I Have Game. Do You?

When will loving ever not hurt? Stupid question, I know, because it always will... at one point. Cheesy as it is, heartache can sometimes destroy a part of you, something that you've nurtured and protected - not necessarily your heart - it could be your ego, your pride, a belief, your confidence, worse of all - your spirit . But after the misadventure you'll be surprised at your own resiliency. You appraise your condition, and find out you may be bruised but never broken. Thank God, no permanent damage anywhere. Evidently, I'm better now, smiling and making the hirits I'm known for inside my 'circle.' The first week, friends were eyeing me cautiously, making comments and then seeing if remarks and jokes would irritate me or spin me into a frenzy. Which, of course, did not. And it worried them to no end. One Saturday night in Sake Lab dear friend Luigi, seeing me stone-faced and quiet, hugged me to him, and kissed me on my brow. "Anything you need, Rose, an...

Yes, it's a Saturday night (well, officially it is Sunday) and, I am at home . My brother actually asked me if I wasn't going out... and he asked me this as if I was sick. Hehe. It's one of those Saturday nights which I'd like to spend inside the confines of my room, reading a good book. I had to satiate my need for some quiet time. While looking for a good book find in last year's Powerbooks Warehouse Sale, I chanced upon Eragon, Book One by Christopher Paolini . Oh, I've seen it before on one of my travails to NBS but my heart wasn't really set on purchasing it. I loved the cover though, and the dragon, well, all things mythological and legend hold a special place in my heart. But on those travails, I had other books I wanted to buy and read. So the Shopaholic series and The Life of Pi by Yann Martel had me pre-occupied. So on that sweltering afternoon in the Powerbooks sale, when I stumbled upon Eragon and saw the blue dragon giving me a piercing look, I...

I had a chocolate-anxiety attack earlier. AS IN. I was trembling all over and sort of breaking into a sweat even though my air conditioner was turned on full blast. I was doing some reports for work when I suddenly thought about chocolates. CHOCOLATES. I began to fantasize about those deep-dark-creamy ones with a melt-in-your-mouth sweetness; which when you pop one in your mouth, it just makes you want to lean back in your armchair and close your eyes, and just savor the velvety texture... damn. I immediately stood up from my work and did my wild search. I rummaged through my bags, I checked our family room fridge, I checked our kitchen fridge, I checked the pantry, I checked my brother's fridge, AND NO CHOCOLATE. NO. GUDAM. CHOCOLATE. Dammit. I wanted a chocoloate so bad I wanted to cry. I know I'm not making any sense. At all. Yeah. I'm crazy like that.

So I was tagged by j a and anne . Geez, took me a long time to actually do it. *sigh* TEN men you find sexy: * Harrison Ford * Eric Cruz (oh my gawd...) * Joseph Laping (putcha... garapalan na 'to - haha!) * Phil Abenoja *himatay* (haha! Talagang nilagay yung pangalan niya! Kerry, alam kong tumatawa ka ngayon!) * Will Smith * George Clooney * Eric Bana * Orlando Bloom (i'ma make him wear those elven ears and his blonde wig... damn. ulam na ulam... ang sarap siguro nun. *peste*) * John Hall * and this other guy who shall forever be nameless... NINE people you would invite to a special party: * Jason Mraz * Alicia Keys * Bono * Professor Dumbledore * Fred and George Weasly * Pol Medina Jr. * F. Sionil Jose * Jessica Zafra EIGHT sure fire ways to get your attention (positive and negative): * kids and babies * puppies and kittens * good writing * a meaningful *ahem* smile * good grooves * good music * nice broad shoulders * witty remarks SEVEN pet peeves * liars * boys who prete...

I'm lost in a sea of familiar emotions and pent-up feelings. Once again, Fate saw it fit to bring me to my knees. Offering me a delicious platter of satisfying viand, only to snatch it away once my fingers were in reach for the taking. I keep on walking with no destination in mind. Blurred faces. Slow-motion world. My mind races with images of skin against skin, lips against skin, my long hair tickling every inch of his chest. I cringe. I stumble. I stop and sit on the pavement with my palms up on my lap. My head bows, heavy with the memories of lust, of want, of longing. In the dark recesses of my mind I hear conversations and see typed words. Oh, how memories and moments resurface with the pain. My cheeks twitch, my lips tremble, my eyes begin to burn. Then I start to cry . I let the first tear fall. I do not attempt to wipe it away. I let it trickle down my cheek, down to my neck to my breast. The second tear comes, then a third... then comes the torrent of hurt and love and los...