Friday, September 17, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Shit it is!
Shit. It's there all along and you know it. Yet you still force yourself to take it in. Until it strikes you like a tiny mini-dollop of brownish yellow fluid oozing out of your favorite isaw ! HA!
So I was in UP yesterday because H has got to have some of his credentials photocopied for his job interview. While waiting for him to finish his to-dos, I made tambay at the isawan at the back of SC. I bought several sticks of chicken and pork entrails (?!ha!) and found a shady spot nearby where I could eat. I've read somewhere that the bitter aftertaste of isaw is actually due to fecal matter. Of course I was affected by the article. I vowed not to eat isaw ever again. But like a diet plan you could only stick to for so long, isaw easily found its way into my palate again. Haaaay.
Zooming out and looking at the bigger picture, everyone of us takes all the shit that we can take until we could take it no more. Until it begins oozing out and we see it for what it really is. We wouldn't believe anything till we see it with our own eyes. Knowing already what it is, we seek out evidence because we want to prove ourselves wrong. What a pity. Or maybe I'm just overanalyzing because GAWD, thinking about that blob of crap I ate makes me want to throw up. Waaaaaaaaaaah!
So I was in UP yesterday because H has got to have some of his credentials photocopied for his job interview. While waiting for him to finish his to-dos, I made tambay at the isawan at the back of SC. I bought several sticks of chicken and pork entrails (?!ha!) and found a shady spot nearby where I could eat. I've read somewhere that the bitter aftertaste of isaw is actually due to fecal matter. Of course I was affected by the article. I vowed not to eat isaw ever again. But like a diet plan you could only stick to for so long, isaw easily found its way into my palate again. Haaaay.
Zooming out and looking at the bigger picture, everyone of us takes all the shit that we can take until we could take it no more. Until it begins oozing out and we see it for what it really is. We wouldn't believe anything till we see it with our own eyes. Knowing already what it is, we seek out evidence because we want to prove ourselves wrong. What a pity. Or maybe I'm just overanalyzing because GAWD, thinking about that blob of crap I ate makes me want to throw up. Waaaaaaaaaaah!
Monday, September 6, 2010
Ella's lettter to the man she will love every microsecond
Because I was inspired by my previous post...
Dear You,
How I've missed my bibibuts.
I know you've been busy with all the employment shit and being a taxpayer but I'd like you to know that no matter how busy we are, we will always find time to show how we love each other. No matter how many crops I have to harvest and how many cultural buildings I have to build to make these fuckin people happy, LOVE will always find time. HAHA.
I texted you this morning. I said "I will love you everyday, Harvey" , to which you replied " And I will love you every millisecond." Being the competitive bitch you know that I am, I finished the conversation with "I love you every microsecond." We both know that there are a zillion other tinier fractions of a second. But you let me stop at microsecond. I love you for that - letting me win always. HAHA. You have a huge ego but when it comes to me, that ego shrinks. You set aside your inhibitions, your pride, everything just to make me happy. Waaaaah.
When I get back, I need some catching up to do. Andami ko na utang sa 'yo, bi. We will watch "Despicable Me" and for a week bear the mark of the movie by blurting out "It's so fluffy! I'm gonna die!" every chance we get. On the ride home, after the movie, you will hit me in the head and shout "PENDONG!" because a beetle passed by. (Gawd, Na-miss ko ang Pendong!) When we hit Feria, we will ride our favorite tricycle (the one with all those action figures and kung fu panda characters and the toy ipis and the toy bird balancing on its beak!) and say to the driver, "Townhomes po!". We will make the stop in front of our green gate but will not enter the house because we'll go straight to your brother's house and play with Chinna pala-udo. HAHA. Chinna will hit us with her toys but we will still wear our smiles big because she's our favorite niece! (I mean your niece. Nakikiagaw ako ng kamag-anak. haha)
The days after our despicable date will be unplanned. I don't want to map out things and keep track of everything. I want us to be spontaneous! Remember the time when we rode a bus from Philcoa to Moa because it was hot and we were tired walking. The bus passed by and we shot each other our devious smiles. We knew what we had to do. We had to watch "Eat Bulaga" on the bus! HAHA. That date was awesome. We went to Cartimar and sated our appetites for shoes! Tons of it! But you never bought a pair, because poor harvey got huge feet. :(
When I get back to my job and you start with yours, I know we will be shedding tears again. Living apart is sooooooo hard. But knowing that we will forever be in love and that we will see each other come vacation time gives us comfort. Because when everything is uncertain, we're sure of one thing: WE WILL LOVE EACH OTHER EVERY MICROSECOND!
I love you harvey. Always and forever.
With the hope you will shave when I get back,
me
Dear You,
How I've missed my bibibuts.
I know you've been busy with all the employment shit and being a taxpayer but I'd like you to know that no matter how busy we are, we will always find time to show how we love each other. No matter how many crops I have to harvest and how many cultural buildings I have to build to make these fuckin people happy, LOVE will always find time. HAHA.
I texted you this morning. I said "I will love you everyday, Harvey" , to which you replied " And I will love you every millisecond." Being the competitive bitch you know that I am, I finished the conversation with "I love you every microsecond." We both know that there are a zillion other tinier fractions of a second. But you let me stop at microsecond. I love you for that - letting me win always. HAHA. You have a huge ego but when it comes to me, that ego shrinks. You set aside your inhibitions, your pride, everything just to make me happy. Waaaaah.
When I get back, I need some catching up to do. Andami ko na utang sa 'yo, bi. We will watch "Despicable Me" and for a week bear the mark of the movie by blurting out "It's so fluffy! I'm gonna die!" every chance we get. On the ride home, after the movie, you will hit me in the head and shout "PENDONG!" because a beetle passed by. (Gawd, Na-miss ko ang Pendong!) When we hit Feria, we will ride our favorite tricycle (the one with all those action figures and kung fu panda characters and the toy ipis and the toy bird balancing on its beak!) and say to the driver, "Townhomes po!". We will make the stop in front of our green gate but will not enter the house because we'll go straight to your brother's house and play with Chinna pala-udo. HAHA. Chinna will hit us with her toys but we will still wear our smiles big because she's our favorite niece! (I mean your niece. Nakikiagaw ako ng kamag-anak. haha)
The days after our despicable date will be unplanned. I don't want to map out things and keep track of everything. I want us to be spontaneous! Remember the time when we rode a bus from Philcoa to Moa because it was hot and we were tired walking. The bus passed by and we shot each other our devious smiles. We knew what we had to do. We had to watch "Eat Bulaga" on the bus! HAHA. That date was awesome. We went to Cartimar and sated our appetites for shoes! Tons of it! But you never bought a pair, because poor harvey got huge feet. :(
When I get back to my job and you start with yours, I know we will be shedding tears again. Living apart is sooooooo hard. But knowing that we will forever be in love and that we will see each other come vacation time gives us comfort. Because when everything is uncertain, we're sure of one thing: WE WILL LOVE EACH OTHER EVERY MICROSECOND!
I love you harvey. Always and forever.
With the hope you will shave when I get back,
me
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