Astrud Magdalena's world is currently in my womb. My Little Dudez will brave our world in 3 months. Until then, I'll continue transforming myself into becoming a great mother and this is one planet that haven't existed yet. Once it does, Astrud and I will be a lethal combo. Nothing's gonna stop us now.
I think I got wound up awfully tight by my 'I'm-having-a-baby-situation'. Either 'm taking this matrimorphosis a little too seriously or I'm just feeling bitter about the fact that I can't party hard now. My transition from this ultra cool lover I was to this Nazi wife is probably driving Tus crazy. I mean, if I can't join 'em in their drinking frenzy, beat him! The dictator in me is a force that even I can't control that I sometimes hear Tus' friends teasing him about being tied to my bedpost. Poor dog. Which is why I always turn to The Beatles for some soul uplifting or just to lighten up. Which means, I've already given my kid his first Beatles experience a few months back. Nevermind that his sense of hearing wasn't that developed during that time yet. We started early 'coz it's the vibe that I'm after and what a vibe! You hear the first beat from my earphones, then comes some mild thumping from my insides. I wanna believe he's having a ball because I'm having a rockin' time!
You see, my mood swings have been dancing from furious to melancholy (it's the fucking hormones) and I didn't want my li'l wonder to feel my uterine blues. So, I turn to the Fab 4 because they just put me in an immediate zone and that's where I want my baby to be until I've pushed him out of the sack. I'm just hoping that I'm able to push out this huge stick off my butt by that time. 'Til then, we're flying with The Beatles... or MJ... or The Pretenders... or Bowie... a fuck it! My ipod is our ticket to zoning out and we're zooming outta here.
Being a penniless cow, I did nothing but read. I'm almost done with all my books except my Ondoy-victim ones and I'm still itching to read something different. I'm looking for books like Venus in the Kitchen (an erotic cookbook) or a cookbook made by Salvador Dali. I'm also scouting for Marquis de Sade's novels and a book entitled Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer but no luck here. Came across a book sale but can't find anything that I like. I want something deep, mind boggling, sensual and witty. Something that could have been written by the likes of a Leo puTolstoy. Erotica with substance. Any suggestions?
I am secretly married to him eventhough I am terrified of marriage. There's this place where you go after that bond where the romance dies, where the bond just automatically becomes an obligatory shackle. Plus, the rollercoaster ride just stops. I like the ride. I like madness. So in my mind, we are spiritually entwined when in reality, I'm just someone who got knocked up. But fuck it, I'm still in paradise.
Constipation, when pregnant, is one of the hellish experiences you have to pay during this period. What hurts the most is how this ride misleads you whenever you're seated on the throne, anticipating whatever size of crap that's about to ooze out. Then, you find yourself murmuring a litany of prayers under your breath, calling out to the gods to please let you take a good dump this time. So, after a long time of hoping and panting and grunting, you realize that all there ever was was just a series of farts. Oh shit! Ain't that a bitch?
You've Made Me So Very Happy - Blood, Sweat and Tears
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I wanted to have a Little Tus when the baby comes out. Just the thought of it warms my heart and makes me fall deeper for my partner. But as the time passes by, I feel like I've been living in this world where I feel that I should be the queen. I have this notion that this should be my time. So, I'm growing intensely more selfish than I ever was and I realized that I wanted to have a Little Dudez instead. A kid who's got this hippie vibe but enters the room with a Mick Jagger swagger. One who refuses to be a native of anyone's tribe and chooses to lead her own pack. A girl who's enveloped with confidence and no matter how she makes loads of mistakes, delivers her wrong doings with grace. However awesome this would be, I still badly wanted to leave this selfish mode coz you know what, this little wonder's a product of our blood, sweat and tears (even our spit, sweat and cum). So we could have a Little Tus or a Little Dudez, it won't matter. Bottomline is, this baby will be perfect coz we have love.
When I'm certain that Tus is fast asleep, I tiptoe out in absolute darkness for some midnight romance. I visit this part of nation like an obsessed lover hoping to get some booty call. The Nation: URINATION My Lover: the TOILET We're more than just an acquaintance. We're no longer two trains passing in the night. He is now an extension of my bum. He soothes me bursting yohoo and I just can't get enough. Now, if you'll excuse me, time for another booty call. Or should I say, nature calls.
The November rain greeted Lucia Stella P. Khan last Tuesday afternoon. Meanwhile, my sister was defintely having November pains but this was definitely our sweet November gain. Welcome to the world, Lucy!
O deadly temptress from a lit cig, must you be this serpentine from my forbidden apple tree? must you persistently entice me with your endless nudges that make me catch a whiff and painfully loving every sniff? as sexy as your dance may seem you have to swirl your seducing air to somebody else.. as ghostly as you can get i need you to haunt other people for at least 6 more months. now, be gone, my sweet tormentor! be gone!
I don't want to reach the ebb of my sexual tide I just want to be this tigress ready to pounce whether I'm with child or going into second childhood but I'm not even halfway up my first trime and I already feel dry, uncomfortable and ugly where's my inner vamp? I hope we get reacquainted some time before I turn into a cow.
photographer - my little brother, gabriel model - my cousin, felice
I'm headed off to a new direction. This journey began when the goddess of fertility showered me with fruit bearing seeds. The aphrodisiacs I've been slipping in my lover's drink finally worked and now, Aphrodite watches over me. Prepare to meet our love child soon - running around barefoot and nude - as I am thrilled to meet this angel. I am certain that my ultimate high has arrived and together, we run around barefoot, nude and free.
twisted and entangled as their flesh are silky with sweat and other secretions like satin ribbons that are slowly tied only to end up in a lotus position cries of love that creep out their throats emulate that of 2 cobra lovers locked in a sex dance where moans and groans rise high and blend together in some tantric chant
this wandering troubadour is still searching for her ultimate high like a silver line of smoke oozing from this lit stick of winston reds she goes wherever the wind takes her and right now, she was blown right into absolute darkness...
it's because of you that I got the shakes I always have the rhythm, baby thank you for your music you may be a legend a music prodigy or even the smooth criminal but now you're just peter pan and i hope you fly me off to neverland some day. long live the king.
She's drunk with words and reeks with all kinds of smoke. She's done being a corporate zombie and chose to break concretes instead. She's living in her dreams and settled in living apart from the materialistic world. Meet the molder of young minds. Meet the new Teacher Dez.
I am delighted to rush back into the arms of Mother Vigan. I have been dreaming of long walks in the cobbled street of Crisologo for days now. The long road trip could be a bitch but what do you know, I'm kinda looking forward to that too. Woohoo! See you real soon, Vigan!
She's got all the flavors going on that never stops tickling our taste buds. There's even an element of firmness and tenderness in every bite. Plus, my favorite quality in her is her nuttiness. What more could a kid ask from a parent? She's the mom, the dad and the friend. Happy Mother's Day, Inang
Since my mom's from Ilocos, I was asking her if we have even just a hint of Igorotism in our bloodline. Unfortunately, there isn't and I got a bit sad about that fact. I'm totally proud of what the Igorots have done. If I were one, I'd probably be wearing g string to work. Just farming away, brewing the coffee I've harvested this morning, walking barefoot around my hut and make monkey love to Tus. I hope he'd still attack me even when I look like this lovely woman coz I badly want to be just like her.
Been frolicking in this field of gold and I've never felt happier or more satisfied in my life It must be with all this time off or it could just be the Sagada burns either way, I'm in heaven.
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