I used to have other photos taken from Google to illustrate and highlight my blog contents. I was so certain that I wasn’t violating any rules. Everything in Google is for public use, right? Continue reading “Thanking Miss Loren”
1, 2, 3… and counting
Drop it like it’s hot!
Will you or will you not? Continue reading Boy, You Are So…
“Completely exhausted by entire day of date – preparation. Being a woman is worse than being a farmer – there is so much harvesting and crop spraying to be done, legs to be waxed, underarms shaved, eyebrows plucked, feet pumiced, skin exfoliated and moisturized, spots cleansed, roots dyed, eyelashes tinted, nails filed, cellulite massaged, stomach muscles exercised. The whole performance is so highly tuned you only need to neglect it for a few days for the whole thing to go to seed. Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if left to revert to nature – with a full beard and handlebar moustache on each skin, Dennis Healey eyebrows, face a graveyard of dead skin cells, spots erupting, long curly fingernails like Struwelpeter, blind as bat and stupid runt of species as no contact lenses, flabby body flobbering around. Ugh, ugh. Is it any wonder girls have no confidence? Continue reading “Minding Bridget Jones”
you are to me
A strange weave of curiosity
will you remain to be
A clandestine affair to me? Continue reading A Clandestine Affair
I fixed him coffee – hot and aromatic – just the way he likes it. I seriously hope that he will like it because last time, I screwed up on the coffee – creamer ratio. If such happens, he doesn’t drink the whole cup; sometimes, he just doesn’t drink it at all even after inhaling a lungful of that soothing caffeinated aroma that he is … Continue reading Bad Coffee
Lazy, irresponsible, insensitive, snob, diva…
Few words they throw to define her.
Of all people, she hears it from her family – her so-called family.
Sometimes she would think that she doesn’t belong to that family.
They’re “too good” to get along with the likes of her.
She wonders why they are of her own kind and of her own blood.
It is easy to disown her, it seems. Continue reading “Black Sheep”
You’re with me;
I’m with you.
We go to the same places,
mingling with the same faces.
Your head’s held high,
Like a queen almighty.
So sure of herself,
Taking me so lightly… Continue reading “Miss Nostrils”
I open my eyes and there is still blackness. The air is chilly. I am certain the sun has not yet risen. My siblings are still fast asleep. My mother, still in deep slumber. Time to get up before I am tempted to lie down again. Continue reading “A Barrio Tale”
Don’t get me wrong, please. I’m not a “pedo” or some sick pervert with crafty notions of… Ah, what am I saying? Of course you already have notions in your head; first impressions and what not. My fault, really, for choosing this sucky introduction and not thinking further to improve such or to change it.