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May 3rd, 2006

Word for the day is JILTED
POSTED AT 02:11 PM

It's sad that I only get to keep the friendship when in fact there seems to be more in store for us.

And you- you shall be called regret#2.

Currently listening to: Arfs
Currently reading: The Summerhouse
Currently feeling: splendidspelledbackwards


May 16th, 2006

Cessation from all the hankerings-
POSTED AT 07:49 AM

did I ever tell you that?

Been quite busy with things lately. No yaya for almost a month meant twenty four seven of being an on-duty mommy, which I enjoyed of course especially because alon is such an adorrrable kid (w/three r's, mind you). Went to baguio to ukay and the weather is a wow. I swear when I retire Ill either live in Baguio or Boracay. We had no electricity for more than a week but twas the least of our worries. Classes start next week and what? Body still longs for beach yo.

After almost two years of not seeing each other, ex visited the house y'day with a baby in his arms and a wife beside him. That is what I call 'The Oddity of Things.' Weirdness, and I cant explain why. No decent closure after the break-up but that was enough. I dont think I even need one after yesterday. I dont think I ever need one. Not just because of yesterday but more importantly, because of Koyts and Alon and the tomorrows that await us. Haha kesos.

Currently listening to: Collide


May 22nd, 2006

Between revolt and acceptance is death (and probably you and me doing cartwheels)
POSTED AT 02:54 AM

Well probably, we
do not pop rock anymore
as often as we used to.

See, these days, very seldom do we
obey our urges & desires & everything taboo
but beautiful.
Very seldom.

How seldom?

Once every lifetime,
I think. And in as much as
we'd like every night and every
waking minute to be a
lifetime each, such
cannot be.

And besides,
our lifetimes are
on opposite ends-
yours held by Hyperion,
and mine,
by a mammoth.

So what do we do?

We give in to
the invitation of alcohol nirvana
and begin to
abandon all our senses,
in slow motion.



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