The Claudine Barretto Fan Boy Post

It's not about Angelica P. It's about ABS-CBN attempting

to destroy the optimum stardom it created in Claudine B.

I don't normally express my devotion to a star, but as a Gen Y

I was reared seeing Claudine as my Vilma S and Judy Ann as Nora A.

This perfectly explains why I love her so much:

These Are The Cusses

These are the cusses

splashing onto your face

for smiling back at the winks

of Manila lifestyle magazines.

These are the assholes

for hours wasted staring at

the leather shoes, the skinny pants,

the caps, the luminous sheen of

high-res photographs.

These are the tarantados

for hopping into the cars of the cool,

for touching the frames of the party pages,

the captions, the lights, and the mugs who rule.

These are your well-deserved gagos.

They are inside a box wrapped in ululs, so the

next time you talk to your payroll ATM,

you can see it can't spit words from Zara and H&M.

And don't forget these pretty putanginamos.

wear them whenever you feel climbing the ladder,

singing the anthem, and seating on the toilet.

Your shit may be brown, hard, and sticky, but

it'll still look like a cake in a box of glittery.

Inception

Inside a room full of people, all lips are sealed, the hands restlessly tapping keys to establish a fragment of work. One corner has a window half-covered, the midday light coming in as if echoing a boy who said, I want to work in a spaceship. He munched the chocolate bar and craved for more lego blocks, seeing a new set of wings and some planetary labs. But you can be a doctor, the mother said, holding a pen and staring at the calculator. Or a lawyer, she added, smiling at her reflection on the psychedelic screen. Outside the house, on the surface of a frame, a man wanders in the streets, hunting for words to be sewn. He stops by an edifice and sees one window half-covered, laughing and thinking about a room of silly people. The park is bare and full of umbrellas. He sees words on a bench and picks them. Sees them pasted on the posts and unpasted them. There are some on the trash bin, the pavement, the roads.

The Kwek-Kwek Poem

For Jose Garcia Villa

The kwek-kweks are being fried,

They are like little balls to the kiat-kiat tree.

(A man has only two balls,

There are many balls in a kiat-kiat tree.)

Soon the kwek-kweks will turn orange and yummy:

I shall pick up two...three…or many…

Like a modest girl (or boy¹), I shall first lick their skin,

I shall lick them before eating (the egg of) the Bird:

I shall be reminded of a bunch of boys.

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I shall kiss kwek-kweks because they are the balls of a boy.

In UP they say we are postmodernists now, sir, and are free to write about our Jacks and Davids—without suspension.

I will rant

I noticed that my blog entries this year revolve around my efforts of losing weight, and after 7 months of ranting that dream is still an unfulfilled wish. In January, my weight was 150 lbs, and the last time I checked it was 148. God, that's just like, 2 cups of rice subtracted.

I tried out this GM diet wherein you're supposed to eat a certain food group per day. Day 1 all fruits, Day 2 all veggies, Day 3 a mix, and so on. I was only successful on the first day. Tuesday I asked BB to munch on oil and grease and fats with me @ Jollibee. Diet fail, I know.

I know I'm not trying enough though. It's so hard to let go of those pleasurable tastes. In the following weeks, I think I will be able to. I'm crossing fingers.

One thing I love about Fort Bonifacio is its chichiness. Emerging relaxation places of the well-off abound in the area. Lately BB and I have become addicted to frozen yogurt. I discovered this resto called Yogurt Nation, which is like, a block away from my building.

Here's my dirty design. Haha. It's a DIY kind of store, and a bit pricey. This one was charged around 300 bucks I think. Taste-wise, it's a less sour than White Hat, and a less sweet version of Tutti Frutti. I think this Froyo fad is not worth it though. I will not exchange any pricey, so-called healthy yogurt to the humble Jollibee sundae or Mc Flurry.

Last weekend, I, Mikee and Sig went to Trinoma. We watched Eclipse and I introduced them to BB. I was very elated. Going out with high school friends just to chill out had become very rare, and I so missed all the stories, fun, and tsismis.

Mikee and the humongous pizza. He ate 1/3 of it i think, and look at his figure. Lucky metabolistic bitch.



One good news about work is that the HR already declared my paperless regularization, and my privilege to have 12 days of leave. Yeehaw. I will definitely fly abroad before the year ends.