Tiger&Whiskers

1. Are You Gonna Be My Girl?

I know we
Ain't got much to say
before I let you get away, yeah!
I said, 'are you gonna be my girl'?

Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine 
and I really wanna make you mine.

2. True Love

Why do you rub me off the wrong way?
Why do you say the things that you say?
Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be
But without you I'm incomplete

3. The Walk

Tell me why, why do you turn the blues skies cloudy grey
You know why I can’t let you keep treatin' me this way

4. Misery

You say your faith is shaken
And you may be mistaken
To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused
So far away from you
I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run

Why do you do what you do to me, yeah?
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?

5. Cold Coffee

She's like cold coffee in the morning
I'm drunk off last nights whiskey and coke
She'll make me shiver without warning
And make me laugh as if I'm in on the joke

And you can stay with me forever
Or you could stay with me for now

Tell me if I'm wrong 
Tell me if I'm right
Tell me if you need a loving hand
To help you fall asleep tonight

6. Don't You Forget About Me

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

7. Edge of Desire

Don't say a word
Just come over and lie here with me
'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see

I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe
There I just said it
I'm scared you'll forget about me

8. If It's Love

I digress

I confess you are the best thing in my life

But I'm afraid when I hear stories

About a husband and wife

There's no happy endings

No Henry Lee

But you are the greatest thing about me

9. Locked Out of Heaven

Never had much faith in love or miracles

Never wanna put my heart on the line

But swimming in your water is something spiritual

I'm born again every time you spend the night

10. My Love

See, what's the point of waiting anymore?
Cause girl I've never been more sure (that baby, it's you)
This ring here represents my heart
And everything that you've been waiting for (just say "I do")

11. The Way I Was

I can't make the same mistake
If you lose my love
It was yours to take
Break down your door
Take a little more
When I need you around.

Bloody Mood Swings

She couldn’t explain it.

She was just so moody and irritable. The woman wondered how Matt had been able to keep up with her the past couple of hours. An embarrassed flush rose in her cheeks as she went through the day’s events: she woke up with painful cramp that lasted until that very moment and cooked for herself (surprising Matt – she didn’t even cook).

Arianne remained in loose clothing the whole day, keeping her hair in a tight bun with a scowl set on her lips. All she could do was watch the telly and remain in a fetal position on the couch. She felt the ginger’s eyes on her the whole day – but she didn’t feel like explaining herself. All she wanted as the cramps gone and a steaming bowl of ramen.

Curled up with a blanket wrapped around her, she kept her eyes on the television screen as she watched daytime cartoons that entertained not only the children, but also her. A mirthless laugh left her lips as the mouse blew up the cat, and in the other room, Matt watched her from a distance.

He pursed his lips and turned his attention to the pan, which had frying bacon enough for two (but with her appetite on that day, he would have to cook a little more). Humming a little to himself, Matt soon flipped the food onto a plate and let the next batch of bacon fry.

From the living room, a loud groan came from her.

“Babe?” he called, getting a carton of juice fro the fridge, “Are you alright? You sound in a lot of pain, do you want some meds?”

She shifted on the couch and made a noise of pain into the pillow she held. “I’m fine. I’m just having cramps, it’s no big deal.”

“Alright, then…” the man soon switched off the stove and put the plates of food and glasses onto the tray, lifting it with ease and bringing it to the living room, where his girlfriend was currently staying and mumbling something about the pain in her lower back. He rested the tray on the coffee table and sat next to her, gently wrapping an arm around the young woman’s slim body. “I made something to eat, love. Bacon, juice, and I threw in a plate of salad for you.” He nodded at the tray. “We need to go grocery shopping soon. We’re running low on the basic nutrients…”

She wasn’t listening.

He noticed.

“…and vitamins.” He peered closer at her, looking at her slightly disoriented and annoyed face. Her hair seemed messier than ever and there were a few pimples to the side of her head. Arianne’s hands rested on her lower abdomen, and a low groan left her rough-looking, pale lips. “Don’t you want to eat?”

“Hm?” she blinked and snapped out of her daze. “Oh, right…” uneasily reaching towards the table, she got the tray with salad and started eating, almost wolfing down the leaves at a nearly impossible speed. Before he knew it, she was reaching for the bacon as well. He chuckled amusedly, and all the clues fit. His mind clicked, and he knew what was going on with her. Of course. How could he not notice? He might have seen an opened pack in the bathroom that morning…

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked this time after swallowing. Matt reached for a piece of bacon and ate slowly, gazing at her with thoughtful blue eyes. She made a face at him, poking his cheek. “Oi, stop looking at me…I’m hideous.”

