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If there were a moment that I would be hesitant, that I would shrink away from, hiding in a corner, facing that intersection of two blank walls, now would be that moment.
You have beguiled me. You have trapped me in crystal. I am slave to your smile, to your voice. In the realms of touch, sight and taste, in thought, in dream, in timelessness, in the realm of shadow and light, in the realm of reason and emotion, you beset my peace. You have trapped me, taking away my breath, holding it in your white slender hands. And in that cusp of half-living, half-dying, in anticipation and in dread, I can see your eyes eternal and beautiful.
I am scattered to the four winds, torn apart by the dogs of war and despair, rent to pieces by the vultures of the plains. Yet in pain, the light that you shine envelops me. In torment, your touch is warm and comforting. In emptiness, the winds whisper your name. The night is fragrant with the sound of your song.
I have kissed you. I have touched you. I have held you in my arms in the crook of midnight. I alone stand in the heat of your embrace. I alone will not burn black in the fire of your passion. I will walk the flames and offer my ashes in votive adoration of love.
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Monday, January 26, 2004
Geda's grocery list for this month (January):
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1) Lysol spray, the white one (I swear, kumapal ang kuko ko...)
2) Powder detergent (Tide Ultra Nature Fresh with Mintirinse)
3) Dishwashing liquid refill (Joy, the one with the Green Apple flavor and Vit. A, for strong eyes.)
4) Hooks (for keys)
5) Can-opener (for cans)
6) Soap – 3 (Johnson's Baby Soap)
7) Shampoo – 3 (Rejoice Rich / Clairol Herbal Essences, the pink one)
8) Conditioner – 3 (Creamsilk, blue)
9) Yakisoba – 10 (staple food for tigers -- that's me and my bf, si Tiger. MEEEEOWwwwrrrrr...)
10) Corned beef - 2 (Libby. not the one sold at the tindahan downstairs, ha.)
11) Sausage – 3 (Libby's Vienna Sausage... mathalap kathi.)
12) Mentos (the fresh fighter)
13) Creamer – 2 (for my creamy coffee)
14) Sugar ½ kilo - 3 (for my ass...thma --- "Wha---?!" - jootzman)
15) Eggs ½ dozen - 3 (eggs in my coffee...)
16) Skyflakes
17) Salted eggs – 2 (ehem...)
18) Rice – 4 kilos (Ganador)
19) Rice keeper / container (what do they call this? oh, I don't know)
20) Black socks (must be sexy, silky to the touch, and most of all, black)
21) Victoria’s Secret cologne (pamper, pamper, pamper...)
22) Scotch tape (for all my small gasgas and bruises. it's cheaper that band-aid)
23) Plastic cover (for the Sicilian)
24) Double-sided tape (not for the Sicilian)
25) White-out (for the cracks on the walls)
26) Towel for Sunday foot reflexology sessions (hmm... Inday, how do you call a towel for my foot reflexology session every Sunday? i dunno what to call it coz handtowels are simply too small and bath towels are simply too big. it's somewhere in between... Duh.)
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1) Lysol spray, the white one (I swear, kumapal ang kuko ko...)
2) Powder detergent (Tide Ultra Nature Fresh with Mintirinse)
3) Dishwashing liquid refill (Joy, the one with the Green Apple flavor and Vit. A, for strong eyes.)
4) Hooks (for keys)
5) Can-opener (for cans)
6) Soap – 3 (Johnson's Baby Soap)
7) Shampoo – 3 (Rejoice Rich / Clairol Herbal Essences, the pink one)
8) Conditioner – 3 (Creamsilk, blue)
9) Yakisoba – 10 (staple food for tigers -- that's me and my bf, si Tiger. MEEEEOWwwwrrrrr...)
10) Corned beef - 2 (Libby. not the one sold at the tindahan downstairs, ha.)
11) Sausage – 3 (Libby's Vienna Sausage... mathalap kathi.)
12) Mentos (the fresh fighter)
13) Creamer – 2 (for my creamy coffee)
14) Sugar ½ kilo - 3 (for my ass...thma --- "Wha---?!" - jootzman)
15) Eggs ½ dozen - 3 (eggs in my coffee...)
16) Skyflakes
17) Salted eggs – 2 (ehem...)
18) Rice – 4 kilos (Ganador)
19) Rice keeper / container (what do they call this? oh, I don't know)
20) Black socks (must be sexy, silky to the touch, and most of all, black)
21) Victoria’s Secret cologne (pamper, pamper, pamper...)
22) Scotch tape (for all my small gasgas and bruises. it's cheaper that band-aid)
23) Plastic cover (for the Sicilian)
24) Double-sided tape (not for the Sicilian)
25) White-out (for the cracks on the walls)
26) Towel for Sunday foot reflexology sessions (hmm... Inday, how do you call a towel for my foot reflexology session every Sunday? i dunno what to call it coz handtowels are simply too small and bath towels are simply too big. it's somewhere in between... Duh.)
