The Bona Fide Bum

Archive for November 2007

Mobility.

Posted by: trish on: 11:30:07.

Love, peace, happiness, and all those euphoric words we relate to an ideal life may seem plausibly tangible. It may or may not, depending on how we strive for them. There are people who think, excessively at times, about how they want to reach a certain goal and attain such dreams in live. When will [...]

H->I

Posted by: trish on: 11:14:07.

Trespassing this unknown field gives the beat a little rhythm. Getting an unprecedented call in the middle of the night gave me a nightmare. It’s all worthwhile, it’s all unfair. Everything works this way and that. We all know that society deems it a disgrace, but we choose to tread that path to corruption. Let’s [...]

Dear YOU,

Posted by: trish on: 11:12:07.

If only Satan gives out free wildcards to random people…
You know what? There’s this big ball of pride, idealism, perfectionism, tradition, and self-righteous vanity that has your name on it. Maybe you dropped it, or you’re just making the world see who you really are, but it’s not working the way you want it to, [...]

not cool.

Posted by: trish on: 11:11:07.

Kyoot ka. Teka, ano ulit pangalan mo?
Ask me what you asked me two or three months ago and I’ll definitely give you a different answer. Too bad things don’t operate that way.
It’s supposed to rain today, but the rain dance wasn’t enough to make the little clouds get angry. Oh polar bears, I hope you’re [...]

Darcy.

Posted by: trish on: 11:5:07.

Can you have more friends here than back there??? They gave me answers not even related to the question, or maybe they were too real for me to understand. “You can’t possibly compare more or less 16 years worth of friendship in the Philippines than a year in America.” “That’s possible because you’re in school [...]

Force.

Posted by: trish on: 11:4:07.

I miss this. It’s like an old semester that’s hard to go back to, now matter how hard we try.
I miss you. You’re like a scrambled egg that’s been left out all afternoon – you’re too cold and bitter.
I miss her. She’s like a broken record, playing in my head over and over and over [...]