expiration date

expiry date ba o expiration date? ewan, basta lahat ng bagay, dapat may hangganan...

kapal!

I just realized, that I am a schizo. In my quest for perfection and balance I've become not one, but two perhaps three persons. Examine the following evidences in various instances.

Polaroid number one, taken at 11:30 p.m., Sunday. Clad in a crisp, clean uniform this girl was captured in motion. Her hair is immaculately neat, face pleasantly enhanced by make-up.There is a slight blur around her figure, perhaps due to the fact that she doesn't stop for anyone or anything, slowing down only to curtly remind the photographer that taking pictures inside her work place is strictly prohibited.

There is that working girl, calm and lucid at all times, trying to embody professionalism. She is polished and almost always has a smile on her face for even the most difficult of clientele. Never unfazed with rowdy players whom she categorizes as occupational hazards, she also has infinite patience for those that try to prove their masculinity by hitting on her.

Polaroid number two, taken at 12:15 a.m., Monday. The caption shows the same girl, sitting amongst peers, playing big two, mouth wide open in a frozen laugh, head in a noogie, pink fingernails digging unto her co-workers hands. It was later known that the said co-worker was badly beaten by our heroine. Also the words " you just got raped with a broken beer bottle"were heard during the game.

She's the baby brother of them all, one that's easy going, playful. Often, because she's considered the youngest and the least of all threats, probably due to her trusting nature to the point of gullibility, people open up to her. They'd tell her stories because she'd listen, even stories that are best kept to themselves. Ick.

Polaroid number three, taken around 10:00 p.m., Sunday. It depicts her in edgy clothes, bordering on boyish, music from the mini ipod in her jeans pocket blaring in her ears. Her face is devoid of any make-up, she looks so young, could be mistaken for sixteen. She is unattached, seemingly uncaring about her surroundings. Her eyes offer no smile, offer no solace. They advertise one message- touch me and die.

She was seen entering the casino, without her uniform and badge as she always does. But this time, the security guard did not recognize her, demanded for her identification form thinking she was a minor. Rammstein was blaring in her ears, consciousness dead to the world save that unintelligible German music. She could care less. There's still thirty minutes before she'd become this whore, selling an addicting form of entertainment to whomever would willingly bite at the first opportune moment. And so she walked on in defiance of the present authority, her pace never slacking despite her dropping the comment that she works in the facility.

And that's when the trouble began. You see, the problem with various personas is in management. Sometimes the brain is tricked and simply forgets or chooses to forget. Sometimes, it's tired of compartmentalizing things, of choosing which is best for the situation. And in those instances wherein reason is suffocated by simple instinct, the true self will emerge. Someone that will surely be a complete asshole when people are being idiots.

minsan

ooo Tinatamad akong mag-blog. I'm just fidgeting with something while waiting for my younger brother to reply in messenger.

ooo Isang taon pa bago maayos ang mga papeles ko. Ang tagal. Hindi tuloy ako makakauwi ng 'Pinas. Nakakabanas. Dahil nagdradrama na ang nanay ko. Matagal na daw niya akong hindi nakikita. 'Sensya na Ma.

ooo Sa pribadong paaralan mag-aaral ang kapatid ko. Iniisip ko lang, baka hindi siya makasabay sa mga kaklase niyang mapera. Sabi niya, okay lang naman daw. Sana nga okay lang.

sugar

I've got a sweet tooth
for licorice drops and jelly roll,
Hey sugar daddy,
Hansel needs some sugar in his bowl.
I'll lay out fine china on the linen
And polish up the chrome
and if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

Black strap molasses,
you're my orange blossom honey bear.
Bring me Versace blue jeans
and black designer underwear.
We'll dress up like the disco-dancing
jet set in Milan and Rome.
And if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

Oh the thrill of control,
like the rush of rock and roll,
is the sweetest taste I've known. Oh yah
so come on, Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

When honey bees go shopping
it's something to be seen.
They swarm to wild flowers
and get nectar for the queen.
And everything you bring me
got me dripping like a honeycomb
and if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

Oh the thrill of control,
like the Blitzkrieg on the roll,
is the sweetest taste I've know oh yah.
If you've got some sugar
bring it home.Bah bah dabba dabba dabba do
Come on, Sugar Daddy, bring it home!

