Mil-Anne.1®
Ingredients: Small bones, Skin, Hair contains Melanin and Mahogany Dark Brown (for flavoring), Other human body parts (100% female), Has a sweet tooth, Pepperoni pizza and pasta cravings, Average IQ, 50% objective, 50% subjective, 50% pessimistic, quixotic, Catholic faith, obsessive-compulsive-semi-impulsive, deep-thinker, mostly composed of - angst, joy in simple things, patience mass, a little bit of forgetfulness and understanding, 20% immature and 80% mature, fear of lightning and stray dogs. Can be sarcastic and tactless, had light mood swings, low profile, hard-headed and stubborn and all organic.
(Was) Manufactured in Manila, Philippines by Mil-Anne® Corporation. Cannot be imported or distributed.
Nutrition Facts:
Nutrient Amount per Grams
Humor 100
Fat 1
Sugar 100 (100% sweet)
Dependability 90
Alcohol* 50
*Vodka, beer
Emotional 65
Enthusiasm 50/50 (by choice)
Emulsifiers 0
Natural fibers 100
Vitamin C 40 (of sour-graping)
Vitamin A 150/150 (vision)
Metal 40%
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Saturday, July 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Trial and Error II
Last night was a blast,
that is why i had to break it fast
because i know in my little world, it won't last
and last night then, became the past.
Everyone seems to be down
so they ordered and they frowned
twisted the sub zeroed cap around
freedom for the bottled up clown.
It had to be taken out
I had to fake a smile for a pout
because it's something to think of, about
so i hate to, hate to--shut my mouth.
Got under my skin,
soon the face plastered a funny grin,
was it a funny smirk telling, almost everything
- and everyone what you wished could have been?
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Trial And Error
You start with something trivial until its meaning evolves.
Then you try to start over again, trying to define the meaning.
Trying to be deep yet you ended up being senseless.
You lose your grip, you lose your touch.
Until you thought you lose the drive.
If it was a gift,
You wonder how easily it was taken away.
No one took it.
That is why, it's at loss.
I don't think I just say
And like sob slicing thru my heart,
It grows heavier
It digs deeper
But there was none
I wonder..
So you began to say
And yet you stopped
Such a fray, hey, such a fray
You knew how to play
this game.
You chose to lose,
The grip, the touch, the thought...
Senseless but all rushing thru,
Gushing out of the sobbed-sliced heart
Teary,
Something has started.
Then you suddenly stopped.
Then you try to start over again, trying to define the meaning.
Trying to be deep yet you ended up being senseless.
You lose your grip, you lose your touch.
Until you thought you lose the drive.
If it was a gift,
You wonder how easily it was taken away.
No one took it.
That is why, it's at loss.
I don't think I just say
And like sob slicing thru my heart,
It grows heavier
It digs deeper
But there was none
I wonder..
So you began to say
And yet you stopped
Such a fray, hey, such a fray
You knew how to play
this game.
You chose to lose,
The grip, the touch, the thought...
Senseless but all rushing thru,
Gushing out of the sobbed-sliced heart
Teary,
Something has started.
Then you suddenly stopped.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Fidite Nominem
What I used to get for free, now, I have to pay for. Well, such is life.
Decades ago, I would always get a back rub from my Nanay. If I was hyperactive during the day, I would often get a back massage sometimes with 'baby oil' and sometimes with the ever so famous, lola-reminiscent green/menthol oil. But now, Nanay is the one who needs the massaging and foot rubbing. And when I need to eliminate the stress, toxins or whatever within, it would be heartless of me to ask her to rub my back even for a few seconds. Because, tables have been turned now.
So we need to spend a little or a lot for the things that were free or cheap before.
And sometimes, we need to work hard for the things we used to give freely. Such is life. Just like me, who is so trusting. I may falter at times with my own pact, such is life. Such is fate. But I guess, it's time to trust no one. Or trust only those who think.
Presently, we pay the price for the things we used to know are no big of a deal. The thing is, some people need to grow up and move on from their past.
Their fists are so clenched because of anticipation. Waiting for something micro, that they tend to fore go with their own business.
Because, no matter how ugly the present is, it could be because of the past or the desperate wanting of a bright future, things have their own way of fixing what was broken by these losers.
I am not the one who shuts up--before. Every time I open my mind and speak my mouth...hold on, I have to think first before I go with that thought. Losers are not for free. And no one's buying their crap.
** This weekend, I just had one of the best massages ever. It was great even if my face was covered with a white ghost-inspired mask. This thought dawned upon me while I was being pampered. Everything has its own price.
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