Daybreaker

It was one of those nights, when one's body clock keeps a sleeper away from slumber. For me, it's those wretched midnight spells. Unable to repeat the REM after a three hour nap, I woke up, only to say goodnight to Baabaa and went on to finish the last leg of this season's raketship.Writing the children's article took two hours to put to sleep. And when I'm done, I checked the time and it's

Only The Best

It was ambitious and I did it because... A Hollow PassageSinful delightBaabaa and the skyOff we disembarked from the jeep in front of a hotel with a commanding view of the lake. I was able to book a room at half the price. To get a suite without the vista was a forgivable offense. After all, there is a king-sized bed, a flat screen TV and fast WiFi to compensate for what we didn't get.It was

The Lego House

I'm out of touch, I'm out of loveI'll pick you up when you're feeling downAnd out of all these things I've doneI think I love you better now.

Unofficial

At past 3 in the morning:"Kanina ka pa dumating?" She asked."Kakarating-rating ko lang po...""May kasama kang umuwi?""Ako lang mag-isa...""Umuwi ka lang mag-isa?""Sinabay ako sa taxi...""Hindi mo kasama si JC?"I was tempted to say that JC was with me the whole time. But to do so might put me in a quandary where a categorical answer would spawn more questions. Her five-word inquiry, despite its

Una

The idea for my first blog entry of the year was to write my twelve resolutions. But the plan was brushed aside when JC took this photo with his Panasonic Lumix G2 Camera. My partner then uploaded it on Twitter. The close-up of a weed with overcast skies in the background had left me spellbound. The subject conjures mixed feelings of tranquility and isolation. There is something about the

Cartography Of Veins

It all started when JC sent an SMS asking for directions."Hala Baaaboo." The message read. "Yung friend ko di alam pano umuwi sa kanila. Haha. Pano ba magtaxi papunta jan sa area? Sanay kasi na may driver. Lol."I sent a reply asking my partner where his friend will be coming from. As much as I would like to help, her whereabouts is needed so I can tell exactly the streets she must pass through."

On Gay Marriage Last Pt.

Previously on SouljackerFebruary 14, 2003It was past 7 in the evening. Lovers were everywhere. Restaurants and hotels were fully booked for dates and other expressions of intimacy. While lonely singles banded together for group dates and bachelor parties. Meanwhile, there I was in Dapitan. The street was empty. There was a girl using the phone booth and she was crying while talking to someone on

Final Distance

I wanna be with you Someday even this distance We'll be able to embrace Utada HikaruFinal Distance It is half past midnight and I am on a bus heading to a place I have only seen in the front page of a daily newspaper. As to why my feet lead me there, only the heart could tell.Beyond the glass window is a sea of darkness. Who would have thought that after living so long in the city, my soul would

Larawan Last Part

And so we have come to the last part of the Larawan series, where, in my attempts to trace back our footsteps, I have gathered my strength to return to the places that serve as milestones of my long and fruitful journey with JC.Twelve images. Twelve places. Twelve months. Sino ang mag-aakala na sa nilayo-layo ng aming nilakbay, nandito pa rin kami at hindi napapagod. The first four pictures tell

Larawan Second Part

Baabaa was asked sa isang online forum kung saan daw ang pinakamemorable date niya.Kelly Heights, AntipoloHis answer was Antipolo.Bilang isang hamak na stalker sa forum na iyon ay napangiti ako sa kanyang sagot. Malay ko ba na yun pala ang special place namin para sa kanya. Kelly Heights has always been my retreat every time I'd like to run away from the city. It is fairly inaccessible, the food,

Larawan First Part

Ang bilin ng mga matatanda, ang taong hindi marunong lumingon sa pinanggalingan ay hindi alam ang pupuntahan.So here we are, looking back at where this sweet thing called love brought us.McDonalds, UN AvenueMay masama akong balak ng gabing iyon. May ko-kornerin akong tao para i-treat ng Twister Fries. Ang binata ay walang kaalam-alam na ang kanya palang ka-textmate ay nag-aabang na sa ground

Welcome Wagon

"this is another attempt of me blogging. i have quite a number of blogs in the past starting with Multiply which we all know has lost its following and people don't open their accounts anymore. i had one blogger account way back in college for my philo class though --- that was full of pambobola just to get a 4.0. Hahaha! i have tumblr and i blog every once in a while but i couldn't blog

Eleven

Hindi na bale ang pansariling pakiramdam ng pangungulila. J-Bear and MugenbearAng mahalaga, sa tuwing nakikita ko silang kapiling mo, tiwala akong hinding hindi ka nag-iisa.Happy Monthsary Baabaa.  Mahal na mahal kita.

Wallpaper

Just this once, I will showcase JC's photo, a hobby he is slowly nurturing after he bought a Panasonic Lumix GF2 camera in Canada. I lend my space and eventually my time. For being a lover of nature photography, I hope that my partner incubate his talent and make use of his camera to hatch his artistry. Bliss by the Notthewimpykid

Banchetto

To become a foodie, one must have a passion for anything that is edible. A foodie must be prepared to appease his gustatory needs, and journey the ends of the city for culinary delights never sold anywhere.These are qualities I hardly possess. Given my intense discipline to assert form into my sagging frame, eating to my heart's content was a pursuit I followed only at home. Starving myself, on

Avatar

It is never my plan to leave the country, not even for a short vacation. I don't have a passport to start with, and I even doubt whether I'd be given a visa should I decide to get one.As I begin to see the real cost of going abroad, not even my secret stash can hold out to the imminent cash burst. Lacking in wardrobe, an overhaul alone will cut deep into my pocket. Not to mention my strong  

Mental Note

There is something true and sincere in my tears.For this reason, I seldom shed them.T-Minus 6 Hours

Into Dust

A complementing song for a somber Sunday afternoon.Beside me todayAround broken in twoTill you eyes shedInto dustMazzy StarInto Dust

The Countdown Begins

In fourteen days, the partner leaves for Canada. He will stay there for three months to attend the job training required at work. "Three months is just a blink of an eye," he always tells me. "I'd be back, long before you start counting."I remember a time when I used to discourage him from switching jobs. It was a subtle move for I was unsure  how things would shape up.  The agreement between him

Musa

Been writing children's stories for Bentusi since last year. So far, this is my most rewarding project with her. And since I'm allowed to pick names for my characters, I decided to use my partner's name hoping it gets published too, and be read by children everywhere.This is for you Baabaa.In a fruits basket were several different fruits. They were freshly bought from the supermarket to help JC