kali with the k

schooling: saint mary's college QC. claret school of quezon city. UST. edukasyon: ang mundong ibabaw

sa meron. sa wala. sa Kanya.

pagmemeron. brainstorming. eavesdropping. talking. philosophy. photography. poetry. a purpose driven life. politics. showbiz. knock-knocks and whose there's. twists. shouts. hugs. cuddles. being and becoming. ang buhay. at ang abut-tanaw. go nuts donuts. ice monster. green leafy vegetables. skyflakes. shakes. spanish style sardines. strawberry. pastries. oats. dimsums. dumplings. mustard. wasabi. sushi. tempura. skittles. chocolats. butterfingers. preppie jackets. 70's fashion or anything that is retro. chuck taylors. laughs. as in laughing hard. and the sarcastic laugh. and wait, that crazy thing called: love. haha. but really now, what interests me? DPN -- Doing Precisely Nothing.

the prince. dialogues. the republic. summa theologica. the city of God. the social contract. twisted. les miserables. conversations with God. opinions of de quiros. conspiracies and controversies. from stardom to history: joseph ejercito estrada. the little prince. by the rivera piedra i sat down and wept. balzac. pambungad sa metapisika. ang saligang batas ng Pilipinas. handout sa logic. handout sa philosophy of the human person. the 100.

my sassy girl. waterboys (ung japanese flick). amelie. finding nemo. being john malcovich. confessions of a dangerous mind. the talented mr. ripley. catch me if you can. dead poet's society. shattered glass. something's gotta give. love actually. eyes wide shut. madagascar. coach carter. magnifico. got to believe.

Maroon 5. Matchbox 20. Moomba Music. Dave Matthews Band. Area One Band. Dashboard Confessional. Plenary. Wayne Wonder. Ray Charles. Joni Mitchell. Michael Buble. John Mayer. Norah Jones. the songwriter that is, Rico Blanco. Sinatra. Hale. MYMP. Sponge Cola. Beatles. Alternative. Acoustic. Old School. I Am Sam, Something's Gotta Give, 50 First Dates Soundtracks. Wave 89.1

monk. american idol. gilmore girls. queer eye for the straight guy. the simple life. anc. ngc. bbc. cnn. etc. star world. debates. documentaries. misadventures of mav and ariel. private conversations. kontrobersyal. straight talk. strictly politics.

Scorpio

i dream of i
skyrocketing into that space of
vast violet night sky.
or as you would
aptly more like it, maybe in
a garden of grandiose green.
in perhaps
another world
just...
just to be with you.

mefinds myself then
plummeting back
to reality. to existence.
in dapitan.

crippled in pain, weakened by the
stiffness and soreness
of every stressed cartilage,
of each blocked artery,
leading you to my strained heart. estranged.

lamely limping now
lest, barely breathing,
i begin to gather the minutest particle
of such substances left in me, as:
courage. will. intrepidity. loft. spirit.

hoping that maybe. maybe a single, simple
act of magnanimity is all i need. yeah, really.
that is all i need.

well, maybe not.
still -- that is what i intend to do.

along your jagged little street
i'll find my way through.

yes, along that jagged little street of yours,
which resemble the name of
an actor, that action figure, Banderas?

this poem is
especially written for you.
a poem i thought that would never be
yet it has become.

for before, i tried to suppress every emotion,
i tried to conceal the ardor and zeal:
the intensity of my feelings towards you.
its depth. its divinity.

a heterogeneous mix of emotion
is consuming me. afraid that
delight would turn into delirium.

you
continuously continuously continuously
run through me, even in my
unawaken state.

this was supposed to be
attraction, why do
i feel the pain?

this is not attraction then.

perhaps..

it is more than that.
beyond.
above the mark.
even so.
even so.

and yet,
we havent really met.

i really wanted to write your name here.
bold italicized underlined.
but i cant even spell your name (is that with two r's or two n's?)

pretty soon i will know. pretty soon.
as this longing grows
this wanting to be
next to you fonder,

i stop. and
picture a dreamland...

paradise. population: two

*under construction*

on this sweet sunday mourning i've realized.. im not done and over with love. but im done and over with the constructs associated with it. as i live, i'll continue to love. as for now, more than anyone else.. it would be my Self that would be given value to.

after all,
to be human is to search for one's true Self
and to yearn for authentic relation with others.

linggo. pebrero25. 6:16 ng gabi.
I echoing my Self.
good grief/