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Pagtatapat

The following piece is inspired by the sheer simplicity and honesty of “Bakit Ba Ganyan” by VST & Company and Dina Bonnevie, and my admiration for classic OPM ballads–the sweetness of which can’t be matched by any English song. In an ideal world, this is how I would like to confess to a girl. NOTE: This is, again, “fictional.”

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Wala naman sigurong masama kung magtatapat ako sa’yo. Pagod na rin kasi akong magpaliguy-ligoy. ‘Di naman dapat palalimin at hulaan pa kung anong nararamdaman ko. Ang gusto ko lang naman sabihin, sa tingin ko mahal na kita.

Please, wag mo akong tanungin kung bakit–mauubusan lang ako ng salita at ‘di ko naman mahuhuli yung gusto kong iparating sa’yo. Wag mo na ring isipin kung anong kailangan mong gawin dahil ‘di ka naman responsable sa kung anong nararamdaman ko. Ang gusto ko lang talaga ay malaman mo para lumuwag naman ng kaunti ‘tong kalooban ko.

Ewan ko kung dapat ba ‘kong magpasalamat sa’yo dahil lumiliwanag ang araw-araw ko sa tuwing makikita’t maririnig kita. Siguro ‘di mo pa ko kailangan sa ngayon o wala ka pang pakialam. Pero kung dumating man ang panahon na kakailanganin mo ang tulong ko, pinapangako kong ibibigay ko ang lahat para mapangiti kita.

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Skips a Beat

I simply remember
all the things about you
and my heart skips a

Heck I don’t even know you
but my heart skips a

Well, I don’t give a
I just can’t feel my
In my chair, it’s hard to
At the table, it’s hard to

I like you without reason
like how I like the Christmas

Like I don’t need to wonder why
I like the bright summer

Like I don’t need to question
why I like the deep, blue

Like I don’t need to ponder
why you’re over and I’m

A simple look or
a meaningless smile
is all that it really takes
for my heart to leap a thousand

‘Cause your hair
is lighter than

Your voice
drowns out all the

You walk
as lightly as you

And when you do it all
I simply can’t help but

I wish I could tell you
to stop running after that
That guy who makes you
And who wastes your precious

I wish I could tell you
to give me a
like that night that we
with your hand in my

Yeah, I wish you’d give me a
to prove I’m a better
that I’m even better than Tom Cruise,
Brad Pitt,
Clint Eastwood,
and James Dean all

But never mind.

I think I’ll just grit my
Suck the air up and
Lest I die in my
The next time you stare at me
and my heart skips a

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