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ELEVEN

by Stephie

"What's better than a ten?"

Quarter past lunch,
you twitch in remembrance.
With glazed eyes you see her flushed, fucked face in the mirror;
lips and skin playing out frame by hungry frame
of a Tuesday feeding frenzy.
Images rise with your quickened breath,
like steam,more vivid than a transparent overlay.

Muscle memory conjures sensations of being wrung out,
sucked dry, then finally cumming---senseless and beyond pleasure.
Hungrier than when you stepped out for lunch,
your knees buckle in recollection.
So good, you count to eleven before crossing the street.

**for Scooby Doo...thanks for the memories

My Song: Much Has Been Said
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by: Bamboo

Much has been said
Said you never leave
Why’d it have to be
Harder than it had to be
Don’t you throw blame
You were a part of this
Wasn’t suppose to end
With us just walking away
So many times we tried
Holding on to the pain but in my baby’s eyes I see my shame
Asking why you had to leave
Wasn’t I strong enough to make you see
That the biggest part of this
It’s not about you and me
But just be wrong if we held on
Maybe tomorrow we’ll find
A taste for the old days hard lessons
We’ve left behind
This mirrors an open door
I can barely stand to see myself
I don’t know what to do anymore
I’m crying out for help
Ohh lord
Much has been said
Will I never learn
Keeping my fingers crossed
Praying for my luck to turn
But I can’t complain
I’m living it easy
Job’s keeping me busy
Going crazy
Can’t describe the way it felt
When you left said your goodbyes
It just seems crazy for me to think
That I’ll find love a second time
But we all know how it all wraps up in the end
Maybe tomorrow we’ll find
Ohhh lord…
What am I leaving behind
Sweet how we see the big picture when your life’s not on the line
I know the way out but do you see what I see
A tortured life always second guessing the bookie
Put money on the table thought that was all I had to do
Never came home
Never said a word to you
No one ever said it was going to be easy…
Easy start over again this time this time
Let’s do it right
Start over again this time this time
Let’s keep the fires burning

Keeping Warm...
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 "We are all born with a box of matches inside us. We can't light them by ourselves, they can be lit from a melody, a sound, a caress, our lover's breath---anything that pulls the trigger and sets off one of the matches.  Every person has to discover what will pull the trigger and enable him to live, because it is the explosive flare of the match that feeds our souls.  If there's nothing to trigger the explosion, our box of matches becomes damp, and then we will never be able to light any of them." Laura Esquivel

    I guess I should really be thankful. Gratitude is the only emotion I'm allowing myself the luxury of indulging in...that the match was lit and my soul basked in the glow of that fire. Oh, winter must be bitterly cold for those with no warm memories to run back to...

   Thank you. There's enough to keep me warm until the sun shines again. 

CLOSELY HELD TRUTHS
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“In Letters to a Young Poet, Rilke says, “The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.” That’s what I want. For other people to love each other without having to partake in them, to possess them, to allow them to be their own inside their solitude, to protect that. I wish people respected each other’s aloneness. I wish I could write something very beautiful and erotic without worrying about people wanting to use me to fulfill some fantasy - which I have no control over, and often, has nothing to do with me - inside themselves.” © Kristen Kosmas, as quoted in Inga Muscio’s ‘Cunt’

Wednesday Evening...

I have been meaning to write a full entry all day, but I find myself distracted by so many things and so many different thoughts occuring at the same time. There's work to do, but my heart and mind is not in it entirely.

I would like to acknowledge Amy, and thank her for making her presence known in my life. Half a world apart and I'm able to share with her a closely held truth I cannot and will not tell the world. We call each other starlight sisters, two people whose prayers met at the exact same time, bathed in tears and feeling so desperately alone. How I wish you were here right now Amy, I so need coffee and a good long cry.

It was just an exhausting day, draining in every aspect. And as the hours pass by I feel like I'm carrying such a great weight on my shoulders...conflicting emotions, of being pulled apart in different directions by people and things and complicated circumstances that just get more tangled and twisted.

I feel trapped.

