Nov 03 2011
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Oct 27 2011
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Mary’s grace…
He looked at him unfailingly. The round in his eyes stayed fixed, even when his subject would look away. His lips remained modest even with his responses. His subject, a graying man miles past his hill, has his undivided attention. I put myself in his place. To be stared at by those eyes, stark, blank but ironically, utterly warm, a moment that felt unquestionably sincere.
He begins to speak, commenting on a deed possibly done that somehow affects him. THe tone was cold, affected, yet detached. I can tell how professional the matter at hand is, yet, I cannot help not gaze at his eyes - and while his lips talked, how so much story unfolded in his eyes.
His face hosted a mild stubble framing his lips and climbing upwards to his ear. Atop his head is a clean buzz cut, that doesn’t get in the way of his face. The real attraction of course, was the eyes. The first thing I noticed. And the one thing I keep coming back to looking at him.
He sits at the table across ours, facing me. I’d like to think he’s intentionally facing me. Or maybe I intentionally faced him. I don’t mind. Doesn’t matter. I notice his arm make motions into his pocket, as he reached for his phone, I see his fingers. Long, boney, solid and satisfying. When I heard him speak, the softness sounded like a whisper that lingered about my right ear, crawling down my neck, into my shirt and down to pleasure.
But alas, the waiter gives them their bill and I knew I only have a few more moments with him. And he was on the phone. Just as his eyes wandered to some far corner of the room, he jumps right down and caught my timid glance. Contact.
I shy away. And when I looked back, he had just stood up. He reached for his bag walked by the door, and stood by it as his subject, possibly his office superior, walked out first. He looked so regal and sexy at the exact same time I hardly noticed wrinkles on his shirt or slacks. And as he walked past the windows and out of my sight, I cried faintly, “Just return my heart tomorrow.”
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Jul 31 2011
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I’ll never get it.
Once I came across this pit. It was quite vast and I’d say pretty deep. I braved the ends to take a peek and found no discernable bottom. There was no light beyond what the sun touches. Its walls were filled with an echo from a comforting silence. Reassuring. Sincere. Promising. Inviting. In its shadows I heard a faint whisper of serenity. A warmth. A hope. A gladness. And it made me smile. As I laid chest on ground, hands grasping the edge, part of me stood up, and walked away. Part of me took a deep breath. The other part of me closed my eyes as the other part of me ran back to where I stayed and with open arms leapt into the abyss. I called out my name, but I heard nothing back. The other me opened my eyes wider into the darkness as the last glint of light twinkle from my smile. I began to see what it was all about. And just when I understood, I could no longer turn back. The part of me that got it never returned. And I laid there. Helpless. Afraid. Sad. The part of me that stayed always think of that last moment of light touched the darkness. That’s why I promised to always smile.
Jul 30 2011
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Haven’t had my hair cut by a barber for years.
I’ve forgotten how good water sprayed from the atomizer feels as it cools the scalp; and the skin-tingling sensation of the barber’s thumb closely orbiting your head as the tips of sturdy metal scissors chill your skin while it polices stray short strands just before the ice-cold razor cleans the edges of your hairline. The eyes are left half-awake as the mind wanders at the edge of near-sleep up until the last snip and snap.
A hot towel is placed mildly on the face for a few breaths and is then pulled away in a gentle sweep that cleans the sides and the back of the ears. Then I see the bottle of green hair tonic and I close my eyes to welcome the scalp massage which then ends with a mild push to the front as the barber brings the massage down to the, back, shoulders, and the base of the neck.
And after all these years, getting all those services in one comfy go is still unbelievably reasonably priced.
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Jul 28 2011
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Jul 06 2011
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And the final is me.
A classic viral material this one. Story goes, a note was found in a bus (or some public transport or maybe a terminal) by someone who could resist transcribing the note, typing it out, photocopying it, and going as far as faxing it to people. Still makes me laugh out loud to this day.
October 1996
To Marjie,
I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you. Why? What reason you can think about but you’re very fat body. I thought before that dennis can only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand you’re habit of making paki-alam all his walks [lakad] and always calling to their house what he go home or this or that. And then he say he get ashame to met iether in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very very, very fat body. But you hate it. Thoughth your the most preetiest girls he knows about. What do you think you are “Beautiful Girl” of Jose Marie Chan?
Even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the right to called me whatsoever or else different name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names iether in the front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to calling me a different name, I dont have any other choice but to call you other different name to.
Like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to your body that is to a BUDING. You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I am the more sexier than you when you look to us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.
Love,
The Sexiest Girl of D.M.
P.S. You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed.
Me or you? You or me? And the final is me. There you go.
Jun 18 2011
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