it's 4 am, good lord!

phone rang at 4 am.

me: hello?
her: sino na nga yung witches sa "charmed"? (who are the witches in "charmed" again?)
me: pru... ah... piper... ummm...paige...hmmmm...phoebe..
her: yes! phoebe!
me: you woke me up for this?
her: yes. i couldn't sleep. goodnight.
me: (insert wailing emoticon here)

yes, ladies and gentlemen. woke up with my heart racing. 4 am phone calls bring to mind bad news.

couldn't sleep after that. sigh. pregnant sisters.


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on the upside, it's a boy. :)

christmas gift to self

i fought it. i did. failed miserably tho.

last saturday i found myself in fullybooked gateway, looking for anansi boys.



well i found it and i thought about things like due dates, compounded interest, finance charges, late charges, 3.0, 3.25, 3.5... then i bought the book.

it comes with a reproduced letter from neil gaiman, about how last july he found himself reading chunks of anansi boys to a "very happy, very loud" crowd (that would be us), and how he hopes we enjoy this, etc.... i was buyer 581.

obiter: the letter says 581 of 1000 reproductions. imagine, at 1099 per book, that's a gross sale of P638,519.00. for fullybooked only. gas. must start writing erotic novels.

but i digress.

i bought the book, finished reading it last night. i like it. hmmm. next project - mirrormask.

untitled

3 am and the moon hung low
staring at me like a sleepy eye
chiding me.

whatever happened to promises made
beneath its borrowed light?
gone, it seems, with dawn.
kisses shared fade
seems not even a memory
is left behind.

330 and the moon hangs even lower
i stare at it, mulling over this constant reminder

dare i turn my back on the moon
and forget?
will i be free when it sinks below the horizon
leaving the sky in darkness for that brief moment
before the sun intrudes?

will i ever forget?
or will the moonrise and moonset plague me
night after night after night,
filling my head with vivid pictures
that leave me doubled up in pain imagined
yet real.

4 am and the sky turns black
i breathe easy
i feel drowsy
my last thought is a plea
for cloudy skies.

alang alang sa yo...

kakanta ako ng sharon cuneta.

eto ang background kay emman:

bertdey.

lab na lab ko yan eh. kasi nagsasabi sya ng totoo. pag sinabi niyang pangit ka, aba, pangit ka talaga. pero pag sinabi naman niyang ang ganda mo, lola ang haba ng herr mo! bihira ang ganitong tao. o siguro napapatay lang sila ng maaga, at talagang matindi ang survival instincts ni emman. hehehe. jok lang.

kaya ayan. isang taon na naman ang naidagdag. masaya pa rin, kahit unti-unti na kaming tumatanda.

sana maganda araw mo. kita tayo mayang gabi.

pero isang kanta lang ha? kasi yung totoong shawi eh nasa baguio.

hapi bertdey emman!

and all is right in the world

my inaanak yza.