"It's already. . ."dismissal that repeated like the other days. Anaw and I, sipping our iced coffee mocha while having our long waited conversation at the swings midst the sun set. Sip after sip we can't stop mentioning the same old topics, its just like it circulated in our daily lives to repeat the exact topics that seemed like forever. "Wasted! Nosebleed!" hahah, words that kept me laughing when we gradually spoke carabao english to ease the humid atmosphere till we were disturbed by Renz and David.

. .Disasteerrr.

(Renz? given a permission to enter a priesthood life? well. . .Amen to that). We walked around and around to find another safe haven away from the ultra violet rays, when I was stroking the chords while singing Your Guardian Angel--a light bulb flashed in Anaw's mind, "Mag-compose tayo!" i totally agreed to that since there wasn't a better thing to do. Rejuvenated as I am to have the mood for composing songs, well another project in Music is at need. Anyways, i often thought that composing songs was mixing different nonsense to make up a masterpiece. For that, i don't want to shovel the very highs and lows of composing-songs-or-whatsoever. But. . .saying what you really feel and putting them into a rhythm really made it feel so right, (it was like. . .Alleliuah! and oowwwwww. . .i feel g0od! LOL) .