Help! I've lost my sarcasm

Me monopolizing the dinner conversation:

Me, to no one in particular: "You know what, all this being nice and stuff had turned me into a boring person. I think I've dulled my mind and tongue so much I lost all my sarcastic ability."

Pause for breath.

"That, or all the idiots in my sphere have disappeared."

Silence as my eyes fall on my younger brother.

"Yep, I've totally lost my sarcasm."

I continue drawing lines

because I keep on crossing them.

Pool encounter

I was  hanging on (for dear life) to the edge of the pool while I waited for you to finish your third lap today. I was getting tired of treading and I knew you would stop for a few breaths before you started another set of three laps. I know because I'd been watching you for the past days. (And there were times when I swear that you were watching me too!) Haha.

You reached the pool wall beside me and I pasted on what I hoped was a fun and flirty smile (ohmigod, D! This is it!) and said, "Great form." I caught the beginnings of your smile but didn't wait for your response. I started a slow lazy lap to the other end of the pool. Crazy thoughts churning in my head. ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod!!!

I was a third of the way when you passed me. Eeeeeeek! (Seriously, kinikilig na ako by this time, pero wala pang nangyayari). I knew you were waiting for me at the other end of the pool.

I thought about doing a fancy turn kick at the pool wall and not stopping, but hey, I have low EQ, so I stopped and grabbed the pool edge. You were there all right. And you were smiling!

"Hey, nice form yourself," in a tone that made me think you weren't just talking about my swimming technique. Then your eyes made a quick lap down my body like you could see through water. I felt goosebumps rise despite the warm water. ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod!!!

"I work at it," I said and smiled into your eyes. (Hey, I'm not witty in normal situations. I was under undue stress and I'm just glad my mouth worked.) I used my free hand to send a floating leaf toward you and watched the ripples touch your chest. Very. Nice. Chest.

I looked up and found you watching me. You had this small smile playing around your lips. Not an actual smile but it felt like you wanted to smile. I wonder if your lips are as soft as they look. OH MY GOD!

You made a small motion to send the floating leaf back in my direction. (I'm beginning to have trouble breathing. Hahaha!) I watched you watch it as it floated back to me. And your eyes did that slow lap up my body and stopped at my mouth before flicking up to meet my eyes.

I'm going to stop now.

Do you know what orange means?

I'm afraid to ask C. Hahaha!

I'm just tired

I'm tired of putting in more effort than I receive.

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Maybe it's because I'm not following the Bible: "Ask and you shall receive." Weh.

My first love

I don't remember the first time I met you, but it's been told over and over again during parties that it feels like a real memory for me.

We were at daycare. I was three, you were four. We were both playing by the soft blocks. I was reading a pop-up book and you were building and crashing forts. Really soft stuff for a four-year old boy. LOL!

I don't know what occurred to you then, but you decided you wanted to read the book I was reading so you grabbed it from me. Instead of crying, I grabbed another book from the pile and hit you on the head with it. Clearly, I have a history of violence. LOL.

You were too dumbstruck to hit me back, or that's what the adults said. Or I must have hit you really hard, because you're eyes watered and your lower lip trembled.

The adults like saying that I felt guilty.  Hmm...I probably just didn't want to get in trouble. At an early age, I had an instinct for self-preservation. I dropped the book I hit you with and patted your arm. I pulled out the minnie mouse candy coated cookie I'd been saving from my pocket and offered it to you. You gave me the book and grabbed the cookie.

I sat down and went back to reading the book. You sat beside me, broke the cookie in half and gave me one-half. We read the book together and shared the cookie.

it would be so easy to give up

aim high

Aiming high is easy.

Reaching that goal is another story. Especially if you can't jump.

do you know where you're going to?

Well, I don't.

But I don't think I'm really bothered about that.

bacon-wrapped hotdog

So, was I supposed to find out the truth with the rest of them?

C'mon, where's the love, yo!

I don't mind going to work

Hahahaha!

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I sing

"I sing because I'm happy. I sing because I'm free."  -- from the song "His eye is on the sparrow"

I sing when I want to be happy.

I sing because I can.

I sing when I want to irritate my family.

I sing to make it rain. I sing to make the rain stop.

Singing singing singing.

I'm going to buy a mic stand. LOL.