I HAVE MOVED

new wordpress. it’s joint with bea quintos.

http://theotherexit.wordpress.com

fuck you, my dirty south

all these warm bodies that come before me

simply lay down a path to where my love waits for me at the end

i think, man.

the high school post

I can’t believe I waited this long to miss it. The days, the dates, the DANCING (cough college people suck at dancing cough), the debauchery and the things I dare not mention.

(hahahaha because Carlos you idiot you will never see this)

Sountrack: Grow Up and Blow Away – Metric

PAUSE

Soundtrack: Destiny – Zero 7

bible apparel

While I may never have been obsessive by nature, seeing as I have vowed not to let any living/non-living thing control my life as if it were some intelligent design, I have shamelessly fallen into a fetish THE intelligent design’s son, Jesus, has introduced us all to: the sandal.  

1) Birkenstock Yara

2) Ecote Platform Crisscross Sandal

3) Givenchy Grainy Jelly Sandal Flats

4) Dr. Martens Diva Dorothy Velcro Cross Strap Sandal

Perhaps I enjoyed the wildlife too much in Cagayan de Oro and Bukidnon last weekend, that’s why.

Soundtrack: Hurdy Gurdy Man – Donovan

illusion of love is better than none

Toni,

                The most unexciting way to write this is to start with a quote—but since I have the first sentence filled out, I’m going to tell you a stuck-up-in-the-ass one now.  “College friends know who you are, but your high school friends know why.”  This is clearly senseless, because whoever said this never cared to mention friends you met earlier in life. Do you know what kind of valuable information this minority holds? They know what the fuck went wrong with you. Or right. You’re genuinely blessed enough to belong in the latter. Congratulations.

                But I’m not going to say you changed for the better; that it’s amazing you finally found yourself. Your passion. Your beliefs. Your strengths. Your goals. Your inspiration. Your love.  That’s not it. You are more yourself than you have ever been, and every single mark of success and admiration (warranted and unwarranted) that have solidified is a result of acknowledging years of graceful peeling. No don’t think about human skin. Don’t even think about onions. Smell the orange peel. Yes, that’s better.  (Or would you be delighted with the idea of peeling a certain banana instead?)

                Listen, if I have walked a little faster; been distant and secretive the past few years, it is because I have shamefully entered a much darker path I do not recommend you enter. I look at you, and I am reminded of how cold my heart has grown. How uninspiring my mind has become. And while these hands have touched, it has not even touched a soul in a very long time. I am careful not to present myself as a waste, but how else should I explain myself to you? However, if I have made you learn to accept who I am today, fuck you I’m going to prove you wrong one day because I may look like a tart but I think like Aristotle (see telos).

                Once more, I will be one of the greatest people you will ever meet.  And that will be the gift of all gifts. But oops!  Not this year.

                                                                                                                                Pingpongingly yours,

                                                                                                                                Melissa

Ps. I made you a youtube video because I’m too primitive for Vimeo. Hope I rile you up.

Who?

On the news today: a security guard discharges his gun “by accident” at the MRT station, injuring another guard (pero oks lang, friends forever ata sila eh) and four other persons who didn’t realize they were hit until after they entered their respective trains (“what the fuck is that a gunshot, bro?!”). And I wonder, how the hell can anyone get away with this?

On the way to school however, Boss Tricycle Man shows me who can get away with being bad:

Soundtrack: Duck Sauce vs Michael Jackson Beat Sauce - Daflow (heheheheh)

How to Run Away from Home:

1. Pack light clothing. Freeze first before you decide to add anything else heavier.

2. Bring a camouflage tent to avoid being eaten by animals who don’t deserve to experience the taste of human flesh. For the human-eating human, see #3.

3. $$$! If you’re poor, smash the piggy bank and grab all the coins. Exchange them to cash later. If you’re rich, grab your father’s Rolex Oyster Perpetual, too. It’s his fault he left it hanging around on top of that dusty old cabinet anyway.

4. Google a couple of quotes that will encourage you to stick with it.

5. Exit through the front door (no less), banging it as loud as you can. You deserve to make all that noise.

Soundtrack: If you Return – Maximum Balloon feat. Little Dragon

A & B

“St. Michael’s. Try to look unassuming.” His voice sounded authoritative from years of being so sure of who he was and what he wanted. Usually, I wouldn’t try to overanalyze the identity behind voices of the many clients I receive, but it was 9am—the hour where I feel the effects of morning coffee—and I wondered how anyone could ever be in the mood at this time. Was it a bad idea to finally put my number on the newspaper? After he gave me the address, I put the phone down and opened my closet to fit the theme for today’s work. Directly straight at me beamed the million sparkles of glitter, beads and sequins that shined even brighter against the sunlight (even if the buildings around had a tricky way of making it enter my window most of the time). On its right lay the more in-demand ensembles for role play; I’m sure you would know what this would be composed of. Finally, the far left contained the jeans, the sea foam green blouse and the old wrinkly white cardigan I used to wear way back in my chilly adolescent nights. Overall, I thought I looked annoying. Perfect.

The cab rides to each destination is always the most entertaining part. There I was, once again looking forward to two possible ways to end my day: a) a good time or b) a funny time. Categorizing life’s situations into two was perhaps the reason why I’ve been told to be too good for this line of work.  You know those little rectangular sponges you see nearby every kitchen sink just waiting to take everything in? That’s kind of where I am right now. It makes everything seem a lot more natural. It makes everything a lot more beautiful.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at St. Michael’s Home for the Old-People-Who-Can’t-Afford-Resorts-So-They’re-Stuck-In-Prisons-That-Have-One-Tiny-Chapel-For-Refuge. Jesus Christ, inside was an old man, abandoned by his wife, children and grandchildren, who was impressed by my 2×2 glamour shot and sweet promising words. Who was I kidding? I was exactly who he needed at that very moment. I entered and immediately walked toward the receptionist, deciding to smuggle myself inside embarrassingly as some daughter’s daughter.  “2141.” I refused to look at the blank face again and proceeded to follow the orange wood-panels on the floor that led up to his room.

Well, if he ever made it seem on the phone that he was a self-righteous man, he clearly made it look like that phase in his life was over in the flesh. The snow-white hair against his long yellow face seemed so unmemorable if it hadn’t been for the small hint of faded freckles on his two cheeks.  Squinting, he observed me with those small dark brown eyes that almost looked black with lackluster desire.  I was so bothered I couldn’t look anywhere else.

“You’re right on time,” he spoke again with much more coarseness in his voice this time. “I want you to know I’ve never done this before, and I’m probably never going to do this again. Nevertheless, I am quite glad you turned out pretty. It makes everything a lot easier.” I gave out a generous smile at this comment as he paused to look down on his white socks and slippers combination. “This is going to sound ridiculous, but I’ve been having sleeping problems.  The pills they give me don’t work. Nothing has every really worked in here, now that I think about it. Just sleep beside me. I want to know if you’re enough.”

I couldn’t stifle the huge laugh I had inside me.  This was going to be a and b; a good and funny time. No wonder he liked the word unassuming.

Soundtrack: Waltz (Better than Fine) – Fiona Apple