The Ballroom Confessions.

Prom Night.

Hair Checked. Dressed to the nines and looking well on way to stardom. *Dreaming*

Have to pick her up at 5:30 with his dad as his own chauffeur.
A lot was running through his mind,

he promised himself that this was going to be the best night of his High School life.

Off to Chicago they go to pick her up,

He called out her name and she went out.
She wore this golden dress with a ribbon tied around her waist,
Her hair's all prepped up, and her eyes shine like the golden sun.
She smiled gently, walked towards him and greeted him.
He couldn't contain his happiness and excitement, his smiles give way.

They ride out to the palace, the night nearing faster by the minute.
He looks at her, waiting for some sort of conversation.
But No, she fiddles away with her cellphone, texting.
He asks about the flowers, if she liked them and if they were okay,
She replies with an empty Yes, and added that they were beautiful.
He was somewhat irritated about the lack of appreciation or expression,
but managed just to keep quiet and just wanted to enjoy the night.

Stepping off the Vehicle, he assists her in walking with those high-heeled shoes,
Stepping up the stairs, they're greeted by his entourage waiting in the lobby.
In between exchanging of compliments, he wished she'd thrown him some.
In between sighs and words, he's wishing she'd talk to him more tonight.
The group walked up the stairs, on way to the Ballroom.
Her coldness bothered him. But he shrugged it off,
just thinking she had things she's thinking of, Thinking maybe she's tired.

The floor was ready, the sights and sounds of merrymaking,
The food, The atmosphere, and the silent chatter of guests.
It was dim, shadows of pairs were scattered on the floor.
He took the chance, got up and asked her to dance.
She hesitated, but he insisted,

and took her by the hand to the dance floor.

They slow danced and made little conversation.
She was quiet that night,
and the bright lights in her round doe eyes weren't seen.
In fact, there were tears forming from it, but he again ignored it.
Then, Exchange of partners, round and round they go.
Dancing the night out, four times in a row.
The night was winding down, Almost done for the show.
The night was closing out, one last dance to go.

The last song played,
and it was like God himself told him to make the move now.
He felt the moment, and he decided this was it.
He's going to go for it, the last dance was going to be the best.
He walked to her, and asked her again, they got up and danced.

His eyes watered up, nearing to tears,
as he was scared and excited, looking for the right words.
They both fell silent, slow dancing to the song.
It was like she was waiting for him to say it, waiting all night long.
No words exchanged, just stares at each other's face.
The bridge party ended, emotions on overdrive,
his heart was going to burst if he didn't say in this time,
he knew that this was it, no other moment, no other.
he leaned to whisper in her ear and said:

***

I Love You

***

A lot of things happened after that,
no one really knows how, why or what.
Maybe some things just couldn't last,
Beautiful futures might have an ugly past.
Some might end, some might go on,
Don't you hope for too long.

Based on A True Story.

The Ballroom Confessions.

Have A Great Valentine's.

Sayang, Ika'y Nagpaalam Kaibigan.

Nung una kang nakilala, ako'y natuwa.
Napaka-simple, napaka-ganda,
ikaw na nga siguro ang hinahanap nila.
Napaka-talino, napaka-bait,
ano pa nga ba hahanapin mo sa iba?
Tayo'y nagbabatian sa daan,
minsan nagakakasabay sa paglakad,
Ako'y nabighani sa iyong kakulitan, kasiyahan at kalokohan.
Hindi ko inakala na ganun ka kasaya kasama.
Hindi ko inakala ganun ka pala kaganda, sa panloob at panlabas.

Ako'y nangako poprotektahan ka, dahil sa aking tingin,
ika'y isang mamahaling yaman.
Mahirap makuha, mahirap hanapin, tinig mo'y kakaiba.
Tayo'y naging magkaibigan, matalik at masaya.
Tayo'y naging magkaibigan, totoo and wala nang iba.

Ngunit, ano nangyari? bakit tila nagiba ang ihip ng hangin?
Ang prinsesang inalagaa'y tila nawala,
ako'y naghanap, at aking nakita.
Maraming nakapalibot, at lahat ay kinakausap niya.
Aking nabasa sa kanilang mga isipan,
kamunduhan at kasamaang binabalak.
Ako'y nagalit, ngunit iyon ang gusto nya,
Ako'y walang nagawa, kundi sinuportahan nalang siya.

Siya'y sumikat tulad ng araw na nasa kalawakan,
kilala nang lahat, minimithi ng karamihan.
Noong dating simpleng dalaga, ngayo'y maporma na.
Lahat napapalingon tuwing daraan siya.
Sino nga naman bang hindi mabibighani,
sa bagong kagandahan niya.

