy and...
Ah! The good thing is I got it now.
*Thumb up*
So much of this loquaciousness...
Ok, I have something here. A friend of mine, whose nickname is Tayo (it's coming, Tayo...!), wrote a poem months ago. I think he wrote this in one of the various boring yet hairtrigger times of Anatomy-Physiology class, and when I read it I wanted instantly to blog it...! :D
As series of unfortunate events took place, I've lost track of things... I wanted his poem as my 99th blog but i lost my copy and...
Ah! The good thing is I got it now.
*Thumb up*
"Perishing Trespass"
This is my felt tremor:
This is my felt tremor:
Simply, my long gone fret.
The painful line between us,
Wrecked by the fact we met.
Can't you be like a thought?
Tampered yet forgotten.
And like her, a goddess,
A false sought to ripen.
I would rather have you
A mist that I can't grasp.
Than her the ultimate lust
With lips swollen with wasp.
(Bigaon ning bayhana ni! Hahaha.)
Please be my soul's purpose.
A raw lie to fie for.
Though it's not me you love,
what a dream I adore!
Wrecked by the fact we met.
Can't you be like a thought?
Tampered yet forgotten.
And like her, a goddess,
A false sought to ripen.
I would rather have you
A mist that I can't grasp.
Than her the ultimate lust
With lips swollen with wasp.
(Bigaon ning bayhana ni! Hahaha.)
Please be my soul's purpose.
A raw lie to fie for.
Though it's not me you love,
what a dream I adore!
Here you go, Tayo! :D
Congrats for having your poem online! *smile*
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