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When you choose to love someone you know is wrong for you
When you choose to love someone you know is wrong for you, you have already willingly blindfolded yourself and aimed a sharp butcher knife pointblank against your heart. It could be his infectious laughter. Or the way he looks at you with a sly smile. Maybe he is terribly smart with a wealth of misadventures that keep you at the edge of your seat. ( Read more... ) -
Full Moon
When I think of sleep, I think of him. The different phases of his solemn face in the dark. As he looks at me with eyes chinky with sleep, a sliver of light falls in a crescent on his left temple, down the bridge of his nose, touching the fullness of his slightly parted lips. His warm breathe waxing and waning in soft rhythms makes my eyelashes ( Read more... ) -
Belongings
We have often told ourselves that we belong to each other. You are mine. I am yours. But the truth is ( Read more... ) -
Nakalimutan ko na nga yata
Paano na nga kasi ang sumulat? Minsan…
Kapag nag-iisa sa kwarto, hihiga lang ako sa kama at tititig sa kisame. Hindiko alam kung bakit ngayon ay nahahati ang aking isipan. Sabi ng kanan, ayos lang yan at minsan ka lang naman mabakante, lagi ka na lang busy. Sabi naman ng kaliwa, wala ka na bang mas mabuting gagawin kesa tumunganga? Maglinis ka ng ( Read more... ) -
Again, that urge!
To post something. Anything. I hope this doesn't fall under the category of mediocrity. Because that will hurt my religious feelings. Yes I have faith in the spirit of spontaneity it can be a religion. Only it's not really enough to start making a business out of it ( Read more... ) -
Fillers and New Horizons
Wow. Hi LJ. It's been forever since...I don't even remember. But I have missed posting entries (which in the past sounded more like rants) so at the dead of night, while waiting for my lover to call me, I feel the sudden urge to write this ( Read more... ) -
Another vacation yet again
So I was forced to take a vacation leave for 5 days due to the fact that my leaves are collecting dust in one corner of my corporate desk. I arrived in Manila on a gray Friday afternoon and battled it out with other commuters on the train. I jumped from one jeep to another bus and finally, I get home to Bulacan.
Ah yes. Home. Nothing quite like it. ( Read more... ) -
Kampai, 2011!
The clock ticks its final seconds and just like that, the New Year has come. I am standing, water glass in hand, at the balcony of our home, watching as the night sky is lit by fireworks of different colors and shapes. I stand in awe, ignoring the pounding in my head. The fireworks are making my migraine worse but I do not care. I have switched off ( Read more... ) -
8 Days
It's been 3 days since I got back home in Bulacan. And all I want to do is to lounge in the couch all day watching movies and cable TV and doing nothing for a change. The house looks like a Christmas postcard, all that's missing is snow. Poor Halloween, always bypassed. And we have a new (adopted) dog! A Beagle named Sassy who actually snores and ( Read more... ) -
rooftops and planes overhead
The string of lights, clear even in the faraway distance, looked like beads in a rosary. Every now and then, a plane will take off and Ava, Astrid and Philip would be racing to name which plane just took off. Clint was lying down in the sofa downstairs completely out of it. Sydney clearly had too much to drink. And so did I ( Read more... )