The drama is knowing that I should let go; knowing fully well that I am capable of doing it, but not wanting to because of selfish reasons.

It's the first wednesday of the month, I would be logging off in a while to hear mass. Praying earnestly for courage and strength to do the right thing. I've often said this line: sometimes, it is the coward who stays, and the brave who walks away.

It just feels so damn good to be needed by someone.

Angel's LSS: Ever the Same by Rob Thomas
24/7 Reading List: Lines to Cielo by Genesis of Pinoypoets
Differential Diagnosis: confused

Mirror Images:
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“Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn’t let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable - and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.” © Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

Goodnight Girl
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by: Wet, Wet, Wet

You can hear me so clearly
And see how I try
You feel me, so heal me
And tear me apart

I won’t tell a soul
I won’t tell at all
Do they have to know
About my goodnight girl

Caught up in your wishin’ well
You hopes and sadness
Take your love ’n’ promises
And make them last

You keep me so near you
And see me so far
And hold me and send me
And deep in your heart

It doesn’t matter how sad
I made you
Doesn’t matter how hard
I try

Just remember the same
Old reason
Reflected in your eyes
You said you wanted me

Caught up in your wishin’ well
Your hopes and sadness
Take your love ’n’ promises
And make them last

***I think I've officially named my journal. The one I've been meaning to finish off but just keep proscrastinating about. The Goodnight Girl, maybe the story will get written one of these days. Until then, let the song speak for itself.

Here's saying goodnight to you Amy...

Spring Love
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by: Sophie Leu

The black smoke rises from the pan,
you smile and whisper that I will make a good wife.
Scrambled eggs with thousand island dressing
and oven-baken tortillas from the grocery.
You wince and eat the food all the same.
I don't mind you not liking breakfast
but that's all I have. Please leave soon-
your fiancee may wonder at
the sudden sweetness of your smile.

Your belly's a beer barrel's paradise- warmth in the cold night.
Your skin shines like moonlight and breath- the beat of my heart.
I notice a little mole under your armpit and
you try to peer with all your might. I laugh.
You shimmer among a million scattered dreams
and the haze arrives as you hold me in your arms.

I know there will never be another man like you.
And you, with a serious look, tell me I am your only Spring-
beauty with eyes of a doe and smiles of butterflies.
I worry about her but you just hold me in your arms.
For now, hush,
let the Spring be savored and our woes be gone-
two souls in a field of tulips and the smell of cut grass.

**shared by Makuy in Pinoypoets. I like the images and the thought of living in the moment for a while. Yes, just a little time to take all of it in, before letting it all go.

"A New Day Has Come"
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Angel's LSS: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman
24/7 Reading List: Paradise Lost by John Milton
Differential Diagnosis: histrionic and dependent!

My Favorite Mistake
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                  By: Sheryl Crow

                  I woke up and called this morning
                  The tone of your voice was a warning
                  That you don't care for me anymore

                  I made up the bed we sleep in
                  I looked at the clock when you creep in
                  It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone

                  [Chorus:]
                  Did you know when you go
                  It's the perfect ending
                  To the bad day I was just beginning
                  When you go all I know is
                  You're my favorite mistake

                  Your friends are sorry for me
                  They watch you pretend to adore me
                  But I'm no fool to this game

                  Now here comes your secret lover
                  She'd be unlike any other
                  Until your guilt goes up in flames

                  [Chorus]

                  You're my favorite mistake

                  Well maybe nothin' lasts forever
                  Even when you stay together
                  I don't need forever after
                  It's your laughter won't let me go
                  So I'm holding on this way

                  Did you know, could you tell
                  You were the only one
                  That I ever loved
                  Now everything's so wrong

                  Did you see me walking by?
                  Did it ever make you cry?

                  You're my favorite mistake
                  You're my favorite mistake
                  You're my favorite mistake

**Friday the 13th, no such thing as an unlucky day in my book. 'Twas a great week, all things considered. Had enough reasons to smile and be happy, feel giddy and even space out in front of very large mirrors. Hehehe! *Cheshire cat grin*

Why this song? It's  upbeat and light , yet  it reminds me...even seemingly good things must come to an end. Favorite mistake indeed!

