i have recently been filling my tumblr with reblogs and reblogs and reblogs. life is just too busy right now to do anything. i am even one week late (and counting) on my 100you.
but i can’t say i’m not falling in deep awe for the stress. because i am. i really should have done this way way way back.
i just wish i could still find time to write. it gets me utterly depressed not having to read anything that’s bluntly mine. not press releases, not sponsor proposals, not business letters. words, poetry, prose that’s mine.
Hindi sila, may nakikita ka pa bang tao? Malamang ikaw, ang tanga.
(Sa gasoline station, pagbaba nya ng window)
Hindi magpapaconfine ako. Malamang magpapagas, gasolinahan ‘to 'di ba? Alangan magpaconfine ako dito, tapos dextrose ko 'yung unleaded gasoline niyo, at ayun na yung ikakamatay ko.
(Sumakay siya ng jeep na walang laman papuntang palengke)
Manong bayad po.
Ay manong dalawa yan, nakakahiya kasi sayo, kahit ako lang mag-isa sakay mo, dalawa na ibabayad ko, libre na kita kahit sayo 'tong jeep.
(Bababa na sya)
Bababa ka na?
Ay hindi manong, sasakay ako. Sasakay ako ulit, dun naman ako sa bubong, mas presko kasi dun.
Dyan ba sa tabi?
Ay hindi manong. Dun ako sa gitna, sa gitna para masagasaan ako.
(Binaba siya sa gitna)
Vice mabundol ng isa pang jeep…
Nasaktan ka ba?
(naasar) Ay hindi, nag-enjoy ako. Ulitin natin, bunguin mo pa. Isa pa! Dali! Ang sarap kasi! Nakabundol ka tapos itatanong mo kung masakit? Ikaw kaya bundulin ko? Tapos i-share mo skin feelings mo, kaya na-enjoy mo, sige magbungguan tayo. Laruin natin, ipauso natin, bunggu-bungguan.
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.”—(via eletheowl) (via peacelovesushi)
I am a cuddler I am a morning person I am a perfectionist I am a night person I am an only child I am Catholic I am currently in my pajamas. I am currently suffering from a broken heart I am okay at styling other people’s hair I am left handed I am addicted to my myspace I am very shy around the opposite gender (at times) I bite my nails I can be paranoid at times I currently regret something that I have said When I get mad I curse frequently I like someone I enjoy jazz music I enjoy smoothies—Booster Juice! I enjoy talking on the phone I have a pet I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal I have a tendency to fall for the wrong person I have all my grandparents I have at least one sibling I have been told that I am smart I have broken a bone I have Caller I.D. on my phone I have bathed/showered with someone. I have changed a diaper I have changed a lot over the past year I have done something illegal I have friends who have never seen my natural hair I have had surgery I have killed another person I have had my hair cut within the last week I have had the cops called on me I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn’t. I have held hands with someone who wasn’t my boyfriend/girlfriend. I have loved someone. I have danced around naked
in moments of lucidity, i run out of positive scripts, i am naked, flowing into a tight fit melody, my words are fragile — at this point, more of a free response — painted on your face, with the crunches of uncertainty, irreverent, traversing, intrigued, at 4 am a basic question with many variables involved. spinning, twirling, pliés, an arabesque, a grand battement, then still.