Thursday, May 25, 2006
ASA
by gab caraon
pumikit.
umasang sa pagdilat ay mawala siya.
matulog.
at umasang sa pag-gising ay mawala ang panaginip.
umiyak.
umasang sa pagtulo ng luha'y sumabay na mawala ang nararamdaman.
punasan mo na yan.
sino bang niloko mo?
tanga tayong lahat sa pag-ibig...
kada : ehjiboi
PARA NAMAN MAY BAGONG POST KAHIT PAPAANO
I found this article at the net while I was looking for the definition of the word, Philophilia. Apparently, there is no such word, the word I should be looking for is Philophil, meaning love for love's sake. The word cannot be found in the English dictionary yet, but the word is included in a Lexicon of Neologisms in Emory University. Anyway back to the article…
Philophilia Among the Not-Yet Set
"Love is...,” said the Sexpert, crouched in a corner of the booth in a fractional lotus. It tended to hide her surpluses, which was well, but it couldn't hide her garb; her skin wasn't right for black 'tards and turtleneck, so she counter-weighed with hefty black glasses. "Love is..."
Proudly Suffering mused lovingly, "Love is pain... Exquisite pain..." He brushed at his thinning black hair and made beagle eyes at the blonde woman across the table. He pulled the lapels of his velveteen jacket into place. He groomed his thin moustache. Do I read minds?; as I
watched him in the mirror, I knew his thoughts: 'worth a shot', or maybe 'because it's there'.
"Eavesdropper," the bartender said to me. It wasn't a question, and he proved it with a knowing grin. "Give me a warm-up," I said, tapping the half-full beer glass in front of me. "Charge full price to make it worth your while. It'll make it look like I have a reason for staying here." The blonde woman gushed, "Love is =everything!" One would say she was elegantly endowed, quite well favored by nature, if it were possible to judge by measuring only those organs from the eyebrows down. As it was, well... More Proudly Suffering's type than mine. "Love is =all there is!" "Well, what about sex?!," the Sexpert countered belligerently. "Without sex there is no expression for Love. Without sex Love can't exist!" "Yeah," said Suffering, "and what about walks along the beach and listening to music and great books?" "And cuddling," said the Sexpert. "And even the grinding process of mutual self-sacrifice." Suffering said: "Nonsmoker preferred. Matrimonially inclined. No fetishists." "Hey...," said Elegantly Endowed. "I think I read that in the Voice." "Yeah," sighed Suffering. "That was my ad... Didn't pull." Another sigh. Sexpert: "You didn't say anything about cuddling. Or merging into a oneness." "You didn't even say anything about Love!," Endowed chided. Sigh. "I'll never get it right..." "Aww...," soothed the blonde. "Love always finds a way..." Suffering whimpered, "...not for me." "Aww... Haven't you found Love yet?" She stroked gently at his temples. He looked at her with mercenary eyes. "Uh... Not yet."
"Poor baby... Love is all there is..."
"Sex is better any day," mused the Sexpert. "The final statement of the dialectic! Being and not-being. Sacrificing and being sacrificed-to! Power, pain, pity. What could be more wonderful?" "...frankly," Endowed muttered, "a lot of things..." "I'm whole when I'm with someone," Sexpert rhapsodized. "I'm whole because I can lose myself in that other person." ...something doesn't add up," said Endowed. "If so it's because you're still tied down to lackey monogamy. 'Off Limits!'," the Sexpert scoffed. "'Private Property!', 'No Trespassing!'. You have yet to learn that the oneness of not-being can only be secured by giving freely, indiscriminately." "To anyone?" The blonde made a face. Her eyes shot to Proudly Suffering, but she hastily pulled them away.
"To anyone!"
"Even if they don't bathe?"
"Anyone. Any expression of ego blocks access to oneness."
"Yuck."
"Do you see?" The Sexpert smiled smugly. "You're unwilling to quest after true happiness."
"Uh... Have you found Love?"
"Love is an anachronism! I have thrown off the bourgeois chains of Love!"
"Translated," Suffering chuckled, "that means: Not yet." The Sexpert glowered at him.
The blonde threw back her trusses. "Well, I say that Love is all there is. Why, if not for Love, what else is there to live for?" "Sex," cooed the Sexpert. "Pain," the Sufferer moaned. "The exquisite hurt of inevitable parting." "No!," Endowed protested. "You know what I mean!"
