To My Friend In Solitude

Dear R,

Love! Love! Love!

That's a new Kris Aquino shoutout in a distinctive pitchy voice, so much so you could stamp it with �.

I couldn't really think of anything else to start this post-Valentine letter with, ergo "Love! Love! Love!".

Or not.

Your SMS from Singapore made me laugh.

"Best option for today: sit alone in a corner, spare room and come to grips with the fact that society has spoken and it has said: Sorry, there are currently no openings that meet your qualifications. We don't anticipate any in the foreseeable future, but we will keep your resume on file. Happy Freakin Valentines to the Singletons! Loneliness Rocks!!!"

My dearest R, even in solitude we are together. I wish to death I had sent you flowers. I could have, I just never thought of it. Instead I lay in bed agonizing over my bitter heart. I wish then some other friend gave you flowers. Or chocolates. Even a balloon delicately shaped as a heart is a sweet gesture, don't you think?

Two people gave me flowers, by the way. One gave me a long-stemmed yellow rose while the other gave an exquisitely made paper flower. You wouldn't believe the smile both brought to my face.

The same smile turned into a grin (after a hearty laugh, of course) when I got your SMS on the day of Valentine.

The same grin froze when another SMS came after yours. It was, without really needing to say it, from the one who just recently broke my heart.

"Happy hearts day :)"

Obviously this guy has not heard of or read Emily Post.

I hope we will see each other soon. But if soon doesn't come any sooner (logically it cannot), think of me when you're on a train Sunday morning. Do you still remember? Out of all the times you have proven to be a great friend, and you did every time, it was that ride on the train one Sunday morning that made me love you dearly.

So R, we may not have had our guys on the day the whole world celebrated Love but we had each other.

To you I give my-- Love! Love! Love! �

I Dream of Zephyr

There are moments that a thought, a word, a phrase, or a sentence would suddenly flicker in the darkness, too faint that you strain your eyes to take a closer look, turn an ear to catch a sound perhaps, or stretch the expanse of your imagination to grasp what it could be all about.

Then there are a few blessed instances after these moments when inspiration graces you with favor and that thought, that word, that phrase, or even that sentence becomes a poem, a song, a story. They are usually split second bursts of creativity, forming ripples such as those we see in the pond-- they soon lose definition.

Yet there are many moments when you get stuck. You're stuck with this thought, this word, this phrase, or that sentence. You have everything and nothing to say or write about it. You are rendered lost for words but your pen is ready. You're stuck, paralyzed, isolated in that world inside your head with your thoughts, your words, and your phrases!

So. I. Dream.

Neverland

"Aidan made a new friend today", V-Jane greeted me when I came home from work one evening. Aidan, Via's kid, is 1 year and 7 months old. He is the smartest kid under 2 years old I know. Of course, I said the same thing about my two cousins Inno and Rico when they were still little.

"Really? What's your friend's name, baby?" as I ran after him for a kiss. I make it a point not to use baby talk but I could not resist it at times, especially when he covers his eyes with those little fingers of his and pretend to wail. Yes, he wails.

"Say hi to your friend, Aidan" V-Jane said. He started to turn around from one side to another, looking down. V-Jane was amused. I wondered. At last he found it and waved at his own figure cast upon the floor. Two days later he came to know it as the shadow.

Last night, V-Jane was up to her old tricks again.

"Aidan, touch the shadow."

I didn't think it was funny seeing a little boy, who is very much a baby in my eyes, on all fours trying to catch his shadow. Oh not at all! I scolded V-Jane for teaching Aidan these things, telling her she'd be better off reading the kid "Wizard of Oz".

"Watch, Ate. This, I did not teach him at all. Aidan, show tita! Touch the shadow."

Aidan, turning from left to right, head down, searching for his cast figure, making a few steps forward and back, and when he was satisfied at the boy figure on the floor, stopped. He stood still, slowly lifted his right hand, and held it on the tip of his head.

I smiled. Smart boy, I thought. Somehow I wished he would never grow up.

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"When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies."
- Peter Pan

The Ire of Eve Goes Virtual

M once set a blog up to cuss-all-she-can on her boyfriend's querida, C created a fake social network account in her boyfriend's name to disclose the number of women he impregnated, and Y posted hate mails on her site, all addressed to le boyfriend.

Men, beware. The wrath of women knows no boundaries. It will haunt you whenever, wherever a "Search" field is found, with very specific tags so that as far as cyberspace is concerned, you have nowhere to hide.

Women, I'll take your method any day over slitting wrists, drugs, and acid-throwing BUT be warned. Even after your rage has died down and you thought you deleted all the fake accounts you've created, the web is full of creepy crawlies waiting in their caches to save eeny teeny weeny bit of information. Okay, this is starting to get annoying; let me cut to the chase.

When women get hurt and angry, we tend to forget all sense of dignity and declare an all-out (virtual) war against the person(s) who wronged us. Hence, we tend to do things that are embarrassing and hurtful. And yes, hiding behind an alias or nick doesn't make it any better. We're smart enough to know that it won't change a cheating boyfriend or make a virgin out of a slut. So at the end of the day, in spite of a momentary feeling that we got even, we really just wasted our time and energy on a good-for-nothing pig.

Men, be man enough to stick to just one woman.

Women, who are we kidding?

S 2009

Majestic
Pristine
Sun and sand in interplay
Mystic
My first
Alone

Siquijor
Siquijor Tour

Dream Sequence

One night I found myself scampering down a never ending alley...Hurry!

I must have popped more blue pills than usual. Or was it the pink ones? Everything is a blur. Was that a cat out of the hat?...Alice!

She paints the wall crimson red. Her mascara dripping down her cheeks. She turns around. She looks insanely familiar. That's...oh my god...me!

I crack the code to his brain. That bastard... I wasn't alone!

Run!

Who am I chasing? Wait--

Who is being chased?

Run Lola Run!

Franka?

...the phone rings...

Sorry, Mikee

I know you're a big fan of that supposed teen sensation, the Twilight saga. I say "supposed" because I still can't get what the big deal is all about. It's one of those phenomena (is it?) which I wished never happened just because I see Robert Pattinson's humongous head (and hair) on practically every episode of E! News, and I couldn't get Kristen Stewart's constipated expression on New Moon off my mind. Plus, I'm a little ashamed I am ranting about this while Peping is closing in.

Yes, I did watch New Moon with a girlfriend who was clueless like me. We wondered while waiting in line at the cinema why girls went gaga over the book. Believe me when I say we were still wondering why when we left the theater. I vowed to stay off Twilight from then on but thought maybe I was just getting old, er, older.

However, that is going to change. The new installment of the Twilight saga, Eclipse, has come up with a deal so tempting, I don't think I could resist. First, they got Bryce Dallas Howard to join the cast as Viktoria (who Viktoria was in New Moon, I can't remember). I loved Howard in M. Night Shyamalan's The Village. I loved her even more in Lady in the Water. Second, I thought Eclipse's new director David Slade did exemplary for 30 Days of Night so I'm hoping he could give Eclipse some bloodthirsty oomph(!).

So Mikee...I think there's a lot of potential in Eclipse...maybe if Bella actually take whatever's stuck up her arse out and Edward got a rebond, then we'll talk.

Cya at work! :))


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