Bring on the sake!!!

Angel's LSS: Myself talking to ME
24/7 Reading List: Firefly Sestina
Differential Diagnosis: out of sorts

Nawawala si Angel!
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Has she been missing that long?   A lot of people have been asking me where Angel24/7 hied off to, and, if she is ever coming back.

 *Hugs to everyone* But let me assure you, she never left! I may be taking on a different approach to my life right now; letting my hair down and enjoying myself while armed with a broader and more mature persepective of day-to-day realities. But it's still the same old me.

And if you need me for anything at all, I am still on call 24/7.

In fact I do miss playing angel. Over the weekend I sent a round of text messages to friends and asked them what they would want me to pray for. (It's just something I've grown accustomed to doing for several years now, with or without this twisted halo of mine )

The feedback made me smile. Apparently, these people I hold dear to my heart have been wanting to ask but have just been too timid to do so. But why be afraid to ask a friend to pray for you?!!

My dearests, we all have our crosses to bear, some heavier and wrought tighter than others. Now that may sound unfair, that some of us are carrying heavier loads than the rest, but this is what I believe in: God will not give you something you aren't strong enough to endure. And when you do feel you've reached breaking point, all He is asking is for us to offer everything back to HIM. Trust and surrender. Let go, Let God.

That of course, is easier said than done. Hence, the need for other people to pray for you. For strength, grace, courage, patience, humility, or faith---whatever it is you are in dire need of while those dark clouds are hovering over your life.

Strength in numbers. More people knocking on the gates of heaven for the same request. The running joke is that sooner or later, God will cave in from all these nagging, and grant your request.   Hehehehe.

So, here's what I propose we do: I will be leaving an "angel24/7" entry as sticky post. Anyone who has a prayer request/petition or is in need of counselling (duh, you sure you want my advice? hahaha!) please feel free to leave a comment.  (Yes! That includes people who are sad, depressed, angry or feeling hopeless...)

Prayer is the best gift we can give to one another. And it absolutely works!

Why not give it a try?

Life For Rent
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by: Dido

I haven't really ever found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
that your heart ain't exactly breaking

It's just a thought, only a thought

But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

I've always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
and live my life more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me

It's just a thought, only a thought

But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive

If my life is for rent...

**old song I've loved from Balance class in FF1st Alabang. From the deep stretches to the tai chi sweeps...this song has always helped me center.

Had a little trouble at work towards the end of the day, but that was because I was rushing to get things done. I should learn to put some things off for the next day.

Really! I keep forgetting I am given a list to do for a week--and I am not expected to complete all of them by 5pm Monday.

Then again, that's how my internal clock ticks...

Angel's LSS: Life for Rent
24/7 Reading List: Good In Bed
Differential Diagnosis: frustrated

Share: Life's Seasons
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There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in
summer, and the youngest son in the fall.When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of  promise.The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping
with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons  are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring,
the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.

**Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come sometime or later. From my Inbox...thanks Divine!

One Of These Days
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By: Michelle Branch

I didn't notice
But I didn't care
I tried being honest
But that lead me nowhere
I watched the station
Saw the bus pulling through
And I don't mind saying
A part of me left with you

One of these days
I won't be afraid of staying with you
I hope and I pray
Waiting to find a way back to you
Cause that's where I'm home

Did I make you nervous?
Did I ask for too much?
Was I not deserving one second of your touch?

One of these days
I won't be afraid of staying with you
I hope and I pray
Waiting to find a way back to you
Cause that's where I'm home

What would you do if I could have you?
Oh if I could
I'd let you feel everything I'm thinking
Wouldn't that be nice?

One of these days
I won't be afraid of staying with you

**Nothing but a continuation of emotions felt and expressed last night: an aching to hold someone close, but can't---for a hundred trivial reasons not worth losing sleep about. And yet the feeling stayed on 'til we both woke up.

Throughout the day, we  had to content ourselves with hushed I MISS YOU's-- nothing but hunger hidden in monotones.