Marami siyang bagong kaibigan,
karamihan mga kalalakihang mas matatanda sa kanya.
Marami na din siyang panunungkulan,
ibinoto, inupo sa pwesto, inilagay sa dambana't sinamba.
May bagong kapangyarihan, impluwensya at karangyaan.

Nagbago na ang simpleng prinsesa namin,
noong dating mahiyain na dalaga, simple at maganda,
ngayo'y ibang iba na siya.
Hindi na kami kilala, tila nalimutan na
ang pagkakaibigang aming binuo,
ang samahang hinubog at pinatotoo.

Nakakalungkot isipin,
ngayo'y siya'y maraming nakakamit,
mga tunay nyang kaibigan unti-unti'y nawawaglit,
sa bawat araw na lumilipas, bawat tingin ng aming mga mata,
wala na ang kagandahang aki'y unang nakita.
Sayang kaibigan, ika'y nagpaalam na.

A FlowerBed in Chicago.

*part one of The Ballroom Confessions.

4 am. Got to wake up early, he's got plans.

He's been waiting, saving up for this day since late October and the anxiety, excitement and fear was killing him. "Tonight will be the best night of my High School life," he said to himself as he got up from his bed. The mid-February winds were cold, and a certain serenity in the environment enveloped him. He had a quick breakfast and suited up, he had to meet up with friends to buy flowers fresh from the market. Preparing to leave, he counted out his money one by one, feeling up each bill with pride and satisfaction. "One, Two, Three. Three thou it is," he said to himself, as he folded it thin and placed the bills inside his wallet.
He starts out.

It was near daybreak and the 4 boys rode out in a jeep for the Market. As the Jeep rode by, the sight of citizens doing their usual work painted an interesting picture. The excited boy kept replaying his vision of things to come, things to do and things to say. The Music, the Dancing, the Food, the scene. Romantic. Ooops, Dreaming. Back to Reality. Now, they've arrived and off the jeep they go. The crowd was enormous, it looked like everyone also had the same agenda. They walked along the dirty, busy streets of Biñan, looking the flower shops were located near the Church. They found it, a small stall with thousands of flowers around it. They fought off an army of romantics and scrambled their way to the front. It took hours of finding the right color, style, shape and perfection they were looking for. After all the hassle, They picked out a nice 2-dozen bouquet for each of them, with all the qualities checked. The three head home full of excitement and anticipation. But our boy's not finished yet.

He head's to the girls house although he knows she's not there. Weird and inappropriate as it may seem, there were still classes even though it's Prom night. All Seniors didn't attend class, as they were the bosses of the school. She's a Junior, He's a Senior. So the term Junior-Senior prom was appropriate in their situation. He rings the doorbell. Her mom comes out surprised and overwhelmed upon seeing the flowers, almost jumping up and down at the sight of this boy wooing her daughter. So the mom lets him in, and leads him into the girl's room. He slowly places the flowers neatly on her bed, cherishing the moment. He bids the mother farewell, heads home and waits for her to find out.

Her classes are over and she's well on her way home. She sees him, walking home alone. He didn't greet her, nor did she. She wondered why he's acting so strange lately, but she shrugs it off, thinking that he's having problems with his ex-girlfriend or something. She arrives home, kicks off her shoes and jumps in the sofa. Her mom's trying to keep all the excitement inside, looking very restless. After a few television clicks, she heads to her room to get a nap before she prepares of the Prom festivities. She opens her door, and there in her bedspread lays a two-dozen rose boquet waiting for her. She held her breath, heart stopped for a second. She clasped her two hands together to cover her now-open mouth. Some tears fell, some heartbeats appeared and some emotions were felt. Now, Camera, Cut. Lights Out. Next Scene please.

Part One was a success, Part Two's up next.

Based On a True Story.
God Bless.

Prides Fly High.

You, Me and People. Simple.
We Give and Take. Fair is Fair.
In this game of life we only do our share.

But no, Wait.
It Isn't that easy. No.
People keep on putting themselves first.
What I want, What I need, What I Get.
I. I. I.
Me First. Give Me.
Me. Me. Me.
It's selfish, Selfish Pride.

People don't want to move,
They don't want to hurt.
People don't want to take a chance,
but they expect to get something in return.
People don't want to ask,
but they want to get an answer.
People don't want to say they're sorry,
but they want to be forgiven.
People want to love,
but they don't want to make the first move.
People want so much.
But they don't do anything.

Pride's flying high and It's not getting low.
We'll all crash and burn,
If this heavy pride we don't throw.
We'll all die with our Narcissism, Vanity intact.
We'll soon regret why didn't we do something,
Why didn't we act.

Too Late the Hero. Can't turn it back.
Too late for apologies. Too late.
It slipped away. Like sands in our hands.
Time and Opportunity slips by very fast.
When all that's left is a memory of regret and despair,
We'll know we made a mistake.
We only get what's fair.