Me want these:

Gotta schedule a trip to McDonald's for their latest Happy Meal toys. Oohh, these babies are precious!
=)

photo via the baghag

Ride

Traversing the city's roads, the mind's eye conjures safety, blocking out the images that pinpoint pain, threshing out the familiar where the bitterness resides, learning to see by itself and for itself, feigning numbness for distances and distances, until the need to be numb disappears, and all that's left is the newness, the heart's eagerness to start seeing again where the mind left off, empty spaces waiting to be filled, and the heart, breathless, keen on filling them.

Suddenly, sunshine. The world sparkles, once more.

A Day in The Lives of the Tropang Puyat

for C-- and L--

I have come to the conclusion (after much deliberation with myself, days after that Monday afternoon at Pergola) that what brought on that mad tea party was the charcoal in the inihaw na liempo and inihaw na bangus that we had for lunch. It must've gone to our heads, hence that crazy mix of laughter and tears and more laughter and extended statements on the silliness of love and the madness that is life, our taking turns at playing guidance counselor to each other, but which role I must have played to the hilt, just because, and then more, more laughter, the tummy ache that came from too much laughing, the dead airs that might as well have been dots leading to the next bout of laughter.


At the end of the day, my dears, we have each other, is what I realized. 


Ang sarap tumawa, lalo na pag may kasama ka sa pagtawa. Cheers, mga amiga. You are living reminders that life is, indeed, good. =)

Inihaw ulit, next time.

"Sshh. Ssshhan.."

--one of the most comforting lines anyone has ever given this crybaby.

Finally,

something to look forward to.
=)

Memory lapse

It completely slipped my mind.

This blog turned 3 a week ago.

Random thought for the day:
In the city, people age faster.

Detail from a dream:
Someone, pointing.

Message to self:
None.

Sabi ni E.E. Cummings:
The mind is its own beautiful prisoner.

I will

press the backspace key until you disappear from the page.

What is my heart to you
that you must break it over and over

-Louise Gluck, "Matins"-

Sleep, blessed sleep

The dreams have stopped. I have been able to sleep through the nights. The rain is the only thing that wakes me up. Even then, I have only to count a handful of seconds before sleep takes over, once more.