Longing to be with you, one of these days.

Angel's LSS: Push the Button
24/7 Reading List: Good in Bed; Anansi Boys
Differential Diagnosis: Pining

Back To You
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by: John Mayer

Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I tried to forget you
I tried to stay away
But it's too late

Over you
I'm never over
Over you
Something about you
It's just the way you move
The way you move me

I'm so good at forgetting
And I quit every game I play
But forgive me, love
I can't turn and walk away
Not this way

Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I walk with your shadow
I'm sleeping in my bed
With your silhouette

should have smiled in that picture
If it's the last that I'll see of you
It's the least that you
Could not do

Leave the light on,
I'll never give up on you,
Leave the light on,
For me too, for me too

Back to me
I know that it comes
Back to me
Doesn't it scare you
Your will is not as strong
As it used to be

**Rushed out of the house this morning, forgetting both of my cellphones and locking myself out of the house. What's a girl to do? Either I ask my landlady for the spare key and come in late for work, or endure a mobile  phone-less Monday.  I'd rather not have my phones than be late...

Logged in at 7.50 a.m...plowed right into answering and farming out emails to various recipients. Skipped breakfast, again!

10 am-- web meeting...I have just been promoted, I think! It hasn't quite sunk in yet, but I can't wipe this smile off my face.

Now if I could only call my Dad....*sigh* you can't have everything, huh?!

 

Angel's LSS: myself calling me "stupid, girl!"
24/7 Reading List: In Her Shoes by Jennifer Weiner; Life of Pi
Silverscreen Pick: my reflection from the monitor...i look "stupid!"
Differential Diagnosis: I left my phone and keys!

I'm in Chocolate Heaven!
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Your Body is a Wonderland

by: John Mayer

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

'Cause if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

You want love?
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland

**No denying that I absolutely adore chocolates and coffee. Put the two together and you've got me flashing my entire row of braces in a little-girl-grin. Yip, yip, yipiyey!

'Was at Max Brenner's in Greenbelt last night for a double shot of espresso and a tiny square of exquisite chocolate...celebrating my yet-to-be-announced promotion of sorts . *looks up to heaven and shouts: Thank you Lord!* (Next, we pray for the raise that's supposed to go with said promotion of sorts. Please, please... hehe!)

Also got back in my apartment without breaking and entering. Apparently, my bible-toting landlady turns into a Mac Gyver clone by night fall!

Certainly one of the best Monday evenings on record...The double espresso fired me up til the wee hours of the morning, but I woke up rested and refreshed.

Oh and I'd most probably be playing this song over and over again on my headset today. Long day at work for this Online Content Editor.

*smile on full broadcast mode* 

24/7 Reading List: MY NEW JOB DESCRIPTION
Differential Diagnosis: I'm in chocolate heaven!

ONE
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by: U2

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...life

One

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I've got my head above water but I'm struggling for air. Lungs burning, I gasp and thrash about, like fish washed ashore. I'm out of my element. Adapt, they say. Its the only way to survive. But i reply: it took millions of years for the apes to walk upright. 

24/7 Reading List: Eleven Minutes by Paolo Coelho
Differential Diagnosis: barley breathing

Shark Attack, I Put Them In MY Tank!
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**thanks Anna Karenin for this story. There are about five sharks swimming in my tank today. But oh, how I love the sight of them circling me. However, I'm the one moving in for the kill. Yes folks, I've crossed over to the daring side! ~stephie~

The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever.

The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish.If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste. To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer.

However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste. The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.
So how did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem? How do they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan?

To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks. But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged.

As soon as you reach your goals, such as earning good money, getting a good position, starting a successful company, paying off your debts or whatever, you might lose your passion. You don't need to work so hard so you relax.

Like the Japanese fish problem, the best solution is simple. It was observed by L. Ron Hubbard in the early 1950's. "Man thrives, oddly enough, only in the presence of a challenging environment."

The Benefits of a Challenge

The more intelligent, persistent and competent you are, the more you enjoy

a good problem. If your challenges are the correct size, and if you are steadily conquering those challenges, you are happy. You think of your challenges and get energized. You are excited to try new solutions. You have fun. You are alive!