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For the first few times, it was still okay. I mean, it was pretty obvious Larry and Tessa were into each other. They were like Siamese fighting fish: no barrier could simply stop them from engaging in physical contact, in any form or shape. They were in love. They cooed and gurgled sweet mushy tidings to each other in the office, in the comfort room (it was a common CR, Ally Macbeal’s), during lunch meetings, after work. They even had their own song: “September,” by Earth, Wind & Fire.
And besides, it was cute. I mean, they seemed so happy together, that it was cute. For the first few times. And we didn’t really mind because, we thought, hey, who cares? As long as they are happy, diba?
Larry and Tessa were the youngest in our group of friends at the office. Larry joined us last year. He had finished his Masscomm degree out of San Jose the earlier year and spent the next nine months as a volunteer for an NGO. He was also an alumnus of the school pub (ed-in-chief, no less!), the Forward Publication. When he got accepted, he was assigned to my team, which pleased Louie (short for Louisa May, and a Forward Alumna) and me very much.
Louie and I had been editors at the school pub during the mid-90s string of student protests. Back then, we joined fellow students protesting against the male uniform, tuition fee hikes, the ID scheme and school canteen cleanliness and prices. We collaborated with a few non-students and put up a special series on the ceaseless yet invisible control the admin had over the student government. The admin denied it, of course, and waved it off as fiction. Because that’s how we published the series. We published it like a cloak and dagger comic book series and it became a hit with the students. We fervently hoped that the students would be able to read between the lines. We also knew, back then, that the school pub was their most coveted prey. Tantalus’ fruit, kung baga. Larry confirmed that the admin as at its tricks when he joined the staff.
Until recently, we had held off their thinly disguised bribes and threats. Larry had told us, how disgusted he and his Ed Board when the second Ed board that followed them had given in to the administration’s advances. A mass resignation ensued, the alumni withdrew their support, the student government entered the picture and accused the current staff of libel and misinformation. A few weeks after Larry’s batch graduated, their advisor, Ms. Annie, resigned and accepted a teaching position in a Manila university. It was poetic justice, quipped Larry. Louie and I couldn’t agree more.
Tessa arrived at the office October of this year. She was a sweet little thing, about 4’10”, bright eyes, long lush black hair, pretty little pout, and long slender limbs that made her look taller than she really was.
[To be continued.]
[FICTION]
[for ideas, comments and suggestions: jootzman@yahoo.com]
For the first few times, it was still okay. I mean, it was pretty obvious Larry and Tessa were into each other. They were like Siamese fighting fish: no barrier could simply stop them from engaging in physical contact, in any form or shape. They were in love. They cooed and gurgled sweet mushy tidings to each other in the office, in the comfort room (it was a common CR, Ally Macbeal’s), during lunch meetings, after work. They even had their own song: “September,” by Earth, Wind & Fire.
And besides, it was cute. I mean, they seemed so happy together, that it was cute. For the first few times. And we didn’t really mind because, we thought, hey, who cares? As long as they are happy, diba?
Larry and Tessa were the youngest in our group of friends at the office. Larry joined us last year. He had finished his Masscomm degree out of San Jose the earlier year and spent the next nine months as a volunteer for an NGO. He was also an alumnus of the school pub (ed-in-chief, no less!), the Forward Publication. When he got accepted, he was assigned to my team, which pleased Louie (short for Louisa May, and a Forward Alumna) and me very much.
Louie and I had been editors at the school pub during the mid-90s string of student protests. Back then, we joined fellow students protesting against the male uniform, tuition fee hikes, the ID scheme and school canteen cleanliness and prices. We collaborated with a few non-students and put up a special series on the ceaseless yet invisible control the admin had over the student government. The admin denied it, of course, and waved it off as fiction. Because that’s how we published the series. We published it like a cloak and dagger comic book series and it became a hit with the students. We fervently hoped that the students would be able to read between the lines. We also knew, back then, that the school pub was their most coveted prey. Tantalus’ fruit, kung baga. Larry confirmed that the admin as at its tricks when he joined the staff.
Until recently, we had held off their thinly disguised bribes and threats. Larry had told us, how disgusted he and his Ed Board when the second Ed board that followed them had given in to the administration’s advances. A mass resignation ensued, the alumni withdrew their support, the student government entered the picture and accused the current staff of libel and misinformation. A few weeks after Larry’s batch graduated, their advisor, Ms. Annie, resigned and accepted a teaching position in a Manila university. It was poetic justice, quipped Larry. Louie and I couldn’t agree more.
Tessa arrived at the office October of this year. She was a sweet little thing, about 4’10”, bright eyes, long lush black hair, pretty little pout, and long slender limbs that made her look taller than she really was.
[To be continued.]
[FICTION]
[for ideas, comments and suggestions: jootzman@yahoo.com]
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