whatcha ona bout girl??

whatcha ona bout girl??
A retrospective on the inner workings of love, flying pancakes, mensa disasters, dandelion cookies, number bending, super salt, bubblegum oysters, chicken spit, crystal kidneys, guerilla carrots, polychromatic tofu, paraphysics, tender vigilanties, black sand, phillastine placebos, wood soup, buttered shuttlecocks, apostrophe training, fish whips, bleeding speed, plastic fantastic lobster telephones, venus drug rehab, clowns on fire, kiosks on a leash, marshmello overcoats, bottled light, fried blood, unbridled hyperthyroidism, folding wine, amygdula tickling, fainting in coils, hamburgers for the apocalypse, plastic memes, and conjugal fritters.....well...the love parts true

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Tropical boxes, The punkometer on hiatus, and Spartan sparks



Traversing the desert of companionship is of course little fun sans companion. The same is true of tropical paradise however beautiful it is here. The things that make life worth smiling is in the sharing. True that……. Yeah dude…. I know you know that but sometimes the obvious things in life get buried ….even on the beach. So it’s always good to remember what has value and…..what really is just ……press polish. Cuz the love train sells tickets ….only in pairs. Now I cant take credit here.

It's been such a long time I think I should be goin', yeah And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin' Sail on, on a distant highway I've got to keep on chasin' a dream I've gotta be on my way

Its been such a long time indeed. There is much to learn ….new land…….happy man. Ako ay masaya……tunay totoo. Yeah dude school is in. and you know how ah feel bout 8th grade love. That feeling that ….you just cant control….. that shy smile…just… ..pure comfort……making you weak with need is my goal….. ya know??........

Save the mask and spin for someone else……or Halloween if you prefer. Sorry ….I cant share in that….hehehe.

I have always said it is best when its effortless. That connection is …….sweet…… and all too spartan for my liking…….so when there is a spark I rather enjoy the thought of what fires it might bring….. and then of course theres heat. Small smile…….Think of it ….only when theres fire does it get hot. So yeah, I can bite your neck and hold you down …… if you don’t live in a box. Hehehe …….tasty.

Of course you have to lose that control in order to come outside. If you cant do that …well…….dont worry…life is long and there are plenty of opportunities for love…..di ba? Mali ka.

Fan…..tastic

When you have to control letting someone in…..the love train just …..keeps a rollin. The 8th grade checklist is ……well….its…….its…….kinduh……..not like calculus.

RED LIGHT let go of control....i didnt say it was easy....but i believe in it

GREEN LIGHT don’t you remember that feeling???? …cuz back then it was all about the FEELING. You couldn’t explain why….you just……liked someone a lot.

warm smiles open hearts….. True that dude.

It’s a shame ….that thought…. doesn’t survive graduation. Because I rather value someone who not only knows a spark when they see it but wants to share the heat of fire. When you get older……you wont find the love train if you lock your self in a box…….if you work hard to control letting someone in…..

And letting yourself……

Out

Is zat so??

So zat is…..

Living in a box isn’t really living….. Trey logan you…….are a soooooper genius. Walang quenta mahal ko.

Besides …… who remembers calculus?

SIDEBAR: I find that lately I don’t like eating alone……not one bit. Hehehe I think it goes back to sharing……sharing dinner is more than food……sharing a bed is more than sleep…

Where was I?

Oh yeah…..

The punkometer is on hiatus. I wouldn’t mind retiring it as it has been in high gear for quite some time and here…..it might just have outlived its usefulness. Relationships are different here. Is that smart? FAIL Am I worried? PASS

For you: Find that spark……. inside yourself. You deserve that.

For me: Takin my time…..paradise and the love train go together

Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along You'll forget about me after I've been gone And I take what I find, I don't want no more It's just outside of your front door.

Bring it….. bring that spark……My job is to open the door. I’ve taken quite a few hits so we are the same so I understand why tiwalla ang mahirap….and god I miss football…. But really you have to get up to play again. Naintindiihan ka?

Post script: I must confess I am happy. Which is a good thing even though my blogging suffers.

Postscript deux: Im not inclined usually to leave something unsavory as a part of my blog but believe me when I say I would rather die…….. than return. And I hate being underestimated. Let me be clear…… If you are pursuing my where abouts with any intent other than wanting to reestablish a valuable relationship……. I would advise you to leave me alone because I would do ANYTHING to stop you. I flirted with saying “permanent punishment” but that sounds a bit too poetic when I really mean that I would make it my personal goal to ruin your life.

Post script tatlo: some sparks are only that. Just a hint of connection to fade away…….no loss…...the love train moves on.

2 comments:

Malu said...

You have a delicious secret Trey, and you are happy. Glad for you, glad to see you blogging again and some words in Tagalog too. Cheers!

f1trey said...

@ Malou salamat po mahal ko....opo....ako aye masaya niyon...pala!!!!!