the unholy trinity

the lies...deceit..the games

when will they ever be taken out of the equation.

are they staples to every form of bond you have with someone, no matter how thin that string of connection is?

i would rather be shown the minutest yet purest form of affection, rather than be gallantly smothered in flattery, yet void of truth in every crevice.

when you intentionally intrude into other people's less than perfect lives...leave 3 things behind

the lies...deceit...the games.

Diorama of my Mind

I am not even thinking...I'm just letting things happen. Happenings that are happening. Happenings that happened and turned into memories - unexpected...unforeseen - Some I would want to reminisce about, over and over, without feeling tired. Others leave me catatonic to the point that I just want to be amnesic towards 'em.

Bitter sweet...thats how these happenings are. Sweet - because it's wonderful. Bitter- because I know it will end soon.

This is me now - certain about being uncertain.

Verse 8

you were laying in subtle slumber
i was gazing at you in surreality
reminiscing and and hoping at the same time...
engulfing the present

---Waking Up with You---

Mum

I'm simply speechless... :)

Verse 7

Anticipated.
Filled with anxiety and excitement.
It made me float like oil on water.
We smiled when it was over.



-----Breaking her Celibacy-----

Verse 6

Tiny bursts of pain...
Nano second interval
Rising from the bottom-up,
Hurting like hot metal on dry skin.


---Friday the 13th Heartburn!---

Memoirs of a professional bum

One evening, I walked the streets of downtown Dumsville in my So shirt, my made in China checkered shorts and Old Navy flip flops. I walked at a leisurely pace since the roads and sidewalks were almost deserted and I really wasn't in a hurry cause it was just another trip to the drugstore to buy more meds for my cough that refused to disappear.

While I waited for my turn at the drugstore,and stared blankly at a bottle of Skin White lotion in the glass case, I thought I heard someone calling me, not by my name though...it sounded distant, but i heard it. When i looked to my right, a familiar face was smiling at me, but it took me a while to figure out who's face it was. Then i remembered that it belonged to one of my former students, Mr. Abordo if I remember correctly (Hey I used to check attendance, hence the last name basis). It was his voice that i heard, and I did hear him right when i thought he said "Good evening Ma'am, ga teach pa ka? (are you still teaching)". Then i replied with a smile "No, something came up". With that, the reminder that he wasn't the first person to have asked me that question, slapped me in the face. My other ex-students, other students who haven't even been my students, and friends and colleagues have asked the same freaking question. And it hurt that i always gave them the same answer- NO.

It hurt because I missed the thing that I love doing. I mean, I have always been comfortable being in the classroom as a student, but even more when I stood in front of the college kids who , I guess, found it barely believable that I could actually be a teacher! lol! Even my superior used to kid around if my students actually listened to me! But they did (I think), and I missed it..so much. I knew where I belonged--in the academe. Being somewhere else wouldn't be as satisfying. But that had to wait.

Finally the pharmacy clerk handed me my meds, and I had to bid goodbye to Mr. Abordo. I turned my back at him and started to walk back to my house with the thought that I might have said goodbye to my ex-student, but I'm not saying goodbye to teaching. I will be gracing the classroom again. I don't know when, or which institution, but i will.