Okt 3, 2011

And Friends Just Can't Be Found

Stop refusing their calls, spamming their messages, blocking their profiles. Stop dismissing those who offer you "a bridge over troubled waters." Ask, rather: Is it a bridge of beef jerky? Stirred tea of strawberry milk?

And: can I just sit here and nibble, or must it always lead to love?

Set 8, 2011

Modest Stipend

All the modest stipends in the world gathered for a conference, but not one of them would speak. Blessed are the meek, and they would not even look each other in the eye much less exchange salary information. Vulgar Stipend then burst into the room. He wore many pockets but no underwear. He gave it his all.

Set 6, 2011

Fanfiction

ANDI : Love is the answer, sing it with me.
ALBI : The question being one of power.
ANDI : Powerlessness. Stand corrected.
ALBI : Is that not a baby bruising you from the inside?
ANDI : Will you not sing it with me?

Peb 14, 2011

Sa Freedom Park

May taong lumapit sa amin.

"Happy Valentines! Pag-usapan natin ang Gospel ni Lord?"
"Hindi na, thanks."
"Sandali lang ito–"
"Pasensya na, Katoliko kasi kami. Plus, anak ako ng pari."

Nob 16, 2010

Question & Buneneng

Q : Sino ang sweet pea?
B : Si Buneneng!

Q : Ano si Tita Inday?
B : Sweet potato.

Q : Ano naman si Lola Anti?
B : Sweet apple.

Q : Si Lola Margie, ano si Lola Margie?
B : Um, sweet corn.

Q : E ano naman si Mommy?
B : Sweet flowers!

Q : Ano naman si Daddy?
B : Sweet pork.

Okt 29, 2010

Muli, 12 Nob, Pista ng San Diego

AKO: Dad, nga pala, malamang ho di kami makakapunta sa Quisao sa piyesta.
DAD: Bakit–
AKO: E eto nga, yung grant minamadali, si Pinky mahirap na po, ang Neneng–
DAD: Bakit sinong nagsabing imbitado ka?

Ago 6, 2010

Terrible Two

Child's proving to be a handful. She's beating everybody up with all the giddy force of her happiness. I suppose I should be doing more of the father thing, wield the iron spoon and all that. She's weeks shy of being two anyway. There's always some more discipline to go around, right? Of course. Only, I'm too busy nursing wounds and being proud.

I guess Reagan's got a point, the kid needs peers. People her own weight class should have better chances of keeping up with her. Let's see, an org of 2-year olds. Yes, and the minute they begin to spell, they can call themselves p-a-n-d-e-m-o-n-i-u-m. Why else did my wife name her Lilith?

The sweet dear's still asleep, recharging. I'm counting the hours until she wakes up. She'll launch those fat thighs right at us. Should be ready with the Kevlar.