my coke and mani

A young beauty of a stude was hanging out with her friends just outside the University.
A plain blue thin shirt and an ordinary looking sweat pants was all she wore.
She was sitting on a pavement without a chair with her heels for support, her legs spread wide playfully moving up and about as if to invite presence or company.

I drank my small bottle of coke longer than usual today, but hurriedly ate my fried salted peanuts and went about my way.

candy

t'was though it was real; never imagined but dreamed...

the sweet, sour, spicy and bitter after taste was enough for me to drool for more...

but I know I had to stop,

she doesn't...

...so I pick up my spoon and prepare for another serving.

back straight, arms dangling

I lay restless in my room, and as I stare at the ceiling an empty void embraces me and I begin a long, winding and fruitless struggle with nothing.

The circling thoughts float as if unfazed by gravity that they take meaning only when imagined.

A heavy sigh of fatigue escapes me.

Slowly the fold in my eye closes and my iris brimming with warm hue gradually vanishes in sight.

I dream a dream I dream tonight.

innocent touching

She said the reason Michael Jackson surrounded himself with kids was because he never had a childhood. It was all work, work and work... She said Michael just wanted to experience "every night" his childhood that was once lost.
I will disregard her ideas just for the mere reason that I want to fuck her.

open drawer policy

I remember a friend who worked for the BIR. She told me the first time she asked for a tax bribe, she was advised to open her drawer for the dirt money to slide easily into place.
She was an honest person.
It must be a case of tomatoes in one basket.
She got her Ninoy; and used it to buy two San Mig Grandes to put her to sleep that night.
I don't know what happened next, all I know was that she never got hers zzzs.

reflex imagination

I was talking with an old couple a few days ago and there was an urge on my part to spit at them while they were talking...

Maria

The room was brightly lit and a distinct smell that shouts of lab alcohol fills the place. I was waiting for my name to be called. There were all sorts of people in the big room; the nurse was calling out last names of people every five minutes and as I patiently waited I notice one burly stout girl with a light masculinish feature. She was chatting incessantly with another person she met the very same day. She had this tomboyish look that would almost pass for a strong brute man if you personally ask me. And as I was observing her in my lonesomeness and my ever probing mind began to wrestle with the idea--girl? boy? girl? boy? bakla, tomboy?...
The petit little nurse shouted from across the room "Ma. Celerina Umberto!". She was taken aback and I saw her mumble and caught it... she muttered "I told that midget nurse to call me Cel!"