Moved to Multiply
Hi ya all... I've moved to updating my online journal and photo album to Multiply. If I have time I'll still continue to post here in Blogger, but lately I enjoy the fast banter and the composition of my contacts at Multiply so check it out...
http://smellmyknee.multiply.com/
White sands
La Luz... my three-hour away haven for city stress. It's amazing how two days can re-charge a burned-out spirit, or was that just the beer talking at 10am? Trying to squeeze in hang-time with friends before jetting off to the heart of Indochina for a year of OFWing is such a pleasurable pain. The sun sets too quickly when y
ou're having fun. I wish I could burry my feet in the white sands again, even for just another second before the tide pulls it out again in a mad rush of foam.
BF Buddies
It's amazing to even think that 30 years has gone by. I'm so thankful that I was born in middle suburbia. The 80s, the heyday of suburbian living has led to this... 30 years of friendship with people who have not let distance, careers, personal lives and what not affect our bond. Here's to another holiday season filled with fond memories of old mischiefs and puppy loves, of hopes for the future with our hearts and hands clasped together.
The art of eating alone
Order the most expensive item on the menu
Drink beer straight from the bottle
Diddle on your cell phone every 3 minutes
Put a napkin on your lap
Chew slowly, never hurry
Contemplate on ordering another beer
Look other customers straight in the eye
Call servers by the name on their plate tags
Smile at total strangers
Definitely order dessert
Never sing along with the house music
Manage a sly smile after the last bite
Linger for another 10 minutes after paying
Leave a generous tip
Never apologize for being alone
Midflight
Airborn, floating
Never wanting to land
Defiant of gravity
I lose sight of the ground
Suspended in this realm
Things move as if on cue
The clouds part in anticipation
Of my return, long overdue
Yet not wanting to awake
I stay in limbo
My soul too lazy to tread
The hard earth of my destiny
Curfew Smurfew!
Beating the Ho Chi Minh 12- midnight curfew at YANG!
"Oooh ma-y gawd!"
The moon
The full moon is playing tricks on me again. For the last couple of days as it slowly shifted to its full mother state I've been feeling kind of bluezzy. The dreary feeling I hope, will soon disappear as the new moon hides its face from the night sky.
For JP
THE CLUB HOUSEDisguised as a home baked goodie, I try to sneak in.But a loud bell rings! Warning the soldier within...Amateur boobie traps are triggered. Intruder Alert!The braided rope is pulled-up. Invasion Avert!The gender icon on the door reminds me quite clear,No trespassing for women who come in without fear.Entrance is limited for those seeking heroes.Passwords like independence and strength won't get you in hereto.A tightly shut door is a common thing.I've been knocking on it, alas! Only frustration it brings.This friendship I must let go, for it rots with my haste.If then, so, 3 decades just went to waste.
Beddings
The madness begins... Calling you into its enveloping fold. The hot rush of blood comes in contact with the cold surface of the empty bed. For a moment the sheets are covered in warm splendor. A bed slept in with futile dreams is better; Than a bed slept in void of fantasy. How long will this nourishing cocoon last? A weekA nightAn instant? The madness of being crushed by soft feather pillows Make each imagined slumber worthwhile. And when I awake, I find the other end of the bed, Empty.Again.
Beating the Ho Chi Minh 12- midnight curfew at YANG!
