I had lunch with some officemates at Sbarro. It was a relatively long lunch, we left Glorietta at around 1:30pm. I had a slice of pepperoni pizza, and (meat) lasagna with a bottle of beer. Except for the beer, it was comfort food.
And afterwards, I calmed down a bit. Some. But not quite. Still uneasy. Still feeling stupid. Still feeling that I want to pick a fight. Or maybe buy something from the Calvin Klein store. I don't know.
I need to calm down and go with the flow. Yeah, right. I need a good night's sleep, is what I need.
--andoy
31 March 2005
Thursday, March 31, 2005
I Need A Sugar High (I'm Having Another of Those Days...)
I need sugar. I need lots of sugar to get a sugar high. Not that I'm feeling a sugar low kind of thing, where you want to throw things and you're just tetchy of some sort, or on edge. (Hell, I normally when I feel this way, I'd be throwing the cell phone. But my phone is in the shop and I should be picking it up during the weekend; and what I'm using right now is second hand, and already busted and a Nokia. I don't trust this Nokia phone to survive even the threat of being thrown.)
I could go to Sbarro for lunch. Alone. And order a slice of pepperoni pizza, with meat lasagna.
Or better yet, lunch with beer or wine. That sounds nice.
I can also go to the Starbucks across the street and have a nice warm grande size mint tea.
Until last night I had half a mind to have sex Friday morning. or Saturday morning or Saturday afternoon. I guess that can wait. Some other time then.
If I wasn't in the office yet (running late, for instance, or on the field somewhere, client site maybe) I'd be going home just about now, and make it for brunch or the morning coffee break (merienda). Playing hookie would be a better alternative than a day like this.
But it's not the day, actually, which bothers me. The day is fine. It's summer, and it's just getting warm, and warmer, and warmer... The people are fun, they're enjoying themselves today, pressure is off somewhat. The job is fine, I was moving along some documents, editing here and there. Continuously revising and writing.
It's just suddenly crawled up on me. It is getting so that I might be feeling that I hate today. Just because it's a day you might like to hate. Randomly.
I want my phone back. I'll be getting it on the weekend. I can wait.
I want my friend back. Did I lose my friend? I don't know. I have no idea. Could I get my friend back. I don't know. How can I get my friend back? Again, no idea. Damn!
I just called my wife. I asked for a hug. And I told her I missed her. She asked what's wrong. And I said, "nothing."
It's that kind of a day.
The highlight so far was answering an email for a dear caller. She is a dear, really. How can you get mad at her, when she's such a sweet lady. It was a simple question which I forgot to answer yesterday. That was the highlight of the morning. I was happy.
And then the "feeling" started to crawl towards me. I didn't notice. Until it was too late. Now I'm feeling like I want to get mad, and angry. But there's nothing there to get angry at. Not Geoffrey's singing while he's at plugged in to his computer. He's just working and trying to enjoy the drudgery.
I gave a negative comment to a lady co-worker, the moment she walked in. I normally would not consider her as fat. In fact, I doubt if she will ever go over the recommended weight for her height. I just noticed something, gave the comment, "you look fat in what you're wearing." And she gave notice that she didn't like the comment by dropping a bag of books on her desk. God! Those were Neil Gaiman's Sandman comic books inside the bag! Five of them! Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Kristy!
And then I noticed that "feeling" has captured me. It crept, it crawled, and my skin is tingling from the "feeling." I don't like it. And it makes me think that I don't like this day. I'm going to go home early, perhaps. This afternoon, at 5:30 I will knock off work and go home.
I missed "The Amazing Race" last night. Maybe that was it. I sorted CD's and DVD's until almost 12:00 midnight. I was listless. I was missing something. I guess it wasn't "The Amazing Race," I can always watch a replay. I don't want to put a finger on it. I don't even want to know what it was. I wanted to throw glasses in the kitchen last night. Instead I sulked off to the bedroom and was mellow the whole time. I'm still mellow. Just not feeling okay. Not feeling nice, and not feeling great.
Maybe I'll write a poem. I don't know. I have no idea. Only thing I can do is keep my mouth shut before I start shouting at Geoff to tone down his singing. [hahaha]
I do know I can't borrow the DVD-100 any more. Hell! I knew that since before last week. Damn! And just when I needed it then.
Oh well, I'll try to be mellow. That would be something.
And it was such a nice day to disappear.
[Listening to: "I Go Crazy"]
--andoy
31 March 2005
I could go to Sbarro for lunch. Alone. And order a slice of pepperoni pizza, with meat lasagna.
