Archive for September, 2010

me is irked

Posted in Uncategorized on September 27, 2010 by armedlittleboy

(me in a cheapy salon to get a haircut)

stylist 1: Sir ang bango naman ng perfume mo

stylist 2: Oo nga, ano yan sir aficionado o prescripto?

me: uhm clinique happy ito

stylist 1 and 2: aaahhhhh

me thinking: mukha ba akong aficionado user? hmp

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my mom is childish

Posted in mom, Uncategorized on September 26, 2010 by armedlittleboy

(me coming home from dumaguete)

mom: andito ka na pala. wala kang pasalubong?

me: ayan oh nasa lamesa na

(mom goes to the table)

mom: ang dami naman nito

me: eh di bigyan mo sila (referring to my titas). isa kay ate (A), eto kay ate (B)….

mom: isa na lang matitira sa akin na piaya? (in a sad tone of voice)

me: eh di sige barquillos ibigay mo kay ate (F), bawal naman dun ang matamis

mom: gusto ko ng barquillos eeehhh (in a whining tone)

me: eh di piaya na lang. tikman mo mo muna kung gusto mo nung piaya, kung ayaw mo yun na lang pamigay mo

mom: sige tikman ko mamaya

(after 5 seconds)

mom: titikman ko na nga

me: (rolls eyes)

mula kay ms hips

Posted in Uncategorized on September 19, 2010 by armedlittleboy

MARIANG MAKILING

ni Jose F. Lacaba

Nasa gubat muli ang ating diwata.

Managhoy man tayo’y hindi siya lalabas.

Ang ibig niya’y isang taksil na binata.

Pagsapit ng dilim ang mga bintana

ay dapat isara; dapat nang mag-ingat:

nasa gubat muli ang ating diwata.

Walang masabi ang mga manghuhula,

kahit sino’y walang magawa, sapagkat

ang ibig niya’y isang taksil na binata.

Matapos ang unos, sino ang gagala

upang aluin ang mga sawimpalad?

Nasa gubat muli ang ating diwata

at ngayon ay hindi na nababahala

kung ang mangangaso’y maligaw ng landas.

Ang ibig niya’y isang taksil na binata.

Laganap sa buong bayan ang balitang

tulala siyang lagi’t tuhod ang kayakap.

Nasa gubat muli ang ating diwata

pagkat ang ibig ay taksil na binata.

my niece is a bitch

Posted in Uncategorized on September 12, 2010 by armedlittleboy

(sitting with my niece and her yaya while watching tv)

yaya (pointing to my niece’s hair): ay may langgam ka sa buhok

niece (looks at yaya with a scowl): sinasabi mo pa, alisin mo na lang

me: uhm

dance me to the end of love

Posted in Uncategorized on September 11, 2010 by armedlittleboy

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

ang gusto ko lamang sa buhay

Posted in Uncategorized on September 6, 2010 by armedlittleboy

yakapin mo ako

ng mahigpit na mahigpit

hanggang mayupi ang mukha ko.

yakapin mo ako

ng mahigpit na mahigpit

hanggang maisaulo ko ang tibok ng iyong puso.

yakapin mo ako

ng mahigpit na mahigpit

hanggang matulog ang dugo sa aking mga braso.

yakapin mo ako

ng mahigpit na mahigpit

hanggang di na ko makahinga at maging blue na ang kutis ko.

yakapin mo ako

yakapin mo ako

sapagkat ang gusto ko lamang sa buhay

ay yakapin mo ako.

me: ground zero of the quarter-life crisis

Posted in Uncategorized on September 5, 2010 by armedlittleboy

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn’t know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren’t so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while wining the race would be great, right now you’d just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

-unknown