Sigh. "...and the pain of the quest..." "Yeah!," said Elegantly Endowed. "...and all the intricate wretchedness in between..." "No! Love is all there is! 'You're nobody 'til somebody Loves
you'! Being Loved is the most important thing there is!" "I Love you, Love," Suffering whined. "Please Love me..." "That's the right attitude to take! Why, if we all Love enough, who knows what we can do? Love is all there is to anything!" "Umm," said Sexpert with a larcenous glint in her eyes. "Have you found Love?" "...well..." The blonde bit her lip. "...not yet, exactly... But I'll
keep trying!" The bartender reared back his head and pointed with his nose, a gesture of contempt. "Haven't you had enough of that yet?" I grinned, resisting temptation. I picked up my bills, leaving the coins. "As a matter of fact... I have." As I walked out into the reddening Skies Elegantly Endowed said, "Even if there were something else, it Wouldn’t be as good as Love. That's why I'm waiting. When I find Love, then I can worry about my life."
Copyright 1985, 1986 by Gregory S. Swann. All Rights Reserved.
Direct inquiries to CIS I.D. 75115,1341.
COMMENTS?
It could be violent, complimenting, nostalgic, ... anything!
Place your comment here para post natin lahat ito. hehehe!
kada : the somnambulist
Thursday, May 04, 2006
days of exciting boredom have turned me into a musician wannabe.
i have been doing nothing but eat my lola's halo-halo (which is STILL sweetened bananas desguising themselves as halo-halo with skillful use of sago and gulaman), watch TV till my head hurts, strum dumbly at my guitar, eat some more halo-halo, eat something else, watch over my little cousins, and sleep.
the weekends are a little better. for two consecutive saturdays i've attended two different (obviously) debuts. and from the debuts that i have attended, i have come up with a theory. the two vital neccessities for a successful debut are Lengua (cow's tongue, i guess) and bubbles.
so there, back to me strumming dumbly at the guitar. yes, i have been strumming alright. and i think i have again imagined that i am a songwriter and have composed another song.
nobody is allowed to laugh out loud. :p
Sing Goodnight
lyrics by: ehji
music by: ehji (still, hehe)
i remember the night, it was bright
full of stars
and their light, they shimmer
in my face
and my gaze, was in haze
i've been crying
and my hands, they were drenched
by my tears
caused by your smile of goodbye
and that night, i was shattered
by a whisper
so soft that it hurts
and my veins, they contain
your lullaby
chorus:
fell me to sleep with your song
wrap your arms around me
like you did before
tell me you love me one last time
then you can sing me your goodbye..
sing goodnight..
i am to blame
for your sorrow, by your pain
i've made a mistake
and i listen to your
lullaby
(repeat chorus)
bridge (or whatever this is called):
put me to sleep
let my heart weep tonight
put me to sleep
and i will never wake up
(chorus ulit)
so there. :p
kada : ehjiboi
Thursday, May 25, 2006
ASA
by gab caraon
pumikit.
umasang sa pagdilat ay mawala siya.
matulog.
at umasang sa pag-gising ay mawala ang panaginip.
umiyak.
umasang sa pagtulo ng luha'y sumabay na mawala ang nararamdaman.
punasan mo na yan.
sino bang niloko mo?
tanga tayong lahat sa pag-ibig...
kada : ehjiboi
[!] PARA NAMAN MAY BAGONG POST KAHIT PAPAANO
I found this article at the net while I was looking for the definition of the word, Philophilia. Apparently, there is no such word, the word I should be looking for is Philophil, meaning love for love's sake. The word cannot be found in the English dictionary yet, but the word is included in a Lexicon of Neologisms in Emory University. Anyway back to the article…
Philophilia Among the Not-Yet Set
"Love is...,” said the Sexpert, crouched in a corner of the booth in a fractional lotus. It tended to hide her surpluses, which was well, but it couldn't hide her garb; her skin wasn't right for black 'tards and turtleneck, so she counter-weighed with hefty black glasses. "Love is..."
Proudly Suffering mused lovingly, "Love is pain... Exquisite pain..." He brushed at his thinning black hair and made beagle eyes at the blonde woman across the table. He pulled the lapels of his velveteen jacket into place. He groomed his thin moustache. Do I read minds?; as I
watched him in the mirror, I knew his thoughts: 'worth a shot', or maybe 'because it's there'.
"Eavesdropper," the bartender said to me. It wasn't a question, and he proved it with a knowing grin. "Give me a warm-up," I said, tapping the half-full beer glass in front of me. "Charge full price to make it worth your while. It'll make it look like I have a reason for staying here." The blonde woman gushed, "Love is =everything!" One would say she was elegantly endowed, quite well favored by nature, if it were possible to judge by measuring only those organs from the eyebrows down. As it was, well... More Proudly Suffering's type than mine. "Love is =all there is!" "Well, what about sex?!," the Sexpert countered belligerently. "Without sex there is no expression for Love. Without sex Love can't exist!" "Yeah," said Suffering, "and what about walks along the beach and listening to music and great books?" "And cuddling," said the Sexpert. "And even the grinding process of mutual self-sacrifice." Suffering said: "Nonsmoker preferred. Matrimonially inclined. No fetishists." "Hey...," said Elegantly Endowed. "I think I read that in the Voice." "Yeah," sighed Suffering. "That was my ad... Didn't pull." Another sigh. Sexpert: "You didn't say anything about cuddling. Or merging into a oneness." "You didn't even say anything about Love!," Endowed chided. Sigh. "I'll never get it right..." "Aww...," soothed the blonde. "Love always finds a way..." Suffering whimpered, "...not for me." "Aww... Haven't you found Love yet?" She stroked gently at his temples. He looked at her with mercenary eyes. "Uh... Not yet."
