The Attack of Sweet Cravings

When you are hungry and there is no available food in the ref but raw food, the hired help is out and you just want dessert after a hearty meal, Teletubbies is on and you want something to eat while watching those somewhat disgustingly cute colorful creatures with these strange shapes and figures on top of their head (which will make you think if one of those is a phallic symbol of some sort); so you can throw up something after the show (not just gastric juices but bits of semi-digested food), or you just want to surprise your mom by letting her taste the nastiest food she’ll ever consume; and she’ll say to you that it’s the tastiest (but not necessarily delicious) food she ever ate – probably because you’re her child and she doesn’t want to dampen your spirits about your dream on becoming the best cook in the world. Try this:
Choc-nut Cake.
You will need 3 egg yolks and 1 whole egg, a 300ml can of condensed milk (preferably Carnation or Milkmaid, not Alaska because it has this weird taste), and, of course, Choc-nut – about 5 bars or 10 if you’re really in the mood to make yourself sick.
To create this sweet concoction you have to beat the egg yolks with the whole egg (don’t forget to break the egg, the shell has no special flavor, trust me) then mix in the condensed milk. Before blending in the Choc-nut in the mixture, crush them, in a separate platter, with a fork or your hand if you want your essence to be included in the cake (this is most favored by lovers). Put it in a microwave safe container and put it on the microwave oven in the maximum setting for 3 minutes or until you see it puff out of the container like a cake (maybe like a brownie or a brown puffed pillow). Top with confectioner’s sugar. Eat it while it’s warm because if you don’t it’ll look like pancakes when it’s cold.
Post text: Recipe intended just for the consumption of children (5-10 years old) or kid-at-heart folks (like me!).

When i'm with you...

I need not wear a mask,
I can clown around when i want to;
I need not be an adult,
I can be a kid and play;
I need not say much,
A simple touch and kiss
send what I feel for you;
I need not hide,
you bring out my inner being;
I need not be afraid,
because you will always be beside me.

Hurt

Lips are numb.
Heart beating slowly,
every thump a short of breath.
Stomach grumbling,
Close to vomiting.

Telephone Talking

Midnight,
I checked the luminescent hands of my wristwatch.
It was the only visible object in my room.
I lied on my bed, waiting.

Ten minutes passed.
My cellular phone; idle for the longest time.
I tried to reach you; a few rings,
More waiting.

I tried sleeping
So tomorrow I can say that I fell asleep, waiting.
Fixed my bed and arranged my pillows in their usual places on my bed.

I thought of you – the reason behind your disregard of me.
Then I fell into this pit.
But I was too tired to feel anything;
So I uttered no sound,
Not even a yell;
Even though it was a long fall.

The air was damp
And it was dark.
I lied there for a while trying not to move,
Just breathing.

One o’clock,
I saw the shining hands of my wrist watch
From the peripherals of my sight.
I stood up and switched the light on.
I was back in my room.

I got hold of the phone and dialed the number
I knew for months now.
You answered with a cold tone
That sent me shivering inside.
I said goodbye because you couldn’t talk.

At last my used to be idle phone sprang to life;
The sound of millions of crickets stuck inside my head.
I read the message you sent me.
I understood.

I sent myself back to bed
To wait once more.
Two hours after midnight.

All Dogs Go to Heaven

“Ma… Snoop dog’s dead!” I heard my sister tell my mom while I was sculpting a starfish from a bar of soap. I hurriedly ran to the garage to check out our dog. I saw it strangled with its own leash, tongue out and with the stiffness of death crawling on its body. Scenes of its “puppyhood” flashed inside my head -- days when Snoop would freely run around the house, until it grew bigger and my mom had to let him stay outside of the house in the garage. I was actually surprised to see him tied in a leash because the past few days he freely greeted me every time I arrived home. My mom told me that she had to tie it up after its bath.
I carried the dead dog’s body to our backyard. I couldn’t bare the look on its face -- the look of death. I stared at it for a while before I began digging its grave. The soil was so dry. I had to put water to soften it. It took me an hour and gallons of sweat to dig up a hole in the ground deep enough for the dog's dead body. While I was digging I imagined going home without a high-tone bark welcoming me.