“Don’t be silly.” He kissed her cheek after swallowing. “You’re gorgeous. And you’re adorable when you’re wrapped up like that,” he grinned. “It’s like a kitty wrapped up in a burrito.” And it was true – the white blanket helped.

“A burrito…don’t make me hungry.”

“Burritos and tacos,” he chimed with a teasing tone.

She scowled.

“Let me ask you something…” he pulled his arms around her and rested her on his lap. The woman squeaked in surprise, blushing madly as he nuzzled her cheeks. “…are you really in a hungry and irritable mood today, or have the lady pains struck?”

Arianne could only deny it repeatedly.

In his increasing amusement, he kissed her and told her that it was fine – as long as there would be a lot of cuddling involved within the next few days. When asked why, he could only give her a look and resumed cuddling her once more.

Hello, Semi-Hell Week.

As noticed, I haven't quite been posting as much...my life just got 10x as hectic, and with the upcoming week ahead, I just felt the need to plan out what would happen in the next seven days of pure torture and possibly madness. So, ladies and gents, here's my schedule!

SCHEDULE, WHAT SCHEDULE?

February 9 (Saturday): Will be studying for Asian History, Filipino, and Biology. 

February 10 (Sunday): Will be studying for English and Algebra, will review Filipino once more. Start writing the Literature contribution for Plaid Issue #2 about dreams.

February 11 (Monday): Filipino test. Will review for Biology and English. 

February 12 (Tuesday): Biology and English test. Will review for Algebra and Asian History.

February 13 (Wednesday): Asian History and Algebra test. 

February 14 (Thursday): Start of our Biology Trip to Batangas. 

February 15 (Friday): End of our Biology Trip to Batangas. Paramore concert in the evening. 

February 16 (Saturday): Biology Trip Article-Making (for Plaid) and Rest.  

February 17 (Sunday): Day of Rest. 

SCHEDULE, WHAT SCHEDULE?

So as seen, this week is going to be pretty much hectic. With our midterm exams along the way as well as our Biology Trip, I won't be as on and won't post as much. I'll be busy the following weekend, since I'll have to be doing the Biology Trip news article for the school website.  Additionally, I'll be going to the Paramore concert! I'll do my best to put up a post about that, at least. 

Wish me luck, you guys! This week is gonna be hard, but it will be worth it. 

A Reason

Breathe in, breathe out.

Hands tightly clasp the gun in his hand, fingers preparing to pull the trigger. A bead of sweat runs down the side of his face and his fingers itch to rub it away. An exhausted sigh leaves his lips, eyes fixated on the area below him as he hid behind the wall. This was it. This was the moment, it was really now or never. He would either kill or be killed; he would win or lose the battle. It was coming to an end; it would soon near its climax. He had a story, and he was the main character.

All he needed was his own happy ending.

Harsh breaths leave him and his grip tenses slightly. It was probably too much to hope for. He knew that. He knew it ever since he had entered the job without second thought. Now, he wondered if it was all worth it. Travelling to different places and learning different dialects, hopping from one place to another without having the chance to say goodbye to whoever he had met. His grip loosened, and he lowered his gun slowly, deciding to sit instead of crouch, look up and gaze at the empty sky instead of think of possible ways to kill. The man wrapped his arms around his jean-clad legs, face falling into a frown and messy red hair shielding his blue eyes.

He wondered if it was worth sleeping in a bed with no one to hold.

Another sigh left him and he shifted a little. He ran a hand through his hair and felt it move back into his eyes, and he gazed at the starless view beyond him. The sky was black and the lights were dim, the city lights seemed so near yet so far. His heart ached to go back to those lights, more especially to a certain light in a home that contained only a singular human being, one lady who was most likely sleeping at this time of the night.

It was survive or die, and he was striving for the first. Yet even the strike of the bullet and the pain in his chest wouldn’t override the pain he would feel upon realizing that it truly was goodbye. His heart ached. His eyes burned with the sudden sting of incoming tears. He grits his teeth and shut his eyes, willing himself to keep calm and focus on the task at hand. Soon enough, he returned to his crouched position, against the wall and his hands on the black gun ready to shoot.

His gaze kept on the area once more, and he hoped that she would continue to have the patience to wait for him to return. He counted his lucky stars and silently prayed that she was out there, thinking of him, hopeful that he would come back soon enough.

But he knew that hope was as fleeting as the sound of a gunshot.