Or better yet, lunch with beer or wine. That sounds nice.
I can also go to the Starbucks across the street and have a nice warm grande size mint tea.
Until last night I had half a mind to have sex Friday morning. or Saturday morning or Saturday afternoon. I guess that can wait. Some other time then.
If I wasn't in the office yet (running late, for instance, or on the field somewhere, client site maybe) I'd be going home just about now, and make it for brunch or the morning coffee break (merienda). Playing hookie would be a better alternative than a day like this.
But it's not the day, actually, which bothers me. The day is fine. It's summer, and it's just getting warm, and warmer, and warmer... The people are fun, they're enjoying themselves today, pressure is off somewhat. The job is fine, I was moving along some documents, editing here and there. Continuously revising and writing.
It's just suddenly crawled up on me. It is getting so that I might be feeling that I hate today. Just because it's a day you might like to hate. Randomly.
I want my phone back. I'll be getting it on the weekend. I can wait.
I want my friend back. Did I lose my friend? I don't know. I have no idea. Could I get my friend back. I don't know. How can I get my friend back? Again, no idea. Damn!
I just called my wife. I asked for a hug. And I told her I missed her. She asked what's wrong. And I said, "nothing."
It's that kind of a day.
The highlight so far was answering an email for a dear caller. She is a dear, really. How can you get mad at her, when she's such a sweet lady. It was a simple question which I forgot to answer yesterday. That was the highlight of the morning. I was happy.
And then the "feeling" started to crawl towards me. I didn't notice. Until it was too late. Now I'm feeling like I want to get mad, and angry. But there's nothing there to get angry at. Not Geoffrey's singing while he's at plugged in to his computer. He's just working and trying to enjoy the drudgery.
I gave a negative comment to a lady co-worker, the moment she walked in. I normally would not consider her as fat. In fact, I doubt if she will ever go over the recommended weight for her height. I just noticed something, gave the comment, "you look fat in what you're wearing." And she gave notice that she didn't like the comment by dropping a bag of books on her desk. God! Those were Neil Gaiman's Sandman comic books inside the bag! Five of them! Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Kristy!
And then I noticed that "feeling" has captured me. It crept, it crawled, and my skin is tingling from the "feeling." I don't like it. And it makes me think that I don't like this day. I'm going to go home early, perhaps. This afternoon, at 5:30 I will knock off work and go home.
I missed "The Amazing Race" last night. Maybe that was it. I sorted CD's and DVD's until almost 12:00 midnight. I was listless. I was missing something. I guess it wasn't "The Amazing Race," I can always watch a replay. I don't want to put a finger on it. I don't even want to know what it was. I wanted to throw glasses in the kitchen last night. Instead I sulked off to the bedroom and was mellow the whole time. I'm still mellow. Just not feeling okay. Not feeling nice, and not feeling great.
Maybe I'll write a poem. I don't know. I have no idea. Only thing I can do is keep my mouth shut before I start shouting at Geoff to tone down his singing. [hahaha]
I do know I can't borrow the DVD-100 any more. Hell! I knew that since before last week. Damn! And just when I needed it then.
Oh well, I'll try to be mellow. That would be something.
And it was such a nice day to disappear.
[Listening to: "I Go Crazy"]
--andoy
31 March 2005
Saturday, March 26, 2005
MSNBC - The appeal of amateur porn
MSNBC - The appeal of amateur porn
Lots of porn out there. And with amateur porn, this could only get bigger. And for a long, long while, this was the only segment of the internet industry making money; before the internet bubble, they were making money, and after the internet bubble burst, they're still making money.
And now with a lot of cell phone models having built-in cameras, digital photo would grow larger and larger.
What next? I have no idea.
--andoy
26 March 2005
Lots of porn out there. And with amateur porn, this could only get bigger. And for a long, long while, this was the only segment of the internet industry making money; before the internet bubble, they were making money, and after the internet bubble burst, they're still making money.
And now with a lot of cell phone models having built-in cameras, digital photo would grow larger and larger.
What next? I have no idea.
--andoy
26 March 2005
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Darwi just officially graduated from elementary school. Next stop, four years of high school.
Posted by Hello
Thursday, March 17, 2005
SHARE: "Lao Tzu: an English Tanaga" by roh mih
Lao Tzu: an English Tanaga
by roh mih
a spoonful of vinegar
is it bitter, sweet or sour?
the bearded philosopher
throws a smile for an answer
Posted with the Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
by roh mih
a spoonful of vinegar
is it bitter, sweet or sour?
the bearded philosopher
throws a smile for an answer
-=0=-
Posted with the Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
-=0=-
--andoy
17 March 2005
SHARE: [2] by Andrea Duerme and Thydess Daniel Norada-Caparros
[2]
by Andrea Duerme and Thydess Daniel Norada-Caparros
Two bottles of beer
opened and spirited,
toxins swirling
set to eat away the hours.