Recommendations :

Instead of avoiding challenges, jump into them. Beat the heck out of them.

Enjoy the game. If your challenges are too large or too numerous, do not give up. Failing makes you tired. Instead, reorganize. Find more determination, more knowledge, more help.

Don't create success and lie in it. You have resources, skills and abilities to make a difference. Put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go!

Angel's LSS: Sweetest Goodbye by Maroon 5
24/7 Reading List: Eleven Minutes; Life of Pi
Differential Diagnosis: predatory

Pag-ibig sa Alon
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Tula ni: Enrico Torralba

Ang kanyang pagdampi sa labi
Ng dalampasigan ay lubos
Na pagtangi sa bato at buhangin.
Sa tuwing siya ay dumarating,
Lagi siyang may handog
Na taludtod ng tilamsik at ginhawa.
Kaya minsan, sa muli niyang pagdalaw
Siya ay aking inangkin,
Siya ay aking inaruga
A ipinaghele sa aking mga palad.
Ngunit sa bawat pagbubuntis ng buwan,
Nararamdaman kong
Ang pananatili niya sa aking piling
Ay panunuyo ng kanyang tinig.
Ayaw kong mawala ang awit ng alon
Kapag sinusuyo ang dalampasigan
Kaya minabuti kong masdan na lang
Siyang lumisan pabalik sa dagat.
Mula noon, natitik sa aking isip
Na hindi para sa akin
Ang pagmamahal ng alon.

**One of Sir John's poems that really hit home. This is included in his collection Estranghero at iba pang mga tula. I keep remembering "Gabu", a poem we took up in college. Its killer line was: "It is the sea that pursues a habit of shores"...habit of shores, who doesn't have one? The sad realization is that until now, I still do not have a shore to come home to...Oh well!

Tulang Tuluyan: Tubig-Tabang
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by: Stephie

Sa ilog na lamang tayo magtagpo, mahal. Kung saan marahan ang agos ng tubig sa batuhan. Di tulad ng mapupusok na alon sa dagat na makailang ulit ka ring tinangay. Pailalim. Sa isang panaginip na ubod dilim.

Dito sa ilog malinaw ang lahat. Naaaninag ang tunay na hubog at kulay ng bawat bagay sa ilalim ng tubig. Samantalang ang dagat, tuso at mapaglihim. Mapanlinlang ang kabuuang ikinukubli ng lalim at bula ng tubig-alat.

Batid kong hanap ng iyong mga paa ang pinong buhangin ng kaniyang dalampasigan; ang kiliting dulot ng halik ng tubig sa talampakan. Pagsapit ng takipsilim, unti-unti niyang inilililis ang mga alon, paanyayang muli mong sisirin ang pusod ng kaniyang alindog.

Minsan ka lamang namahinga sa ilog. Nanalungko sa batuhan at minasdan ang sarili. Hindi nagsinungaling ang tubig. Kay alat ng iyong mga luha. Hinugasan ang asing ngumangatngat sa kayraming mga sugat.

Umawit ang ilog, ngunit tawag ng alon ang tanging naririnig.

Sa ilog na lamang tayo magtagpo, mahal. Kapang naunawaan mo nang hindi maaring maging dagat ang tubig-tabang.                                     

                                                   ****

It was a long and restful weekend spent sleeping and pondering on recent developments in my life. You can't be too serious and too going-straight. Sooner or later, one of them synapses will pop and you'll end up in looneyville. Hehehe. I decided to enjoy little things that make me smile, even if people tell me I shouldn't be dipping my fingers in such decadence. Just a while longer, please. Until I have enough memories that I can summon at will...

No, I won't be taking the scissors yet.

Differential Diagnosis: HORMONALLY IMBALANCED!!!

Today's Cup of Chicken Soup
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Something to Make Me Happy
By Sharon Palmer

24/7 Reading List: In Her Shoes by Jennifer Weiner
Silverscreen Pick: my PC being moved to the next office
Differential Diagnosis: MENOPAUSAL