i still miss Limewire, so -

is it just me or is he cute?



while these guys are such nerds, but such geniuses.

manila zoo

“Why?”

Wala lang. It was nice to be around kids and happy families (that weren’t yours). To walk about with a camera, anonymous, munching on peanuts. And of course, my favorite, eavesdropping. I got some pretty good, er, eaves too.
Like at the guinea pig pen -

"Ano yan 'tay?"
"Daga."

Oo nga naman.

I'd tell you about the publicly masturbating monkey. But maybe it'd better if you didn't hear about it.

++++

Sometimes I think it would be easier to just up and go. To start from nothing rather than keep on going with what you have. It's hard you know, to try to change. Or pray you have the strength to bear the inevitable. again.

If one day you look up and ask yourself, where'd she go. I just must tell you, a woman wouldn’t leave without the symptoms you know. We sniff the decomposition even before the bacteria come. Feel the muscle twitch of rigor mortis, earlier even that its onset.

So, see, I didn’t really leave you. I just left before you realized you did.

breathing apparatus

I wish my lungs and whatever air tracts were dive equipment so I could get them serviced right now. There's something wrong. If I were a better diver, I'd know the exact terms. But all I know is, the air doesn't come quick enough when I breathe in. There's a clog somewhere. Or maybe i'm just running out of air.

Diving metaphors rule my life now. The last two days, at every breath I had to fight for, the image would come to mind of so many cubic feet of water weighing me down, my neck craning up to see how far I had to go for a foothold again. The same panic comes. The same studied calm – breathe, just breathe. Both are a fight for life, really. Just that diving gets you a great view. But getting sick just gives you some useless days off.

p.s. On another note, is there a scientist out there who's considered human phlegm as an alternate energy source? Anyone? Fine, Nobel here I come.

37.4 degrees

On the world map, that’s a few miles off the coast of El-Jazair.
I’ve never been there, but my temperature has. At least, on it’s way down.
Which means I’ve been all the way up to the town of Benicarlo near Valencia (40++ degrees), down to somewhere off the coast of Gandia (39++) and afloat on the Mediterranean sea (38++).

Illness, nothing is so self-absorbing as that. (Except maybe being in love.) It’s our body screaming for attention. The heat of its self watching itself burning you up from inside. Look away and die.

thinking too much

I sometimes wonder if you’re here now because I was then. At a convenient time. When you needed someone. And I was the only one stubborn enough to hang around.
I wonder, if I had gone, because you and I know I never was, completely - IF I had - if you would have followed like you did then.
I wonder, if you wonder, about all the other missed ones. The ones that got away. The ones that simply left. The ones that fought the love. I wonder if I’ll just be the one that stayed.

There are many ways to wonder. (And am I not her who is named aptly so?) But shut me up, please do. Because as far as now is concerned, we’re alright. All right. And doesn’t that say it all?

to mexico, south beach and japan

well, somewhat.

when you can't go to places, eat their food ;p

thank you Powerbooks for abusrdly cheap (when on sale) cookbooks.

now, it's time to find coriander, cumin and rice wine.