Ayala Morn

the metro strip

Just a few meters away from our building, I passed by a vendor being dragged by a police (was it really a police, I'm not so sure, but he's in uniform, therefore, I concluded). I feel for the man being dragged by that person in authority. There is a wanting in me to intrude - make a scene upon the scene and give the man in uniform a sermon on brutality against human rights. Thinking about the elevator traffic, I went my way, making the happening fade away from my peripheral vision...just like the others. 

This is the metro. It knows no awe. Everything is mechanical and the moment you get off to step on its streets, you have morphed into a money-making, tax paying numb. Anyway, its only morning and who knows, I'll be seeing a better sight as the day blooms. Perhaps this is why time does not stand still: to give hope every second.

Indeed, the chicken tapa, corned beef palengke (as Pam calls it, remarking: "HMP! Di man lang Purefoods!) and mini mangoes was a glimpse of hope. I needed to eat. To take my attention off the 'crimson' corned beef, I paid attention to the DJ's on the radio. OMG, they speak so American English! They are talking to each other in jargons. To me they almost speak Chinese for I, who have AmSpeak training could not even understand. Hey, you have an audience, idiots!!! 

After a long time, I got the gist of their conversation, that somewhere in the US (sa US pa ha? How can anybody believe this?), sexual positions other than 'missionary' is illegal. Hello? Masarap ang bawal. I used to believe so but such crap, brought me nowhere. With other explorative positions, I definitely got lost. First, lost my clothes, then lost my sanity...not nowhere, but somewhere. Damn, I wanna go home. NOW. D-uh, with the kids listening, how can such conversation be aired at such an early time slot?! Where's the 'effin censorship board? As a parent, I need to be more vigilant. 

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Terima kasih for the Martabak that Ira brought from Jakarta. Sweet pancake pudding stuffed with choco syrup, cheese, sesame and nuts. Its awesomely delectable! Something good to wrap up the events of the not-so-wrapping morning on Ayala Avenue. This is just one of the mornings and there are much mornings to go through on this metro strip.

Three days to go. So is it missionary? However, wherever...whatever! ^_^

looks for free

Lucky Me.

"Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing…"

Kahamot sang lakaki sa jeep. 

I smell Polo Explorer®. After all, I feel so human again. The urge to stare could not be spared. His hair spiked up and waxed. His face, pwede na – strong and shaven. His long sleeves, neatly pressed and for sure, starched. His pants, de liston and his shoes, well cleaned and shined*, though not new. Awww... Makes me want to lay my head on his shoulder while cruising Ayala Avenue on an early morning traffic. This all happened at first glance.

Upon the second look, His hair made me miss Ram’s fine strands with its brownish color looking even lighter without the wax. The stranger's face made me long to see the gentle features that keeps me charmed, and drives me freaking mad. While the neatly pressed long sleeves makes me want to spend my whole life ironing and starching his work clothes, the lined pants makes me want to remodel all of his pants to fit everytime it doesn't. He comes on too strong especially when unshaven. And of course the well polished shoes make me want to be his exclusive shoe shine girl - in lingerie.

There was no appeal of a third-time look anymore. I was then, too busy daydreaming.

Me and Dila on our way home after work.

This made me recall my friend Dila. In her culture, choosing the man to be with and to have kids with is not a matter of choice but more of a tradition. According to her parents, should she be back to Cambodia and agree with the terms, she is to marry a man from their village. Whoa! One cannot enjoy the pleasure of a first glance, take a second look and think about it and make a choice on staring at him again or not anymore. The moment you meet, you are damned! Good thing, my friend was able to talk her parents out of it, that she will be given more time since there is no rush, and that, she still enjoys working. That's it, somlahj!

Indeed, how lucky I am to enjoy the freedom to stare and appreciate (...and smell a bit) the bounty of nature. When loving someone, there is no need for a third look because you decide. 

And yes, I am always busy daydreaming. 

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shined* - I was anxious and torn upon using this form of past tense and tried to use 'shone' instead. For reassurance, I delved into the Big Grammar Book and learned that 'shine' is one of the verbs which has an irregular past tense. Shined is used when it takes a personal subject and object...Uh well, I just need the verb to end with -ed. ^_^