Vanity Attack

Look at me
Take away my fears
Share your life
See me smile

An Attempt on Art

Digital Abstract #9

Multiple Personality

To lose one’s mind
Crazy
Send in the clowns
Make them laugh
Have them cry
Schizophrenia

To lose someone
Misery
Hear your voice again
Sweet tender words
Utter piercing sentiments
Depression

To be alone
Terror
Slumping in a corner
Staring blankly to nothingness
A void inside
Paranoia

My real age

You Are 12 Years Old

12 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Infinity

Then the world stopped turning
Time stood still
Send me your smile
Give me your cheers
Bring me to life
Pull heaven to earth
Put it right between us

Nocturne

The moon shone brightly last night
As two souls counted stars
They never knew when they would finish
But they counted away
Not minding the make shifts of
The darkness beyond

Hair Play

All smiles! No hair!


Grease person! AKA Taong grasa!

When the world seems meaningless

Insomia.
Lots of things in mind.
Feels like this big load on my back is getting heavier.
Can't breathe.
Dying.
Can't move.
Undecided.
I hope when i sleep
This baggage will be emptied.

Serenity

I thought the sky was clear
but then black clouds began to build up.
When will i see the sun again?
The light I've been getting strength from.

I heard a voice inside of me.
A little voice.
Insignificant to some.
"Soon you will. Just stay with me."

I smiled.
He's still there.
The kid in me.

Making people's life Miserable Day After day (MMDA)

For a moment I thought I was going to jail when this guy in an aqua blue uniform approached me. I've always crossed to the island after going down a jeepney. It's a very human and practical reaction after a tiring day in school or for some at work -- not go back but straight to your destination, the other side of the road. It was just 2 meters away from the pedestrian lane. Alas! It was our day to get caught. I annoyingly walked towards the middle of edsa hi-way where the van of MMDA was. There was a flock of people circling around a MMDA officer. Like me they were in a rush and most of them are very much annoyed with what happened. True it was our fault to not have walked back and walked a few meters to the white lines that they so-called a pedestrian lane. "It's the jeepney's fault, if not for their improper unloading we wouldn't have crossed without going to the pedestrian crossing," an irritated lady said. The lady officer told her that it's was our fault to not have walked to the pedestrian lane. Whose fault was it? My stand remains unchanged. If not for the improper unloading because of the "U-turn scheme" the MMDA imposed the pedestrians won't be jay walking. A simple solution may be to strictly impose the unloading zones or to remove the "U-turn scheme" so the now useless traffic lights can be used again. Good thing the MMDA just issued a warning. When I got my id back I skidded off hurriedly to the MRT station.

Narcissism

Pictures I took with my classmate's camera phone

Allen in the UPCFA Workshop

Mushy Mornings

The sun rose
I wept,
For you were not beside me.
It was just a dream.
I got up,
Saw my face in the mirror.
Miserable.
I went to bed once more
To dream of you.
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Blinded by the sun,
I awoke from a deep slumber;
A dreamless sleep it was.
I opened my eyes with anticipation,
My body freezing from last night's coldness.
I stood up,
Smiled,
And looked down.
A tear drop fell.
It's just monday...
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Send me cheers.
Bring me joy.
Look through me.
Say what's true.
Tell me about you.
Count stars with me.
Sing ballads.
Compose a poem
Filled with
The likeness of you.

A sleepless kid

Cold.
My bed empty.
In a while I will be under the covers
wishing you'll be there.
But I know it'll just be a dream.
Though if I do dream I hope you're in it.
With the sky serving as a niche for our thoughts.
Stars give us light for the night.
A mist of cold air serves as our blanket.
The sea our bed.
Our breaths the air that sustains our lives.
I hope this won't be one of those nights.
A dreamless sleep.
I want to dream of you.
Be with you.
Stay with you.

Suffocation

My heart is beating awfully fast.
Uncomfortable.
Don't know what to think of.
Tell me more...
I need to know the reasons why.

I am short of breath.
My chest, a fast deflating balloon.
Confused.
I am trying to assess what happened the past few days.
Where did I go wrong?
What do I lack?

I'll try to make sense out of this.
I'm close to crying.
You'd laugh at me when I do.
I want to lie down.
Sleep for a while.
Forget.
Dream.

Naive.
Yes I might be.
But a chance I want you to give me.
Not to prove myself.
But to be myself.

The Human Orchestra

Composed of two individuals. One man of medium built around five feet and ten inches tall and 150lbs, and a woman of enormous proportions. They are both in bed complete with a bean bag for a pillow and a blanket, the man snoring and the woman breathing heavily. Occassionally the man mouths sentences or even say it audibly and the woman answers with a snore in harmony with the man. Both are conducted by their dreams.