In pursuit of a Muse

It’s three days before Christmas and I haven’t heard yet if my boss has
already approved of my vacation leave. See, I got plans. Yes, same
things I do during ordinary days: eat, sleep, tv, be drunk and
hopefully get laid. So you’re thinking "What the hell is so special
about taking a vacation leave from work this season?" Aside from doing
it for a week straight I got buffers to back up those wicked habits. I
imagine lying on the sofa, half-sleep half-awake, a slight hang over
inkling while Conan O’Brien babble replays cranks to catch my
attention. That’s a good vacation. C’mon judge me. Boring? Perhaps. But
I easily get satisfied with simple things in life, as long as I’m with
people I truly dear. Could Christmas pass without a wishlist? Here are
mine…
Mon’s holiday (delusional)wishlist
10. A Nora Aunor shirt (signed is optional)
9. A chance to throw Howard Stern over the San Juanico Bridge
8. A beat role in one of Roi Vinzons movie
7. Have a  [read more]

Destination:Glorietta

We dropped by a couple of days ago to (possibly) purchase Havaianas flip-flops. But due to the small space of their boutique, one needs to fall in line in order to get in and choose what they want. The cheapest I heard is 700php, while other designs may reach 1200php and above. I was headed home and crossed paths with a kid selling newspapers at busses and saw his Bantex with holes at its soles.

Equation: 1 Havaianas=14 Bantex

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Destination: 168 Shopping Mall

Purchased gift items and haggled with its Chinese owners. Decent yet cheap, and I consider it a steal. Everything in one roof. From fake Centrums, iPod with a weird apple logo, soccer jerseys, plastic faucets, large snout Lacoste, and an interpreter in case the Chinese owner never understand a thing you say. The huge crowd made our bodies feel like we just came from a wrestling match.

"Wait  are those dvd movies? Awesome! 50 bucks? More awesome!"
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Destination: Metrowalk Ortigas

It was a concert event thrown by Winston Cigarrette on a Friday night. All these yuppies surround the area. Beer was overflowing at the scene. Beautiful women were part of the crowd. Carlsberg promodizers left me in awe just staring at them. The scene was right. Everybody seems to have a blast that night, except for one person. Guess who?

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Destination: Dad’s Restaurant

We stuf fed our bellies with their wide selection of dishes and delicacies. But what caught our taste buds, which eveyone agree on was the sashimi of Saisaki. Dip it in wasabe, and you might just lose yourself for a few moments. Their house band, who sings from table to table, belted out a samba in radio-like quality. Very impressive.
"Could you change my snowman stuffed toy to a dog?"
"It’s not a dog it’s a reindeer. See, it got antlers."
"Those aren’t antlers they are ears bitten by another pitbull."

On his way home, Optimististic can’t stand not to smile and be proud of himself. After all, her daughter, Nightlife, was about to finish college. It was all planned out from the very beginning…

Optimistic and Hesitation, her wife, strived during their early years just to have a stable day-to-day life. When Hesitation gave birth to Nightlife, Optimistic proclaimed that her daughter would be the next barrio doctor. Everyone who knew Optimistic was so excited, for the words coming from his mouth, was hard as oak. Hesitation always warned Optimistic to watch his words carefully and not to loudmouth his plans. But Optimistic was so proud of Nightlife that for every achievement Nightlife acquires, he brags about it during his drinking binges with the townsfolk.

Nightlife was unlike the other kids. She was below average. Although her comprehension was low, she was beautiful and soft spoken. Her hair was gold as cornhair while her eyes were blue as the ocean during the summer afternoons. The respect that people has for Optimistic, was carried on to her. Thus being favorable to her peers and teachers. When she came to age, flocks of men awaited at her doorstep, hoping to swoon her by giving expensive gifts, letters, jewelry, and fine arts. But she already had an eye on someone–Goodtime.

Not long enough Nightlife and Goodtime spent most of their time together. Goodtime relying on allowances provided by Luckily, her mother, used his money on wine, and a few misadventures with women. This he was proud to tell his friends. Nightlife knew those stories were true, but Goodtime promised her that he would change his ways. She believed.

A few months later, after countless unprotected sex and sleepless nights under the same roof, Nightlife got  [read more]

Bittersweet arpeggios from Niccollo Paganini’s violin:
We danced naked on the damp bare grass.
Feet sensitive from its coldness.
Waltzing amidst the fast moving earth.
Haunting Prelude by Bach in D minor:
Sitting at the confession box I rocked my body
back and forth. Hands tied back.
Eyes covered sensitivity doubles.
Prancing to Vivaldi’s Summer:
Descending from the heaven’s
A chariot of fire incised the clouds.
Driven by a golden haired woman
Left aghast from her laughter.
Capricho Arabe on Tarrega’s guitar string:
Warm breeze after a Sunday mass.
The baby rests its head at the woman’s bosom.
Woman serenely closes her eyes smelling a rose.

As my queen renounced her throne.
Diamond tears filled sleep.
She said she had enough,
took enough hurt from me.
She held fire but she felt pain.
This kingdom would never be the same.
Save me from my falling reign.
For our royal vows would still be same.
Shower me with your scent.
Be still my breath until my death.
Burn this hate filled castle!
Bury the scepter in this heart!
Stone me to death, black and blue!
Smitten. Naked. Blessed.