bacchanale

it was one brief moment of elation.

why should i deprive myself from it...

it was sheer ecstasy...or just a rush of caffeine + nicotine to my core.

hahaha. either way, i missed us.

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media itself is one problem we need to solve. after convincing noynoy to do the unthinkable, it prophesized doom in the form of pepeng.

hey pepeng, no offense but ondoy was the shit...

bacchanale

i am at work and just before my lunch i was seated next to a fuckhole who smells like someone who took a dive in a pool of used gym shorts.

SHIT.

Currently feeling: pissed

bacchanale

I was in the middle of ranting about how Filipinos had become obsessed with the Aquinos, when my computer shut down and lost all work that i was doing.

Yes, divine intervention.

I'll make it short and simple:

Considering Corazon Aquino for canonization is certainly crazy talk. For one, she only fits the standards of a HERO. People, it's HERO and not SAINT.

And it's not as if she is morally spotless.

Don't get me wrong. I admire her courage to stand amidst all her detractors. I believe she is one of those few women who had changed people's view on being one. I can continue praising her but i CANNOT say her being a saint is rational.

And besides, it is during her administration that Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Law was passed and people who had watched the struggles of the sumilaw farmers  and hacienda luisita farmers, would know my point.

Sorry. I am not really into politics as i see it as one great circus act. But i really hate how Filipinos would be so desperate in finding their new Superman.

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And yeah, i'm back. I've been verbally assaulting people due to my inability to rant on my blogs.  So yes, for the greater good of things, feed on my immortality.

bacchanale

Kung malalaman ko lang na bumibisita ka dito...

Siguro masaya.

Pero hindi tulad ng dati,

Katumbas ng pagsulyap mo

Ang kamatayan at muling pagkabuhay ko.

Magaling nako. Natawag na kitang "akin"

At natapos na din ang panaginip.

Eto ang muling pagkabuhay

Nating dalawa

Bilang hindi minsan nagkakilala.

bacchanale

Anna Who Was Mad

Anna who was mad,
I have a knife in my armpit.
When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.
Am I some sort of infection?
Did I make you go insane?
Did I make the sounds go sour?
Did I tell you to climb out the window?
Forgive. Forgive.
Say not I did.
Say not.
Say.

Speak Mary-words into our pillow.
Take me the gangling twelve-year-old
into your sunken lap.
Whisper like a buttercup.
Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding.
Take me in.
Take me.
Take.

Give me a report on the condition of my soul.
Give me a complete statement of my actions.
Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in.
Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through.
Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy.
Did I make you go insane?
Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through?
Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist
who dragged you out like a gold cart?
Did I make you go insane?
From the grave write me, Anna!
You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless
pick up the Parker Pen I gave you.
Write me.
Write.

-Anne Sexton

Currently feeling: worse