her airness

bitches and boyfriend snatchers are at large…

they are toxic material… carcinogen… ninhydrin… aflatoxin… thay could well invade our bloodstreams and kaboooom! we are immediately infected by their hypocrite, innocent-mode, filthy, little dumb asses!

but wait my dear fellas… we can all stop these pests from altering our DNA structure… SECURE YOUR GUY>>> guard them if needed!

take it from me… this is how it goes… i call my new-found retrovirus as "may you clean your ass" m.y.c.a. for short…hehe… bad bad bad aira…

anyway,,, here’s what to do… as we all know, retrovirus takes the form of the soldier cells (immune system calls it t cells and b cells)of its host (meaning mga plastic nagkukunyari)… pretending they don’t know what happened… pretending that they are oh so damn drop dead gorgeous that men are migrating to their niche… but ooops! they are totally not aphrodite like me and you… they are hades’ daughters…snakes… hahahaha! snatching the men they want… but oh so poor little tinny winny hookers, i gave my man a booster shot of fidelity and security, sensuality and intelligence… and no matter how deadly retrovirus are… they can never ever steal my man!

ayyyt!

girls, lets not give them even the smallest chance… love… and love genuinely… pray… AMEN!

three simple reasons: FAITHEE.. DANDAN.. KAMBAL

Faithee

-celebrating the essence of being a woman and being a woman is having men… men who love her to death…

DANDAN

-sincerest person in this sphere of existence… jim orr’s lethal weapon…

SARAH

-my beloved twin sister… the loveliest girl alive… my dearest….

Amidst despair and adversities, God has been my best companion. Through wilson, He has continuously sprinkled me with lots of love and untangled security…

I can be the person everbody expects me to be. I can be the superwoman admired by the world… Superficial…

I can just me be. Committing countless mistake inside the court. Arguing insensibly. Munching pipino. Cry baby… Genuine…

Genuine is wilson.

…it gives the restless soul a divine abode to thrive in… glad i have said it all…

lucky number seven it is… we haven’t started… haven’t said i love him…

now if you would get the chance,,, hey you just right here… for the longest time you can imagine… oh well, maybe our love story will never ever be written… just thank you for inspiring me for the past SEVEN LONG YEARS… i have loved you… but im bleeding profusely….

we were playing billiards, singing, munching… and times up… we had to leave red box green belt and breeze our way home… and going home has never been gloomy and empty… christian asked me that smuggling question: "Oh walang susundo sayo?" i replied with "wala akong boyfriend e" then christian again: "ow, maniwala ako sayo, mami oh wala raw siyang boyfriend"… suddenly i wanted to burst into tears… while i was heading to the metro rail transit, reality of living a solitary life locked up my system and choked me to loneliness… SHIT! wala akong boyfriend…

WALA akong boyfriend…

>to pick me up in the office

>to protect me from not so decent peddlers along edsa central

>to kiss me hellos and goodbyes>to cuddle me when im so tired and exhausted

>to be called my "own"

***i am presently borrowing or stealing moments from the man i have adored for years… and i am on the verge of stealing a man from a poor someone… am i bad? i chose to do the right thing… i chose to sacrifice…

***i don’t deserve to be in the danger zone–sa gitna– unsure…

amidst the silence… i am continuously praying for that miracle to come… one day, he will come… in GOD’s perfect time…

For the past nights…..

I hugged the teddy bear fiercely, made it saggy with my tear-filled prayers.

Although he never held it, in my mind it was his, and holding it was a little like holding him.

I was left alone to process my thoughts. I sorted through my thoughts like old files, deciding which ones needed immediate attention, which ones to close. It was just the start of my workload grief.

i can’t imagine living this life without bek…

BEK (jennievic ramirez jimenez)…

six splendid years of genuine friendship. we have seen each other fall so deeply in love and bleed profusely after a loss. we have crossed bridges and tunnels together. we have fought for our friendship not once, not twice but countless times. we have witnessed each other being glorified at our bestsss and dumped at our worstsss.

we cry together, laugh insanely together, we munch, we pray… 

SHE EMBRACED ME…I EMBRACED HER…AT TIMES WHEN WE ARE ABOUT TO LOSE OUR INNER STRENGTH…

SHE HUGGED ME…I HUGGED HER…AT TIMES WHEN WE REALIZE THAT WE ONLY HAVE EACH OTHER TO CLING TO…

SHE HELD ME TIGHT…I HELD HER TIGHTER…AT TIMES WHEN ALL DOORS WERE SHATTERED BEFORE US…

SI JENNIEVIC…siya ang kalahati ng buhay ko…kahit ano pang pagdaanan namin, hinding hindi ko siya iiwan…sa kahit anong laban sabay kaming tatayo, matatalo, madadapa at mananalo…kahit ilan pang tao ang manakit samin, hinding hindi namin isusuko ang pagkakaibigan na meron kami…kahit ilang lalake pa ang magdaan… magkamali man kami ng paulit-ulit…wala akong hindi kakayanin basta para kay bek…

Hindi lang siya basta si "sis" na lagi kong hinihingahan ng sama ng loob, pinupuntahan sa unit para iyakan at puyatin…

Hindi lang siya ang "sis" na nagpakilala sakin kay tanto o kay moi…

Hindi lang siya ang "sis" na kasama ko sa mga kwangz moments…

Hindi lang siya ang "sis" na partner in crime ko at kakampi sa pgiging angelic evil…

Si JENNIEVIC, higit pa sa isang kapatid…Si Bek, siya ng kalahati ko… Ang kakambal ng kaluluwang ligaw at katawang lupa ko…

Through the best and worst…Through the "after-nmat"… Through whatever path we choose to take…Through the love shared and lost… Through hell… Through heavens… SISTERS WE ARE…

I love you so much sis!

koko kwik kwak at Pong pagong

3 days…

i always have this passion about living an independent urban life. well the wish was granted. they all went to baguio and i was left alone since i have to take the nmat.

i thought it was going to be trouble-free. easy. i do chores. i cook well. i can clean the house. i do my own laundry sometimes.

but i was wrong. i messed up the whole place. for one simple reason, i forgot to manage my time. i was too excited to live alone. i disregarded the fact that i still have responsibilities to attend to. i have my thesis. school work. i missed the garbage collection time. i forgot to check the overflowing mailbox, to pay water and telephone bills and condominium dues. i heard my name being paged at the lobby several times for expected visitors but then i was too lazy to get up.

disasters: nasunog ang niluto kong dinner, what i ate for dinner yun na rin sa breakfast dahil late ako nagising, naiwan kong bukas ang laptop at nadrain ang battery, tinangay ang 3 shirt ko papunta sa kabilang ibayo dahil nakalimutan kong lagyan ng sipit, nasunog ko ang carpet dahil pinatungan ko ng plantsa.

mix of katamaran, katangahan, kainosentihan.

in a nutshell: i still have alot to learn. 3 days and yet, i realized hindi pa ko pwedeng mag-asawa…nyahahaha!