These bodies radiant in the dim lights
their mouths ready for ours,
And we,
lick our lips
as we recieve heaven
flowing as amber waterfalls
watering the parched
valley of our throat
and esophagus and pooling
in the bowel of of our stomach,
a lake
within a body that desires
heaven
even in glimpses of haze.
How everything comes together
in between gulps and exhales.
Poem was first posted with the Pinoy Poets group. All rights to the authors.
--andoy
17 March 2005
by Andrea Duerme and Thydess Daniel Norada-Caparros
Two bottles of beer
opened and spirited,
toxins swirling
set to eat away the hours.
These bodies radiant in the dim lights
their mouths ready for ours,
And we,
lick our lips
as we recieve heaven
flowing as amber waterfalls
watering the parched
valley of our throat
and esophagus and pooling
in the bowel of of our stomach,
a lake
within a body that desires
heaven
even in glimpses of haze.
How everything comes together
in between gulps and exhales.
-=0=-
Poem was first posted with the Pinoy Poets group. All rights to the authors.
-=0=-
--andoy
17 March 2005
SHARE: (untitled) by Kharla Alaba
(untitled)
by Kharla Alaba
I hold in my hands
words where you've spilled
yourself for me
to see,
terms of endearment
that took me years
to utter,
the language of love
your tongue taught me
to speak.
Drinking my nth
bottle of San Miguel,
I realize
you taught me
a lot of firsts.
Beer, you said,
is an acquired taste.
Before you know it,
you'll forget
how the malt
even assaulted you
in the beginning.
Still scared shitless
of my lonely tomorrows,
I lit your letters
on fire,
watch the flames
eat away
the plains of paper
holding testimony
to our yesterdays
and swear
I shall forget you.
Posted with the Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
by Kharla Alaba
I hold in my hands
words where you've spilled
yourself for me
to see,
terms of endearment
that took me years
to utter,
the language of love
your tongue taught me
to speak.
Drinking my nth
bottle of San Miguel,
I realize
you taught me
a lot of firsts.
Beer, you said,
is an acquired taste.
Before you know it,
you'll forget
how the malt
even assaulted you
in the beginning.
Still scared shitless
of my lonely tomorrows,
I lit your letters
on fire,
watch the flames
eat away
the plains of paper
holding testimony
to our yesterdays
and swear
I shall forget you.
-=0=-
Posted with the Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
-=0=-
--andoy
17 March 2005
SHARE: "Eve" by Jojo
Eve
by Jojo
The one that catches her eye
Is the first to be chosen
Its color beckoning --
The redness of fire and life
Tender, willing, plucked
At first,
She hesitates
So she closes her eyes
And bites
And with that act she is claimed
This is the way to eat me,
It seems to say
Surrendering with ease
To the awkwardness of her tongue,
And the cruelty of her teeth
Sinking into its flesh
She presses, and out comes
The nectar of its life
This liquor of liquors
This door of doors
She reaches its core,
Sour and sweet
She tastes the fire
There is a weakness to her knees
"Sophia, my name is Sophia," she says at last.
Posted 4 March 2005 with Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
by Jojo
The one that catches her eye
Is the first to be chosen
Its color beckoning --
The redness of fire and life
Tender, willing, plucked
At first,
She hesitates
So she closes her eyes
And bites
And with that act she is claimed
This is the way to eat me,
It seems to say
Surrendering with ease
To the awkwardness of her tongue,
And the cruelty of her teeth
Sinking into its flesh
She presses, and out comes
The nectar of its life
This liquor of liquors
This door of doors
She reaches its core,
Sour and sweet
She tastes the fire
There is a weakness to her knees
"Sophia, my name is Sophia," she says at last.
