Because I was tagged by c5 and navel-gazing is my worst vice ( Read more... )

It was the summer I saw a sea turtle--and was terrified at how big it actually was when it started surfacing right where I was swimming above it ( Read more... )

Sometimes I still see you and I get really scared just thinking you will never leave.


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Last Monday, I went drinking with my neighbor at the local watering hole.  I was kind of sad and feeling a bit episodal when the little boy there, the son of one of the waitresses, suddenly went over and gave me this note.


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From an unpublished (as of now) poem of Merlie Alunan entitled love story (just an excerpt, mind you).

I had meant to tell you ( Read more... )

P,

Para sa ating dalawa at ang ating mga d(in)uguang puso.

All the girls are monsters
All the boys are whores
So when you lose the one you love
There's always plenty more.
- squirrel nut zippers

Penge na lang nga ng puta puto.  Lecheng buhay 'to ( Read more... )

Not a drop of alcohol has passed these lips for several days. My dermatologist told me that the reason why I now look like a dalmatian--with insect-bite spots on me arms and legs--is because my body now has a decreased ability to process allergens because I've been drinking too much. So even mosquito or ant bites can give me saucer-size lesions ( Read more... )

I am, what most of my friends call, a guy-girl. No, I’m not bisexual, but I’m usually the only estrogen-carrier in a table full of testosterone-laden humans, the sounding board for musings on the female psyche, the convenient no-strings-attached date if a friend needs to present someone at some family dinner or high school/college reunion, the one ( Read more... )