Babbling Point

:-( Saved from the Trash Bin A couple of weeks back, I got sick and got stuck at home. I started to rummage through my old stuff and tried to clear up my room of junk that I didn't need. Found an old notebook where I scribbled down some thoughts which I tried to pass off as poems. So, here they are... my chopped up journal entries pretending to look like poems. March 13, 1996 / 4:35am SELOS II Bakit ba sa dinamirami ng McDo dito sa Pilipinas dito pa kayo nagtagpuan? Kayong mga nagmamahalan aking mga matalik na kaibigan. Tingnan mo nga naman kung sino ang iyong ka-holding hands. Ang dating Best Friend Johnny ko na ngayon ay executive sa bangko. Di ba sabi mo type mo yung kalbo at may tato. Yung punk na may hikaw sa ilong. So, eto ako ngayon kalbo may tato ng pangalan mo dito sa dibdib ko at mas malala tatlo na ang butas ng ilong ko. August 28, 1996 / 3:35am Untitled Hulyo Lunes umuulan naghanap ng lugar kun...

"Testing 1,2,3" Driving to work today, the Barenaked Ladies started to whine on my car radio. Better than the first time Better than the worst time If I could just reverse time I'd be set I still say they’ve got it good. They’re able to make money out of the misery. If I were able to do that, I’d probably be a multi-billionaire. Misery? I got lots of it. If I put my misery on a garage sale I’d need a warehouse. She got a new apartment It's out on the escarpment And in her glove compartment Are my songs She hasn't even heard them Since she found out what the words meant She decided she preferred them All wrong See? How many people can write a song using the work “escarpment”? Astig, di ba? Testing 1,2,3 Can anybody hear me? If I shed the irony Would anybody cheer me? If I acted less like me Would I be in the clear? Couple of weeks back, people in the office kept mentioning that I was “too happy”, “too cheerful”. They...