Gaps, patches and in-betweens

A couple of weeks ago, we were watching the 400th anniversary of the Black Nazarene on the news. People were shoved, squeezed, some even fainted. People were willing to risk their lives for a miracle, out of desperation. That is the state of the nation. - sorry for the late post. This was supposed to be posted early January. Just had pldt install a phone in the house-- which is another harrowing experience

Everybody now! "I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, And heaven knows I’m miserable now. I was looking for a job and then I found a job And heaven knows I’m miserable now. In my life, why do I give valuable time To people who don’t care if I live or die." He is psychic.

Last week, my daughter’s classmates were practicing their Holy Communion. Thinking that it was just another school activity, my daughter told my mom, a devout Catholic, who then relayed to me the requirements that they have to buy: white dress, shoes and stockings. I pondered long and hard. How do you not break a mother’s heart while admitting that the religion she is so devoted to has ceased to apply to you, and which you are giving your daughter a choice to decide on. Then I pondered on another difficult thing. How do I tell my daughter that she has no religion. That she is not baptized. And why. So first things first. I had to talk to my daughter. I drew her outside, where we can talk without my mom overhearing us. Conversation went like this: ME: Sweetheart, you cannot join the Holy Communion because it is a ritual for Catholic people. You are not Catholic. ILAW: Why not? ME: Because there are a lot of other religions and we want you to choose what you want when the time comes that...

Missing Series Alcohol drowns my loneliness, Calling for sleep. Natalie keeps me company as I wallow in could bes. Welcome fatigue to push the body, Then embrace it. All because I miss the feeling of melted butter as I once Described holding my daughters’ hands. We would wait for sleep to shut our eyes, Comforted by the small space between us. There is a promise of being together, and A bigger space when the time comes. Meanwhile, I stare at the calendar. Long is indefinite and immeasurable. I realize words are not enough. Now is the best time to slam dance. September 25, 2006

Yes, Leyte Park, the hotel. The last time I was there was when the world and I were much younger, 11 years ago to be exact. The circumstances were also different. Yesterday I was there for a meeting, work, with mostly representatives of government offices. Eleven years ago, was a meeting also, but of the creative sort. We were clutching on the verges of literary genius or so we thought, amongst literary UP Creative Writing Center-wise icons. Yesterday I scoured the beach, the shore shorter now than how I remembered it, maybe because of more newly-built cottages. Back then I was intoxicated with Bahalina. Today I was cold, stone sober with only caffeine running through my veins for the past few days. The world was mine to conquer back then. Now I’m scared shitless with uncertainties and age clouding a future view of the world and how I want it to be with and for my kids. I sat at the lounge drifting between thoughts of then and now, drawing on my cigarette in my left hand as I did eleve...

Thanks for the text welcome Poly. Very you, sarcasm in the midst of sincerity. Factor in the time and it really is you. Thanks also tita mag for the beers. And the chicken. And friends, say grace, brigs, pauline and mimi. Yes, I'm back in Manila. dot dot dot For good? For a while? For now? With the kids? dot dot dot let's drink a lot to that before I answer.

Spongebob’s dream is Superman’s identity. Batman used money to be able to. Erica Jong's Isadora Wing feared it. We can if we will it enough And re-define it. artwork at site: http://www.artmatenwa.org/artworks.html