-=0=-
Posted 4 March 2005 with Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
-=0=-
--andoy
17 March 2005
SHARE: "like a field of dry cogon, my soul burns" by roh mih
like a field of dry cogon, my soul burns
by roh mih
like a field
of dry cogon, my soul burns
with desire;
no one, no one comes
to collect the ashes
-=0=-
Posted with Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
by roh mih
like a field
of dry cogon, my soul burns
with desire;
no one, no one comes
to collect the ashes
-=0=-
Posted with Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
SHARE: "JAMES DOUGLAS MORRISON" by Cursed Diamond
JAMES DOUGLAS MORRISON
by Cursed Diamond,
my poet of passion my semen shaman
coil your lizard tounge 'round this fair, virgin leg
why do you leave me for the desert of death,
for the texts of the ancient minds only you can decipher
chasing the bottom of whisky bottles and oft-traversed vaginas
all the while caressing me with the tremble in your chants
the lilt in your misunderstood shouts and sermons
how did they escape this great robbery?
you were just a child, on a great spirit ship
with bows bobbing to the waves of unconsciousness
on a maiden voyage to your Indian village home
why did these throngs of pulsating, sweating disciples
commit the injustice of defecting
to the whims of the man, record execs, eternal playback
while my reptilian monarch slid back and cowered
is he a fool? does he speak truth? is he my
personal god in black leather and worn snakeskin boots?
oh jimmie, let me hear what ails you albeit three decades late
let my probing tongue bring color to pallid cheeks
let me pleasure you in those secret corners where you hid
revive ourselves to an orgasmic frenzy
until copious seeds bathe me in words only true poets mouthed
sing to me of the collective torment gathered from the ages
from discontent you harvest from lifetime to lifetime
why do they fail to comprehend, tolerate, believe
that tragedy is beauty, that death is divine
that the door opens only to those
who acknowledge it was never there
sound that piercing wail for me for the last time
so i can trace its echoes to your sacred throne
where i become your poetess in blinding light and raging fire
-=0=-
Posted with Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
by Cursed Diamond,
my poet of passion my semen shaman
coil your lizard tounge 'round this fair, virgin leg
why do you leave me for the desert of death,
for the texts of the ancient minds only you can decipher
chasing the bottom of whisky bottles and oft-traversed vaginas
all the while caressing me with the tremble in your chants
the lilt in your misunderstood shouts and sermons
how did they escape this great robbery?
you were just a child, on a great spirit ship
with bows bobbing to the waves of unconsciousness
on a maiden voyage to your Indian village home
why did these throngs of pulsating, sweating disciples
commit the injustice of defecting
to the whims of the man, record execs, eternal playback
while my reptilian monarch slid back and cowered
is he a fool? does he speak truth? is he my
personal god in black leather and worn snakeskin boots?
oh jimmie, let me hear what ails you albeit three decades late
let my probing tongue bring color to pallid cheeks
let me pleasure you in those secret corners where you hid
revive ourselves to an orgasmic frenzy
until copious seeds bathe me in words only true poets mouthed
sing to me of the collective torment gathered from the ages
from discontent you harvest from lifetime to lifetime
why do they fail to comprehend, tolerate, believe
that tragedy is beauty, that death is divine
that the door opens only to those
who acknowledge it was never there
sound that piercing wail for me for the last time
so i can trace its echoes to your sacred throne
where i become your poetess in blinding light and raging fire
-=0=-
Posted with Pinoy Poets. All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
Share: "VOYEURISM" and "AT A DISTANCE I SPIED" by paula rosales
VOYEURISM
by paula rosales
I want to leave everything in its place
Everything in its position
Like a naked love where loins meet
In their light headed condition.
No wonder I'd slipped myself into
Divine darkness and emerge
To become another self.
And yet a hard-on on your soul
Is an obstinate need
To see.
AT A DISTANCE I SPIED
by paula rosales
The long creamy legs
And the voice that carries
The tranquil silence of the morning
Are the gaps that make me rupture
In my implanted mask
They belong to someone else
And I imagine the owner
Enjoying himself in and out
The source of the words
That rattles my spine
While the long legs
Draw him like Buddhist's arms
In her lips that mouths sanctity
And delicious blasphemy
I do not belong to them
Because someone is
Suppose to have taken off
My mask years ago
Both poems were submitted to Pinoy Poets 5 march 2005. I posted them together as it seems that these poems are twins.
All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
by paula rosales
I want to leave everything in its place
Everything in its position
Like a naked love where loins meet
In their light headed condition.
No wonder I'd slipped myself into
Divine darkness and emerge
To become another self.
And yet a hard-on on your soul
Is an obstinate need
To see.
-=0=-
AT A DISTANCE I SPIED
by paula rosales
The long creamy legs
And the voice that carries
The tranquil silence of the morning
Are the gaps that make me rupture
In my implanted mask
They belong to someone else
And I imagine the owner
Enjoying himself in and out
The source of the words
That rattles my spine
While the long legs
Draw him like Buddhist's arms
In her lips that mouths sanctity
And delicious blasphemy
I do not belong to them
Because someone is
Suppose to have taken off
My mask years ago
-=0=-
Both poems were submitted to Pinoy Poets 5 march 2005. I posted them together as it seems that these poems are twins.
