it's 3:12 am... i don't know if my cellphone clock agrees with the internet clock... but I was up all night with Josh, walking the dusty streets of Cebu.
the night is maroon.
enshrining the golden moon
upholding all sentimentalities
all curses, all prophesies
that make young girls swoon
by the beautiful moon
we went from place to place, debating about how to conduct yourself in a police camp; evading suspicious looking men; teasing each other about each other's loves, may God have mercy on their tongues*; eventually discussing the tragedies of love; talking about life and death and of God's purpose; and the most important part-eating.
Fuente osmena was pretty much alive with students studying for the oncoming finals examinations; yuppies; bored rich kids; and other interesting characters. There was one lady who was in black. Her hair was brown from coloring and her lips were red from lipstick. She was wearing pinstripe shorts that hugged her nonexistent ass. And she was clutching a disturbingly bright blue bag. She kept on sitting outside the restaurant as if she was waiting for someone. She was very pretty. She kept on ordering food too.
The night was alive with the blood of the young
Groaning the beat of songs unsung
And the light of several temptations, beckoning
Beckoning to those who were laughing,to those frowning
Feed me with your laughter said the effervescent Night
We share as you gobble up everything in sight
Josh told me about how they walked these streets, him and his gamer friends, looking for battles in virtual forests-Defense of the Ancients. A game I gave up on when i started becoming good at it. They'd visit this one internet cafe and challenge the english speaking med students from cebu Doc... that is, if they weren't in talamban, doing the same.
And you my friend, a bard of sorts
Tell me the story of you and your cohorts
As you launch in a campaign
To earn new domain
Over lands that you cannot touch or hear
Over trophies you cannot hold dear
It's fun bonding with adopted brothers. Too bad I never got to do it with my real brother.
the night is maroon.
enshrining the golden moon
upholding all sentimentalities
all curses, all prophesies
that make young girls swoon
by the beautiful moon
we went from place to place, debating about how to conduct yourself in a police camp; evading suspicious looking men; teasing each other about each other's loves, may God have mercy on their tongues*; eventually discussing the tragedies of love; talking about life and death and of God's purpose; and the most important part-eating.
Fuente osmena was pretty much alive with students studying for the oncoming finals examinations; yuppies; bored rich kids; and other interesting characters. There was one lady who was in black. Her hair was brown from coloring and her lips were red from lipstick. She was wearing pinstripe shorts that hugged her nonexistent ass. And she was clutching a disturbingly bright blue bag. She kept on sitting outside the restaurant as if she was waiting for someone. She was very pretty. She kept on ordering food too.
The night was alive with the blood of the young
Groaning the beat of songs unsung
And the light of several temptations, beckoning
Beckoning to those who were laughing,to those frowning
Feed me with your laughter said the effervescent Night
We share as you gobble up everything in sight
Josh told me about how they walked these streets, him and his gamer friends, looking for battles in virtual forests-Defense of the Ancients. A game I gave up on when i started becoming good at it. They'd visit this one internet cafe and challenge the english speaking med students from cebu Doc... that is, if they weren't in talamban, doing the same.
And you my friend, a bard of sorts
Tell me the story of you and your cohorts
As you launch in a campaign
To earn new domain
Over lands that you cannot touch or hear
Over trophies you cannot hold dear
It's fun bonding with adopted brothers. Too bad I never got to do it with my real brother.
posted by Ara | 2:49 a. m.
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