The Truth with Slippers

We went to the truth festival last Friday so expect this entry to contain only the truth and nothing but the truth.

In taking long walks, rubber slippers are very comfortable but they can give up on you. After all, we are talking about really long walks here, say, from the World Trade Center to Vito Cruz-Taft.Now, when your slipper snaps; don't panic.It helps if a friend is with you when this happens. That way, he can tell you that it will be ok. Hopefully, he knows the secret of keys. Do you know that keys are important in saving the world? Well, at the very least, they saved me from walking home bare-foot.

I won't tell you the secret of keys though, because it is something you should discover yourself. Just remember to keep keys in handy wherever you go.

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More truth

I am now finished with my portfolio, so all I have to do is to write my kick-ass application letter. And man, I am having trouble with it. I think I am pressuring it too much; labelling it as "kick-ass" but you know, I was never good in writing formal letters. They are, you know, formal and I don't sound like me whenever I write formal stuffs. It's like I'm faking it or something. Like I'm pretending. Arggh! I really want to write that application letter and I want it to kick-ass because I really, really want that job! I want that career. I want that life!

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Moving on to glass slippers

Watching Cinderella was just lovely. It is surely going to be one of my treasured memories. I was trying to watch it from a little girl's point of you. Wow. I have seen the movie version of this play but it paled compared to this. It was really good, the production design was really good and I love those songs. Sigh. And the moon during the ball, is like the most whimsical thing I have ever seen. Th face of the moon had dancing partners on it. That is such a romantic thought.

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And lastly, as I have discovered lately, it is difficult to tell the truth when there are a lot of things you don't want to say.

YIPEE!!!

I now have my chocolatier 2!!!

Love it!
Many thanks to Jona and JR!!!

So now, I have to think of another thing that I really, really want.

City Boy Crazy

Whenever I try to write our story, it always ends with rain. I may not know where to begin but I've always known its ending. Cue rainfall. Soft but steady downpour. The romantic in me is convinced it started with a smile but I know it started with a very nasty generalization. But whatever, it doesn't matter now. What matters is this: Me, right now, staring at a paragraph of my own handwriting; writing about you.

You know I never liked my handwriting. But you don't care about that. What you care about is what I write. What I care about is what you think of what I write. You were not that hard to please but you were the one I most wanted to please. You actually think I'm a genius at this. I think that is just because you don't read much. Still, you made your praises sound believable. At one point, I no longer cared if you read the most intimate things I've written. Even the ones I wrote in gradeschool. You used the word "adorable". I can still see your face, You were trying so hard not to laugh, then I caught your eye, and really, there was nothing we cannot laugh about. I was certain, it was at that moment I knew I want to have you for keeps.

The thing I love most is it's just so easy to be me around you. I don't even know why. There was no need for pretensions, no masks, no walls. It's, you know, nice.

I miss you sometimes. Like when I did something I know you are going to be proud of. I climbed a mountain without complaining. I even tried rappelling. Or when I badly needed to laugh. Like now. I miss talking to you. I miss your opinions. I don't always like them but I love hearing them, no matter how unbelievable they may be. Even if they totally oppose mine. It's so fun to argue with you. Especially since we always end every argument as friends. Well, except that last one; I'm sorry about that. I really am. If only I'm not me, things would have worked out differently. But liked I said; you made me so comfortable, there was no other way but to be me. So here it goes: cue rainfall. We have to hide the tears. Stronger downpour this time.

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then for that other boy at the other side of the city


Natitiyak ko
sa iyong mga mata isinilang
ang lungsod na ito.

Isa akong lagalag na hinahanap
at dito ako napadpad.
wala na akong balak umalis.
ayoko ko nang umalis.

Lisanin man ang bayang ito ng mga
nnangangarap na kanyang inampon
at kinalinga. hindi ako tutulad
sa kanila.

paano ko iiwan ang bayang ito
kung ito ang kapitolyo ng pag-ibig,
ang tahanan ng tuwa,
silangan ng awit at tula?
Balot man sa putik at alikabok
lango man sa gutom at pawis
kaaya-aya pa rin ang ngiti.

Lalo na sa dapit-hapon
tuwing umaawit ang baybayin.
Sumasamo sa lahat ng nagmamahal.
Narito ang pangarap. narito ang mithi.

At habang naaaninag ko
ang pagsayaw ng kulay,
sa iyong mukha. hindi ko
mapigilang isipin.
narito nga.
narito nga.