All rights to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
SHARE: "AFTERNOON WITH __________ " by Rhodge Fernandez
AFTERNOON WITH __________ *
by Rhodge Fernandez
Submitted to Pinoy Poets March 1, 2005
Ay ayaten ca,
and with those words I dissolve
– sugar for your hot coffee.
This was posted with Pinoy Poets. All rights are to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005.
by Rhodge Fernandez
Submitted to Pinoy Poets March 1, 2005
Ay ayaten ca,
and with those words I dissolve
– sugar for your hot coffee.
-=0=-
This was posted with Pinoy Poets. All rights are to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005.
Share: Tribute to Women: haiku and senryu collection by roh mih
Tribute to Women: haiku and senryu collection
by roh mih
posted with Pinoy Poets March 1, 2005
(in celebration of Women's Month)
in a bucket
of ice and fishes
mother's reflection
two mothers
talk of wedding
over ricecakes
gray-haired woman
curled on a folding bed
crescent moon
barbecue stand--
thin smoke veils a woman's face
her musing eyes
before breakfast
mother waters her plants
with a teapot
videoke night--
on the screen, a background
of bare breasts
Posted by roh mih with Pinoy Poets March 1, 2005, in in celebration of Women's Month.
All rights are to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
by roh mih
posted with Pinoy Poets March 1, 2005
(in celebration of Women's Month)
in a bucket
of ice and fishes
mother's reflection
two mothers
talk of wedding
over ricecakes
gray-haired woman
curled on a folding bed
crescent moon
barbecue stand--
thin smoke veils a woman's face
her musing eyes
before breakfast
mother waters her plants
with a teapot
videoke night--
on the screen, a background
of bare breasts
-=0=-
Posted by roh mih with Pinoy Poets March 1, 2005, in in celebration of Women's Month.
All rights are to the author.
--andoy
17 March 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Share: "A Thousand Miles," by Vanessa Carlton
"A Thousand Miles"
Written and Performed by Vanessa Carlton
Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces pass
And I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making a way
Through the crowd
And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....
If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight
It's always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me
'Cause everything's so wrong
And I don't belong
Living in your
Precious memories
'Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....
If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight
And I, I
Don't want to let you know
I, I
Drown in your memory
I, I
Don't want to let this go
I, I
Don't....
Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces pass
And I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making a way
Through the crowd
And I still need you
And I still miss you
And now I wonder....
If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass us by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you...
If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass us by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
If I could
Just hold you
Tonight
-=0=-
Was watching "White Chicks", a Wayans brothers movie and this song was
included in it. I guess it must really be a chick song. Just that I
can't remember the title, and had to do a google search for it.
--andoy
14 March 2005
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Erotika Sa Dalampasigan" by Enrico "John" Torralba
Erotika Sa Dalampasigan
by Enrico "John" Torralba
"Ing paro matudtod,
Dalan ne ning agos."
Humuhulas ang dilim sa langit
At kinukubkob ang dalampasigan.
Humuhupa naman ang galit
At tilamsik ng mga alon
Sa batuhan.
Sa buhanginan,
Kiming pumupulupot
Ang isang balanggot
Sa isang putol na kahoy
At kabibeng naghihintay.
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by Enrico "John" Torralba.
--andoy
2 March 2005
by Enrico "John" Torralba
"Ing paro matudtod,
Dalan ne ning agos."
Humuhulas ang dilim sa langit
At kinukubkob ang dalampasigan.
Humuhupa naman ang galit
At tilamsik ng mga alon
Sa batuhan.
Sa buhanginan,
Kiming pumupulupot
Ang isang balanggot
Sa isang putol na kahoy
At kabibeng naghihintay.
-=0=-
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by Enrico "John" Torralba.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Hurt" by diegoberrioscanto
hurt
by diegoberrioscanto
i hate you
for putting the puddle
before me, my tears.
i hope you drown.
-=0=-
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by diegoberrioscanto.
--andoy
2 March 2005
by diegoberrioscanto
i hate you
for putting the puddle
before me, my tears.
i hope you drown.
-=0=-
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by diegoberrioscanto.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Hindi Talaga" by Jennifer M. Trinidad
Hindi Talaga
Jennifer M. Trinidad
Feb. 23, 2005
Hindi ko kaya,
ang Makita kang malumbay,
labi ay walang ngiti,
tahimik, nag-iisa't
walang karamay.
