Tag Archive: love

10 Ways To Purge Myself Of You

(1) WATCH cat videos on Youtube. Everyone loves cats and, most importantly, cats are safe. Cats will not hurt you. Sometimes they will leave you to chase after something more interesting than your whining,… Continue reading

As Time Goes By

9:43am Gudmrning! Hw ws brkfst, hve a good day @ work. 9:45am LOL. cereal isnt a meal 9:47am eggs, bacon, tomato sandwch. mmmmmh 🙂 9:50am yes, it was THAT good. 9:51am i still… Continue reading

The Way We Were

There was never a time more empowering than the day I left. You were sitting at the dining room table, putting cream in your coffee, as I lugged my suitcase out of our… Continue reading

Cheek to Cheek

There’s no better pull than your sway as we play across the crisscrossed gemmed granite, bouncing luminous lines by your necktie — cheek to cheek and my rosy red foundationed on yours a… Continue reading


Underneath its hundred years, fingers unslipping his knotted scarf and wrapping half around my neck. The late bluebird shivering hopping in snow tracks and eventually losing feathers and beak and mind as its… Continue reading

Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head

The air felt sticky as he brushed a mosquito off my arm. I patted the red spot that formed where it landed before opening up the wicker basket beside us. He glanced from… Continue reading

Unchained Melody

He caressed my knee, his thumb rubbing smoothly on my pale skin. I leaned my head back into his, smelling the musk on his hair. Hand to his hand, I traced his protruding… Continue reading

Some Enchanted Evening

Setting: The men’s washroom at a decent three-star hotel. The washroom itself is clean, spacious, and classy, but — and this is a must — one of the mirrors has to be cracked.… Continue reading

Explaining “Basted” to a Non-Filipino

I’m quite aware that basted is derived from the English busted but the original word just does not capture the essence of the Filipino one. And, yes, dumped is different. Here are a few reasons why basted is a great… Continue reading

Stormy Weather

A gray shawl hugging my body: Click. The tight-knitted crowd of interlocked hands and legs and feet and heads and sweet promises of nothing and dear darlings and discarded flowers under a child’s… Continue reading