"Poor baby... Love is all there is..."
"Sex is better any day," mused the Sexpert. "The final statement of the dialectic! Being and not-being. Sacrificing and being sacrificed-to! Power, pain, pity. What could be more wonderful?" "...frankly," Endowed muttered, "a lot of things..." "I'm whole when I'm with someone," Sexpert rhapsodized. "I'm whole because I can lose myself in that other person." ...something doesn't add up," said Endowed. "If so it's because you're still tied down to lackey monogamy. 'Off Limits!'," the Sexpert scoffed. "'Private Property!', 'No Trespassing!'. You have yet to learn that the oneness of not-being can only be secured by giving freely, indiscriminately." "To anyone?" The blonde made a face. Her eyes shot to Proudly Suffering, but she hastily pulled them away.
"To anyone!"
"Even if they don't bathe?"
"Anyone. Any expression of ego blocks access to oneness."
"Yuck."
"Do you see?" The Sexpert smiled smugly. "You're unwilling to quest after true happiness."
"Uh... Have you found Love?"
"Love is an anachronism! I have thrown off the bourgeois chains of Love!"
"Translated," Suffering chuckled, "that means: Not yet." The Sexpert glowered at him.
The blonde threw back her trusses. "Well, I say that Love is all there is. Why, if not for Love, what else is there to live for?" "Sex," cooed the Sexpert. "Pain," the Sufferer moaned. "The exquisite hurt of inevitable parting." "No!," Endowed protested. "You know what I mean!"
Sigh. "...and the pain of the quest..." "Yeah!," said Elegantly Endowed. "...and all the intricate wretchedness in between..." "No! Love is all there is! 'You're nobody 'til somebody Loves
you'! Being Loved is the most important thing there is!" "I Love you, Love," Suffering whined. "Please Love me..." "That's the right attitude to take! Why, if we all Love enough, who knows what we can do? Love is all there is to anything!" "Umm," said Sexpert with a larcenous glint in her eyes. "Have you found Love?" "...well..." The blonde bit her lip. "...not yet, exactly... But I'll
keep trying!" The bartender reared back his head and pointed with his nose, a gesture of contempt. "Haven't you had enough of that yet?" I grinned, resisting temptation. I picked up my bills, leaving the coins. "As a matter of fact... I have." As I walked out into the reddening Skies Elegantly Endowed said, "Even if there were something else, it Wouldn’t be as good as Love. That's why I'm waiting. When I find Love, then I can worry about my life."
Copyright 1985, 1986 by Gregory S. Swann. All Rights Reserved.
Direct inquiries to CIS I.D. 75115,1341.
COMMENTS?
It could be violent, complimenting, nostalgic, ... anything!
Place your comment here para post natin lahat ito. hehehe!
kada : the somnambulist
Thursday, May 04, 2006
days of exciting boredom have turned me into a musician wannabe.
i have been doing nothing but eat my lola's halo-halo (which is STILL sweetened bananas desguising themselves as halo-halo with skillful use of sago and gulaman), watch TV till my head hurts, strum dumbly at my guitar, eat some more halo-halo, eat something else, watch over my little cousins, and sleep.
the weekends are a little better. for two consecutive saturdays i've attended two different (obviously) debuts. and from the debuts that i have attended, i have come up with a theory. the two vital neccessities for a successful debut are Lengua (cow's tongue, i guess) and bubbles.
so there, back to me strumming dumbly at the guitar. yes, i have been strumming alright. and i think i have again imagined that i am a songwriter and have composed another song.
nobody is allowed to laugh out loud. :p
Sing Goodnight
lyrics by: ehji
music by: ehji (still, hehe)
i remember the night, it was bright
full of stars
and their light, they shimmer
in my face
and my gaze, was in haze
i've been crying
and my hands, they were drenched
by my tears
caused by your smile of goodbye
and that night, i was shattered
by a whisper
so soft that it hurts
and my veins, they contain
your lullaby
chorus:
fell me to sleep with your song
wrap your arms around me
like you did before
tell me you love me one last time
then you can sing me your goodbye..
sing goodnight..
i am to blame
for your sorrow, by your pain
i've made a mistake
and i listen to your
lullaby
(repeat chorus)
bridge (or whatever this is called):
put me to sleep
let my heart weep tonight
put me to sleep
and i will never wake up
(chorus ulit)
so there. :p
kada : ehjiboi