Whiskey and French cigarettes,
a motorbike with high-speed jets,
a Waterpik, a Cuisinart
and a hypo-allergenic dog.
I want all the luxuries of the modern age,
and every item on every page
in the Lillian Vernon catalogue.


So you think only a woman
can truly love a man.
Well you buy me the dress
I'll be more woman
than a man like you can stand.
I'll be your Venus on a chocolate clam shell
rising on a sea of marshmallow foam
and if you got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

It's our tradition to control,
like Erich Honecker and Helmut Kohl,
remember him
from the Ukraine to the Rhone.
Sweet home uber alles,
Lord, I'm coming home.yah
Come on, Sugar Daddy, bring me home.

-sugar daddy, from the motion picture hedwig and the angry inch

halang ang bituka

Wala lang.

Astigin kasing pakinggan. Halang ang bituka. Yeah, baby. Cool yun.

Ewan.

Naprapraning lang ako. Kasi para yatang wala na akong pakiramdam. Walang kakayahang makadama ng mumunting kurot sa puso. Gaya noong nasabi nung arkitek na patay na si papa. Bago lumandi ang mga utak ninyo, hindi fafa ng kung kanino. Si Pope John Paul ( hindi ko alam kung II ba o orig). Nabanggit niya sa tagboard ko. Tapos parang wala lang.

Eh ano ngayon kung patay na si Pope John Paul?

Tamo na. Masyado na yata akong makasarili. Pero talagang wala akong naramdaman nung sinabing patay na siya.

Wala akong alam na ginawa niyang diperensiya sa mundo maliban na lang na naging pinuno siya ng pinakamaimpluwensiyang relihiyon sa paningin ko. Siguro wala akong alam dahil wala akong pakialam.

At bago kayo mag-isip, hindi ako satanista. Pwede ba. (Dagdagan mo pa ng irap). Minsan nga hindi ako naniniwala na may diyos nga, paano pa ako maniniwala sa demonyo.

Kahit na nangingibabaw ang kaluluwang may pagtingin sa Panginoon, parang wala pa ring epekto ang mga lider ng simbahan sa akin.

Eh ano ngayon kung patay na siya? May nabago ba? Marami ang iiyak, maraming malulungkot, pero wala na tayong magagawa. Patay na siya. Bigyan ng respeto ang kanyang pagyao.

Pero hanggang doon lang. Ni gamunggong luha'y walang papatak mula sa aking mga pisngi. Bakit ako tatangis para sa isang taong hindi ko kilala? Hindi ko kaanu-ano?

Isipin mo. Habang nagluluksa ang madla sa pagkamatay ng isang kandila'y ilang babae na ang ginagahasa sa Africa. Gigising sila at babangon, pipiliting makita ang kinabukasang wala na ang mga kaanak na pinaslang, manghihiram ng damit sa kung kanino, manglilimos ng pera para lamang mabigyan ng lagay ang mga sundalong pwedeng mag-abang. At pagdating mo sa tinatawag na medical center, hindi ka nila pwedeng tanggapin dahil hanggang sampu lang ang kaya nilang paglingkuran.Ilang sanggol na ang naipamigay, inilagay sa trak, sinaksakan ng pampatulog para hindi pumiyok, ibinenta sa halagang $ 30,000 ng bansang Tsina dahil lang sa sila'y ipinanganak na babae. Ilang bata na ang sumisikot-sikot sa bundok na basura ng Payatas, naghahanap ng kung anong pwedeng maibenta para malamnan ang sikmura ng sandosenang miyembro ng pamilya nila. Ano ang kinabukasang darating sa isang taong sa umpisa pa lang ay ginipit na ng tadhana?

Hindi ko na kayang lumuha.

third eye

I like secrets.

Try your damnedest technique won't you? I will, eventually and inevitably, find out.

So come on, don't be shy. Because you better spit it out now.

You know you'll never get away.

And I mean never.

training daw

putris!

Sun run? Fuck that!

Talaga lang, ha.

Sibukan kong tumakbo. I strapped on my mini ipod, hiphop hippity hopping inside my head to pump me up but it still didn't work. Makalipas ang isang kanta, hingal na ako.

Hindi ko kaya. Hindi talaga.

Pero bukas, susubukan ko ulit. Mahigit isang linggo pa naman bago ang araw na iyon.

Target goal: dalawang kanta. Kahit sampung minuto lang...