Mas hindi ko kaya,
ang ika'y Makita,
na masayang iba ang kasama,
pagkat puso'y parang pinipiga.
Pinaka sa lahat, hindi ko kaya,
na ikaw ay makasama,
ngunit puso mo'y di naman akin
at katagang "Mahal Kita",
kailanma'y di mo sasambitin.
-=0=-
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by Jennifer Trinidad.
--andoy
2 March 2005
Jennifer M. Trinidad
Feb. 23, 2005
Hindi ko kaya,
ang Makita kang malumbay,
labi ay walang ngiti,
tahimik, nag-iisa't
walang karamay.
Mas hindi ko kaya,
ang ika'y Makita,
na masayang iba ang kasama,
pagkat puso'y parang pinipiga.
Pinaka sa lahat, hindi ko kaya,
na ikaw ay makasama,
ngunit puso mo'y di naman akin
at katagang "Mahal Kita",
kailanma'y di mo sasambitin.
-=0=-
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by Jennifer Trinidad.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "OF CHOCOLATE CHIPS AND SEX", by Shwan McIntosch
OF CHOCOLATE CHIPS AND SEX, Shwan McIntosch
Once I bought a pack of cookies. Assorted chocolate cookies that is.
It's my favorite kasi. Once I opened it. Slowly smelled it. Uhhmm…
smells good. Mabango, tempting. As I slowly pull the plastic out. I
saw those bunch of cookies. So delighting, so yummy tingnan. I looked
at first and it seems like its talking to me… "eat me". It told my
unconscious mind. I saw those chocolate bits, grabe… so enticing. Then
I slowly put it on my mouth and had a bite of it. I was munching it
and the next thing I know, I ate it all up. I thought of closing the
bag again. But I couldn't resist. So I took another chip and ate it
all up again. It was so satisfying. And then I slowly crave for more.
The satisfaction. Uuhmm… one cookie after another… flavors after
flavors… different sizes and different tastes. I felt that, this is
one thing that I like and I want to do over and over again. To eat
cookies. Different kinds, from different stores and different brands.
Kanya-kanyang trip lang yan. Kung ano gusto mong ulit-ulitin, go for
it! Kung nageenjoy ka. Satisfied ka. Wala kang pinipilit. Pero sana,
bago ka magsawa, meron ka sanang magustuhan na hindi mo na
pagsasawaan.
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by Shawn McIntosh.
--andoy
2 March 2005
Once I bought a pack of cookies. Assorted chocolate cookies that is.
It's my favorite kasi. Once I opened it. Slowly smelled it. Uhhmm…
smells good. Mabango, tempting. As I slowly pull the plastic out. I
saw those bunch of cookies. So delighting, so yummy tingnan. I looked
at first and it seems like its talking to me… "eat me". It told my
unconscious mind. I saw those chocolate bits, grabe… so enticing. Then
I slowly put it on my mouth and had a bite of it. I was munching it
and the next thing I know, I ate it all up. I thought of closing the
bag again. But I couldn't resist. So I took another chip and ate it
all up again. It was so satisfying. And then I slowly crave for more.
The satisfaction. Uuhmm… one cookie after another… flavors after
flavors… different sizes and different tastes. I felt that, this is
one thing that I like and I want to do over and over again. To eat
cookies. Different kinds, from different stores and different brands.
Kanya-kanyang trip lang yan. Kung ano gusto mong ulit-ulitin, go for
it! Kung nageenjoy ka. Satisfied ka. Wala kang pinipilit. Pero sana,
bago ka magsawa, meron ka sanang magustuhan na hindi mo na
pagsasawaan.
-=0=-
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by Shawn McIntosh.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Titig", By Gracia Perdiguerra
Titig
by Gracia Perdiguerra
2/19/05
Nakita ko ang sulyap
ang tingin
tingi – tinging lihim
kapagka tatalikod
upang di ko mapansin
mangingiti
batid ko rin, di nga ba't-
minsa'y tinapatan ko rin
ng ngiti ang umis
napansin mo bang di ko nilubayan
ang mga patago at kutiltil na
pagpapahayag
kung saan natunaw mo
ang aking kaloob-looban
mainit na hinagod
ang puso, nanghina
at unti-unting nagparaya-
ayokong lingunin ka
ayokong makita
ayokong makulong
ang aking kaluluwa
sa iyong mga mata
at igupo ako sa pangamba.
Baka.
Baka nga.
Ako'y napaibig na.
-=0=-
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by Gracis Perdiguerra.
