I live miles away from home...
I have been separated from my family for a long time
Sometimes I get depress, sometimes I get lonely,
But just the same, I'll get used to it.
I miss everything Filipino
I miss eating on a floating restaurant,
With the birds singing their lullabies,
As the stream rushes through the ricefields
and the smoke from the coal-roasted fish
Okra and aubergine with fish sauce and calamansi
Over a newly cooked jasmine rice
But just the same, I'll get used to live without them.
Here, broasted chicken is staple,
With the original Shawarma prepared by a Turkish Chef,
Indian and Pakistani food like Hamdi and Korma,
So tasty and yummy!
But dont worry, I'll get used to these.
More often than not, I think of you
The warmth of your embrace
And the sweet tender kisses we shared.
The 'I love you' we whispered
Our hands that caressed each curves and humps
And now without you by my side
When will I get used to this?
Friday, February 29, 2008
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1 comment:
...and I miss lumpia...
neat and orig! keep up!
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