pop culture has tagged v-day as a pathetic day for singletons and am happy that am not one of those who succumbed to it.woke up feeling like a zombie and when I was about to take a shower, saw a long stemmed rose neatly stuck on my door.sweet!aba, muntik ng nalaglag towel ko!e bold pa naman ako.harhar.when i arrived at the ofis saw another long stemmed rose placed on my desk.some sweet ofismates of mine gave out roses to each girl in the ofis.back at the dorm during dinner we came up with an outdoor bbq party while the movie click was being projected on a huge makeshift screen at the atrium/sampayan sa umaga.some mosquitoes did join us but were nevertheless ignored when an acoustic player began plucking his guitar.super saya!felt like a relocated mini-up fair na din.hehe.
Tuesday, February 20
stare fight & mosquitoes
Friday, February 16
down there by sandra cisneros
I want to talk at length about Men-
struation. Or my period.
Or the rag as you so lovingly put it.
All right then.
I'd like to mention my rag time.
Gelatinous. Steamy
and lovely to the light to look at
like a good glass of burgundy. Suddenly
I'm artist each month.
The star inside this like a ruby.
Fascinating bits of sticky
I-don't-know-what stuff.
The afterbirth without the birth.
The gobs of a strawberry jam.
Membrane stretchy like
saliva in your hand.
It's important you feel it's slickness,
understand the the texture isn't bloody at all.
That you don't gush
between the legs. Rather,
it unravels itself like string
from some deep deep center--
like a Russain subatomic submarine,
or better, like a mad Karlov cackling
behind beakers and blooping spirals.
Still with me?
Oh I know, darling,
I'm indulging, but indulge
me if you please.
I find the subject charming.
In fact,
I'd like to dab my fingers
in my inkwell
and write a poem across the wall.
"A Poem of Womanhood"
Now wouldn't that be something?
Words writ in blood. But no,
not blood at all, I told you.
If blood is thicker than water, then
menstruation is thicker than brother-
hood. And the way
it metamorhposizes! Dazzles.
Changing daily
like starlight.
From the first
transparent drop of light
to the fifth day chocolate paste.
I haven't mentioned smell. Think
Persian rug.
But thicker. Think
cello.
But richer.
A sweet exotic stuff
from an ancient prehistoric center.
Dark, distinct,
and excellently
female.
--- From the collection, Loose Woman
Wednesday, February 14
Sonnet XVII
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Monday, February 12
Thursday, February 8
bestfrnd paksyet! (peyups.com)
Mayroong nangyaring hindi mo alam…
Itong isang lihim, itinagong kay tagal…
Ayokong sirain kung anuman ang meron tayo. Matagal-tagal na rin kasi tayong magkaibigan noh!
Alam mo ba na nagulat ako nung araw na tinawag mo akong bestfriend? Leche. Sawang sawa na ako sa bestfriend bestfriend na yan! Huling beses na nagkaroon ako ng "bestfriend”, napahamak lang ang puso ko. Nasira pa ang isang pagkakaibigang itinatangi ko. Saka, heller! May bestfriend na kaya ako!
Di ko noon nakayang ipadama sayo…
Ang nararamdaman ng pusong ito…
Hindi ko naman kasi ineexpect na meron akong mararamdaman. Ika ko nga, i-deny hangga’t kaya. Feeling ko hindi pa ako handa. Feeling ko nalungkot lang ako, na kinailangan ko lang ng makakasama. Makulit ka kasi, jologs din. Mapang-asar pero malambing. Malay ko bang darating sa punto na ikaw ay isa sa mga iilang dahilang nagpapangiti sa akin at nagkukumpleto ng araw ko?
Di ko alam kung ano ang nangyari…
Damdamin ko sayo’y hindi ko nasabi…
Humingi ako ng sign. Sabi ko dati hindi na ako naniniwala sa soulmates, sa fate at destiny eklavu na iyan pero hayun ako, eengot-engot na nagmakaawa sa kalangitang pagbigyan ako sa kahilingan ko. Tatlong beses akong humiling, tatlong beses rin ako sinagot.
At hanggang ngayon, naaalala pa…
I got what I asked for and guess what? Nasaktan ako.
Masakit kasi kahit papaano umasa na rin ako. Mahirap balewalain ang boses sa utak kong nagsasabing kalimutan ko na lang kung anuman itong nararamdaman ko kasi sobrang imposible na kaya mong suklian ito.
Pride? Siguro.
Nakanaman kasi. Bakit ang labo mo? Bakit ang dami mo nang sinabi pero hindi mo naman pinatunayan? Sobrang inconsistent mo. Sana ginalingan mo na din ang pagtiming para sana ayos lahat ngayon.
Bad trip talaga. Sawi talaga siguro ako.
Hay. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.
Muntik na kitang minahal…
[on investments]
^damn pick up lines.^
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and so after generating interest frm d market, u start d selection process. the best of 7 series is guided by financial advisors also known as friends. hear this: "hmpf!d siya galante, d man lang nanlibre!" poor men. dey always hav to make libre to 10 frnds. starvation comes to him d following week after a date.
^tsk^
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dis is it! "finally, siya na..=)" u make use of investment. free dinner. tga-bitbit ng cute pink bag hanggang sa men's CR. *yeicks!* tga-hatid sundo. u start to smile and say, "i made a gud investment.."
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it dosnt end there though, because some investments turn out bad at some point. u think for the second time wondering whether to put ur investment back to the market. after much thought, u realize being single is much more desirable than practicing S&M wid ur partner.
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most investments end wid post-break up concerns. "hija, lam mo bng plagi na lang late umuwi si *toot!* since u broke up?sna mgkabalikan na kyo.."
tita, its called the law of diminishing marginal utility.