--andoy
2 March 2005
by Gracia Perdiguerra
2/19/05
Nakita ko ang sulyap
ang tingin
tingi – tinging lihim
kapagka tatalikod
upang di ko mapansin
mangingiti
batid ko rin, di nga ba't-
minsa'y tinapatan ko rin
ng ngiti ang umis
napansin mo bang di ko nilubayan
ang mga patago at kutiltil na
pagpapahayag
kung saan natunaw mo
ang aking kaloob-looban
mainit na hinagod
ang puso, nanghina
at unti-unting nagparaya-
ayokong lingunin ka
ayokong makita
ayokong makulong
ang aking kaluluwa
sa iyong mga mata
at igupo ako sa pangamba.
Baka.
Baka nga.
Ako'y napaibig na.
-=0=-
Submitted to Pinoy Poets by Gracis Perdiguerra.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Antipara" by Jonar Sabilano
Antipara
by Jonar Sabilano, 02/17/2005
Mali na siguro ang grado
ng antipara ko.
Ilang beses ko mang linisin ang lente,
hindi pa rin ako makakita nang mabuti.
Ipikit ko man nang mahigpit ang aking mata,
ikaw at ikaw pa rin ang aking nakikita.
Submitted by Jonar Sabilano to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
by Jonar Sabilano, 02/17/2005
Mali na siguro ang grado
ng antipara ko.
Ilang beses ko mang linisin ang lente,
hindi pa rin ako makakita nang mabuti.
Ipikit ko man nang mahigpit ang aking mata,
ikaw at ikaw pa rin ang aking nakikita.
-=0=-
Submitted by Jonar Sabilano to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Familiar Stranger" by Suzanne Nepomuceno
Familiar Stranger
by Suzanne Nepomuceno
Feb. 17, 2005
A quarter past eight
it's obvious, you're late
running and hustling
amidst the noisy crowd
Overslept again I see
but I don't mind
the unkempt hair
and creases on your shirt
Tell me
why I go on like this
In your world of hurry
I may not even exist
Still
you can count on me
to be here on the morrow
and the day after
at a quarter past eight
to see if you would be late
and maybe someday
I'll learn your name
familiar stranger
-=0=-
Poem was submitted by Suzanne Nepomuceno to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
by Suzanne Nepomuceno
Feb. 17, 2005
A quarter past eight
it's obvious, you're late
running and hustling
amidst the noisy crowd
Overslept again I see
but I don't mind
the unkempt hair
and creases on your shirt
Tell me
why I go on like this
In your world of hurry
I may not even exist
Still
you can count on me
to be here on the morrow
and the day after
at a quarter past eight
to see if you would be late
and maybe someday
I'll learn your name
familiar stranger
-=0=-
Poem was submitted by Suzanne Nepomuceno to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Silly Thing" by Summer
Silly thing
by Summer
Feb 16 2005
Between crumpled bed
and wet sheets,
moaning sounds
and heaving breaths.
I tried to reach
and kiss the man with me,
to feel the hardness of his body
and warmth of his embrace.
But when i reach out to touch'
there was nothing much.
for its only, me, myself and i
doing the same silly thign again.
Submitted by Summer to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
by Summer
Feb 16 2005
Between crumpled bed
and wet sheets,
moaning sounds
and heaving breaths.
I tried to reach
and kiss the man with me,
to feel the hardness of his body
and warmth of his embrace.
But when i reach out to touch'
there was nothing much.
for its only, me, myself and i
doing the same silly thign again.
-=0=-
Submitted by Summer to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] Sa Araw na Ito, by Gretchen Que
Sa Araw na Ito
Gretchen Que
Submitted to Pinoy Poets Feb. 1, 2005
Nais kong mabigyang-silay
ang mundo mong tago
ng mga labi mong tikom.
At
nais ko ring
marinig mo naman ang
aking pighati sa
pagbitaw mo ng mga
salitang lumiliyab
habang
gubad tayong hinahaplos
ng buwang mapaglinlang.
Pagpapasalamat ko, sa pagpapaunlak mo
ng mga nais ko sa
araw na ito.
Poem submitted by Gretchen Que to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
Gretchen Que
Submitted to Pinoy Poets Feb. 1, 2005
Nais kong mabigyang-silay
ang mundo mong tago
ng mga labi mong tikom.
At
nais ko ring
marinig mo naman ang
aking pighati sa
pagbitaw mo ng mga
salitang lumiliyab
habang
gubad tayong hinahaplos
ng buwang mapaglinlang.
Pagpapasalamat ko, sa pagpapaunlak mo
ng mga nais ko sa
araw na ito.
