Drunk in the Rain

Walking in the air is all I ever wanted in this existence. Really don’t want to absorb and entertain those bloody and crappy stuffs.

Being well-oiled  is the best thing in outweighing those negativities.

Hitting the bottle should not be  alone,  devote  it with our close buddies so that  giggling and joking will  always be p art of it.

Never mind the after-effect.

Ignore being sick as a dog.

What matter is?

…the moment while gulping those high-spirited liquids.

…the moment while eating those eatables like a pig.

…the moment while disturbing the silence of the night.

…and the best part?  the moment while hitting the zigzag road.

So amazing!

Wanna linger to this  kind of breathing!

But I can’t… we can’t…

Everything in this world have neutralizers!

So damn to accept. The helL!

Wet weather. It is raining! aha!

These days I’ve been encountering those so-sh*t-to-accept facts and notes of life. Rare are the days of not seeing and encountering those baloney stuffs.

So drunk in the rain!

Drunk of not drinking those alcohols, but absorbing the thought to  those who are hitting rough weather.

“Nganu kaha mag apil2 jud ko sa ubang kinabuhi nuh?” (just ask me if you really can’t translate this line.)

Affected! Aha! So very much affected!

Rain Rain can you go away?! Maybe perhaps you are the reason of everybody’s “EMOness“ Aha!

Emotions were pouring and still pouring maybe because of your existence.

Tama nah ulan… ‘balik ka nlang sa susunud! Would you?

So bad! I’m blaming the poor rain.

or should I say?  Damn are those hard-to-accept neutralizers of life….

Wala na sanang EMO! aha!

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