only you

Every time i hear you voice,

I see your face,

I see comments from you,

I hear you from other people,

even just the thought of you,

makes me feel a sensation of pure annoyance. I can't deal with you. You're despicable. I can't take it. You make people see what you want them to believe, you don't let them know or even let them take a slight look of the real you.

You're fake.You're trash.

Couldn't care less what you think about me. I saw the real you and for so long, i held on to that, knowing it's going to take me nowhere. I've outgrown you.

If i have known the real you way back, i wouldn't even take a second glance at you. But hell. We all make mistakes.

You we're mine.

Earlier, I was sitting outside, thinking about everything again with a cup of coffee on my right.

Reminiscing.

Whenever I think about of what's back home, this someone just pops in my mind.

It's kinda useless thinking about it more thoroughly.

But it really does make me miss home alot more.

I've been here for the longest two weeks of my life.
Always busy, in which, i don't have any complaints about.

I'm somewhat the assistant care taker of my grandad.
Employee of my Aunt.
Assistant of a super-cute-angel-looking Vietnamese woman.
Slave to a pregnant Hungarian.
Kuya to all the present cousins here.

Well.. It's not that i work everyday of the week.
I work when i'm needed.
When they do, i work for the all at the same day, the whole day.

I try to sleep at around 2 to 3-ish in the morning here and wake up at about 6 to 7 something just to check if there's someone worth talking to.

After that, i go to my grandad's home to tend to his needs, and when there's a break, i exercise.
Sometimes, my Aunt would just fetch me so that i could work again because i'm needed for something that they can do all along.

But that's okay. I get to see the beautiful Vietnamese butterfly! HAHAHA!

Stuff.. Then chores and chores untill it becomes a routine.
I got tired of typing.

not real

Had the weirdest dream.

Dreamt about me, taking a cab to LAX, ready to go back home in the Philippines.

In the plane using my cellular phone, calling someone.

(I know i can't use cellular phones inside the plane but it was a dream so shut up! Hehe! Also, i can't remember who i was calling)

Then i got to PAL, took a cab home, paid the driver about $10 for the whole trip, helped me with my luggage.

The house looked totally the same as how i left it. In repair.

Nobody was there but my cat. Well... Nobody knew that i was coming back home.

I contacted somebody to meet somebody, which i can't remember again. My dream was weird! Use your imagination!

Then the scene changes immediately.




i was with my ex...




Kneeling down in front of her. She was standing. Everything around us was black. Only my ex and I can be seen...

Then i woke up, like i was gasping for air. Don't know why.. (what the hell?)

For a moment, i actually thought i was back home in the Philippines..
Then it hit me. I was in the living room, sleeping at my aunt's house.

I looked at my aunt. She was staring at me.

Aunt: You we're talking while you were asleep.

Dan: (yawning) Really? Hmmmph.. (sunk my face on my pillow)

Aunt: Had a nightmare?

Dan: (looked back at her, thinking) Hmmm.. Maybe.. I guess so.

Aunt: What was it about? Was it scary?

Dan: Dunno, I saw my ex.

Aunt: Oooooh! It was scary!

Dan: HAH! Not really.

Aunt: Maybe she thought of you. Or maybe you we're really having a nightmare. (laughs)

/me went back to sleep (grinn)

That was it..




Funny..

i miss you..