-=0=-
Poem submitted by Gretchen Que to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Narinig Ko ang Boses Mo Kanina" by Kramer
Narinig Ko ang Boses Mo Kanina
(isang buwan pagkatapos mong magpaalam)
by Kramer/Pinoy Poets
Kanina,
habang magkausap tayo,
naalala ko ang lahat
ng pinagdaanan natin
noong tayo pa.
Lahat dumapo sa isip ko-
kulitan, hirap,
pati mga away.
Pero,
halata sa tono ng pagsasalita mo
na malungkot ka rin.
Ang hindi mo lang alam-
kanina,
habang nagsasalita ka,
ako
umiiyak na
sa
kabilang linya.
Poem was submitted to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
(isang buwan pagkatapos mong magpaalam)
by Kramer/Pinoy Poets
Kanina,
habang magkausap tayo,
naalala ko ang lahat
ng pinagdaanan natin
noong tayo pa.
Lahat dumapo sa isip ko-
kulitan, hirap,
pati mga away.
Pero,
halata sa tono ng pagsasalita mo
na malungkot ka rin.
Ang hindi mo lang alam-
kanina,
habang nagsasalita ka,
ako
umiiyak na
sa
kabilang linya.
-=0=-
Poem was submitted to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
My Cousin Ruby
My cousin Ruby left for Germany yesterday, where she's going for training as part of her research job with the University of Mindanao. I haven't gotten all the details but yesterday was some sort of comedy.
Her original itenerary was to fly in from Cagayan de Oro, ETA Manila 2:20 via PAL. Proceeding to the German Embassy for a courtesy call. And then wait for her flight to Germany at 11:30PM.
Whoever made those arrangements did not know anything about travelling in Metro Manila. Normally, PAL is late, and travel time from the airport to Makati takes at least one hour. The Embassy closes at 3:30PM. So that is cutting it close. Monday, she called the Embassy and informed them that she might not be able to get there before close of business hours. So that settles that. Next problem was that, of course, she wants to meet family in however short time she'd be spending in the metropolis. So it was arranged that Tatay and Mama would be going to the airport to meet her. The mix up started there.
We were not able to inform her that Tatay and Mama would be meeting her at the airport. And then she proceeded to the Emirates Airline office to get her ticket. The office was in Makati. When informed that she was in Makati, my parents followed her there. And somehow after spending some time in Makati, they escorted her back to the airport to check in her bags for the outbound flight.
Like any other Filipino with relatives abroad – in this case, her aunt on her mother's side – there was a request to bring some things: including pickled vegetables and bananas. She was prepared though and she brought enough money for the excess baggage fees. Bananas! She said she did get special permission from the Embassy. Okay, not my problem then.
She'll be attending a six-month training, preceded by a two month crash course on the german language. So, right now, she knows just enough Japanese to get around, because she'd already attended a training in Japan. And now, she'd need to be fluent in German as well. That is super.
We'll be spending more time with her when she gets back sometime in October or November maybe.
-- andoy
2 March 2005
Her original itenerary was to fly in from Cagayan de Oro, ETA Manila 2:20 via PAL. Proceeding to the German Embassy for a courtesy call. And then wait for her flight to Germany at 11:30PM.
Whoever made those arrangements did not know anything about travelling in Metro Manila. Normally, PAL is late, and travel time from the airport to Makati takes at least one hour. The Embassy closes at 3:30PM. So that is cutting it close. Monday, she called the Embassy and informed them that she might not be able to get there before close of business hours. So that settles that. Next problem was that, of course, she wants to meet family in however short time she'd be spending in the metropolis. So it was arranged that Tatay and Mama would be going to the airport to meet her. The mix up started there.
We were not able to inform her that Tatay and Mama would be meeting her at the airport. And then she proceeded to the Emirates Airline office to get her ticket. The office was in Makati. When informed that she was in Makati, my parents followed her there. And somehow after spending some time in Makati, they escorted her back to the airport to check in her bags for the outbound flight.
Like any other Filipino with relatives abroad – in this case, her aunt on her mother's side – there was a request to bring some things: including pickled vegetables and bananas. She was prepared though and she brought enough money for the excess baggage fees. Bananas! She said she did get special permission from the Embassy. Okay, not my problem then.
She'll be attending a six-month training, preceded by a two month crash course on the german language. So, right now, she knows just enough Japanese to get around, because she'd already attended a training in Japan. And now, she'd need to be fluent in German as well. That is super.
We'll be spending more time with her when she gets back sometime in October or November maybe.
-- andoy
2 March 2005
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