Can You Hear It?
POSTED AT 03:24 PM

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Dear you,

I'm going out. Make it, I'm going out for a week. I would sorely miss opening you up, accessing your innards and jotting down my meandering thoughts on your fragile frame. But you have to agree, we shouldn't be spending WAY to much time together. You don't want me to get tired of your face, and you likewise, now do you? Believe me. We need this.

Don't worry, I've already packed my bags. Yes, I've brought the rediculously high SPF 70 sunblock (not thats its gonna do me any good, I'll be black as Michael Jackson when I get back. I kid. I kid.), of course I won't forget the highway robbery that is my pair of Havaianas (who was the genius again who made me get this? Its killing my footsies), I've also brought enough apparel for every concievable situation. So many, in fact it would make Mr. Smith cry. Don't forget that we're going all maverick for this, I And bottled water! That would top the list of most non-expendables. Provincial waters has this odd, tangy-like taste. Brr. Am I forgetting anything?

Oh yeah. I've got a whole pack of that. And something else for good measure.

So, I'm off. I'll be back soon, love. Or maybe not.

My soul is yours,
Derek

p.s. no I'm not bringing you puka shells or sand in a bottle.
I'll bring you something more special.


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This site will be despirited for a week. The ringmaster is taking time away from the circus that is Metro Manila. Feel free to browse around. My animals are tame enough not to eat you up. I'll be back...probably when the tide washes me away from the island. Have a good weekend people!

Shake It For Me
POSTED AT 03:23 PM

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Last nightI had a very uncharacteristic dream. Uncharacteristic AND weird. I was walking in a garden straight out of the Disney movies. Think painfully pleasant colors and characters. Bambi was there, Dumbo too, and so was Goofy and Pluto (the ugliest cartoon dog in existence) and all the cutesy-fartsy, fawning characters all merrily traipsing about and singing their woodland songs. I was about to draw a revolver out of thin air (you know how dreams go) and shoot myself back to consciousness when I came to a clearing. There in the middle of the woods was a tent straight out of Arabian Nights. And enchanting bedouin music was playing, softly at first, then louder and louder. I stepped into the tent and there I saw (as far as I can remember) the most beautiful belly dancer in existence (or non-existence, whichever way you look at it). She was gyrating her pelvis in the most seductive way and I was staring at her like a lovestruck fool for a very long while.

It was eeriely almost similar to this:


Take note, before now, I haven't even seen these pictures. The reason why I posted them was that, when I came back to reality, I decided to watch T.V. and probably shake off the weirdness. I was watching MYX and guess who I saw? I came across the music video of Shakira (its that uber hot Latina with the signature pelvic thrusts pictured above)

Coincidence?

She sang this song, btw:

So I find a reason to shave my legs
Each single morning
So I count on someone on
Friday nights to take me dancing
And then to church on Sundays
To plant more dreams
And someday think of kids
Or maybe just to save a little money

You're the one I need
The way back home is always long
But if you're close to me I'm holding on
You're the one I need
My real life has just begun
Cause there's nothing like your smile made of sun

In the world full of strangers
You're the one I know

So I learned to cook
and finally lose my kitchen phobia
So I've got the arms to cuddle in
When there's a ghost or a muse
That brings insomnia
To buy more thongs
And write more happy songs
It always takes a little help from someone

You're the one I need
With you my real life has just begun
Nothing like your smile made of sun

I like the song. Actually, I like the honesty in the words. The next day, Mr. W called to wake me up. There was this stupid smile on my face. The refrain was playing in my head.

However, I'm still torn at what the dream actually wants to say. Can it be that I'm picking up T.V. transmissions and able to play it back in my head, just mix it up with all the kookiness that is in there? Or could it be that I'm having a, *gasp*, heterosexual man's wet dream...

*draws revolver out of thin air and shoots himself.

Beach Bum For A Week
POSTED AT 08:42 AM

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A whole week of hedonism. A whole week of sand and surf. A whole week of pure escape. Beautiful friends, a beautiful someone to snuggle to, getting reservations at the swankiest beach side hotel, and oodles of dough to burn. What more can I ask for? By the time we're through, there'd be nothing left to do on the island, 'xept maybe scoop the ocean dry.

Me. Crazy. Excited.

Idolatry
POSTED AT 07:42 AM

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FINALLY.

Its like a silent confirmation. Eversince I saw him perform on stage, there was this lingering thought at the back of my head that he is one of us.

I'm talking about Anwar Robinson.

Barbra Streisand songs, Chaka Khan, and now ladies and gentlemen: THE SCARF TO END ALL SCARVES!!!!

And because of that, he's my next American Idol. :)

*(Z snaps)* You go, girl!


postscript:

Paula Abdul has GOT to lay off on those upper pills. Its in the eyes, I tell you. She's loaded. And did you see her in the closing shots? She totally lost it. It was funny, though.


post-post script:

Dear Anthony,
What the fark happened? I may be your craziest, dorkiest, biggest fan on the face of this planet but CLIMB EVERY ****n MOUNTAIN? Sure, I'd like to climb YOUR mountain but whats with the first few lines? William Hung sounded better! Did you get any sleep the night before? Nevertheless, I would still remain devoted to thee. You looked so hot tonight. Blue, like the color of your eyes, is so you.

Love lots,
Me

Cooking + Me = Can Be
POSTED AT 07:42 AM

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Sunday was a day most extraordinary. I had just discovered a hidden talent. Ladies and Gentlemen, I can cook. Real. Good.

And before anyone raises their moustache, let me just say that its a big deal for me because I barely venture into that part of our house that is called the "kitchen" let alone whip something up that is in anyway, edible. I can boil water, yes. Probably even shoot in an instant pancit or two. Other than that, zilch. Or so I thought.

I was given a chance to test out new waters last Sunday. It was my doppelganger's birthday celebration, and we planned a house party for the gang. In my eagerness to set up a kind of party like this, I wasn't able to read the fine print. We (meaning Cris and I) would also have to take care of the fodder to feed the multitutes. A daunting task at that, for Cris' place is humongous with a capital BIG and we were not really sure how many would attend. I'm always up for a challenge.

Our day started at 9 am, I picked her up from the office then we headed to her (slightly)humble abode in Q.C. We changed into pambahay because she was going to take me to my first ever palengke-ing at Muñoz. Na-shock ako sa laki ng palengke sa Muñoz (so shocked, napatagalog na ko). It has everything in dozens. Dozens of fish stalls, vegetable stalls, meat stalls, milled rice stalls. Funny thing about the milled rice stalls, it has all these labels for rice. Pardon my naivete but I've always thought rice is just, well, rice. But the vendors begged to differ. They have (in no particular order): Masarap-Malambot, Malambot-Pino, Masarap-Makatas, Masarap-Makatas...and other imaginable permutations. As for the marketplace, there were so many twists and turns, and so many odd things to see that I swear I could have gotten lost in it, without Cris holding my hand. However, I'm proud of one thing though: I'm a Palengke Virgin no more.

We headed back to her house, prepared everything and had a blast in the process. I fell in love with how everything works. You mix the spices and make sure everything blends right, you measure the ingredients, you cut the pieces in beautiful proportions, you stoke the fire until everything comes out to perfection. Its almost like real life, only you literally eat what you sow.

The party turned out really great. Not only did it opened up a whole new avenue for me to go into, it also created a buzz within my circle. Suddenly everybody wants to have me cook for them in the upcoming events. O.A. nila ha.

But then again, I will be perfecting this craft thats for sure. Maybe then, gagawin ko 'tong career. Now, does anybody know about reasonably priced culinary courses?