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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Monday, October 24, 2011

"When you don't mean anything, you can say goodbye anytime. " leojamri

My desperation. A much needed help after this major revamp in my life. Found the site for the first time in FB, the old "ning" was compromised. So my new friend Misty made a new one ... this one ...

I remember I posted a question in the FB site on what to do when the relationship with your twin soul becomes one-sided ... hurtful ... when you're taken for granted by your other half to the point that you question it yourself if he indeed was your twin flame because if he was ...

... how could he break my heart when it's gonna feel like his breaking his?

... Why would he lie about his real status? When he knows this is an important factor on the present and the future of our relationship?

... When simple things amount to a mountain of truths ... like the real reasons behind untagging my photo from his page, deleting his comments from my page, changing his profile to a puppy if only not to give away his identity after i listed him as my Honey in Facebook. At least suspecting common and uncommon friends would not easily identify him ... Facebook enlists may be a hundred of Joel Ilagan(s) ... my Honey Joel Ilagan can be anyone of them.

Simple things he did to hide me away from his world ... from his wife, his kids, his family and friends. The dark closet was suffocating, but he didn't want my skeleton dangling in front of people he truly cares about. He didn't want to hurt their feelings ... but it's perfectly alright to trample on mine. And he did all these, without a single explanation, no apologies, no remorse. I died from asphyxia, 4 months ago. And for all he care!

... Why would he not communicate with me. This is a long distance relationship, any form of communication is key. That's the only way our so called relationship can survive. He stopped talking to me, just like that especially those times when I needed him the most. He turned his back. For more than one month. If that could kill, that would have been my second death.

... Why changed status, our Group, his wife's friends, his friends, feasted on it. I was degraded to the lowest form. A 42 year old adult male consciously did that without any consideration of my feelings, his other woman.

... My so called twin flame made his choice. But I guess, its nature taking course ... he goes back to the wife and dumps his mistress. That's the way the story goes. History has not changed. A concubine demoted to the lowest lowest form nearing garbage. There's no better way to treat a woman like that. I deserve the disrespect and the trashy treatment. I am a Whore!

My new family may have some answers for me ... if he indeed is my twin soul, then we'll meet again, tables will be turned, this time I'd be the one to break his heart. This Whore ... still would not trade places , not yesterday, not today, not in the future, not in my next lifetimes.

‎NJV said once, but actually quoting Isobelle Carmody, "The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us. They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people."

Irma S. Vanta commented. " Thank God, I'm not much of an offender :) ... but the clumsy, silly one :(. But I won't trade places though :). I don't like "deepest wounds".
August 27 at 11:25am · Like · 1 person










Sunday, October 23, 2011

Girl Toy ™

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Girl Toy™. That was all her worth. A free entertainment he can avail of online for just a few dollars for a cheap broadband and a laptop. That little girl he claimed to have searched for, far and wide. That girl he said was special to him since grade school. That girl he professed his love to since they were children. The same woman, he found 30 years after, whose heart he intended to break, and broke. That innocent memory of her, he was given as a gift, he planned to destroy, and damaged.

A diamond pulverized. May be, not even God can put together again.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Saturday, October 15, 2011

An Ode to Harlot (by AO)

There was an other woman who lived in a shoe,
the bigger the better, so we'll say its a boot.
She wore the finest of jewels, she bought them herself.
and nice fancy furs, shipped via cargo express.

One day she took a trip and ran across an old friend
but now she realized it was her old married man
His was belly was jolly, but he was no santie claus
and that once trimmed moustache now covered his mouth.

Good grief said the other woman, i didn't know it was you
your sexy smile now has a gold tooth.
You've lost those abs, and your arms are flab
you grip a can of beer when its was once tab.

He smiled crookedly and said boy you've changed.
hair once short is now a flowing mane.
your legs are gorgeous and your eyes glitter glow
and those bags under your eyes are not there any more.

the other woman giggle and smirked at his stupid comments
but graciously said thank you for the compliments
tell me please he said I'd like to know
how is it that you shine, sparkle and glow?


she said while waiting to see you in the wee bit hours
i pumped iron to feel agression and power
while waiting on your calls each and every day
i did more work and got a raise in pay


while pacing my house waiting for our next date
i stayed in and ate a home cooked plate
while eating your full servings of lie after lie
i had no room left for my favorite pie.


while hoping and praying that things would change
i had enough time to grow this mane.
as for my eyes my dear they always glittered
i had to learn to wash them and rid them of litter

when you didn't call or visit, or plan to see me
i went to the salon and had a facial of seaweed
beautiful i am and beautiful I will be
all because of you, and what you did to me.

the other woman almost had a tear come to her eye
but she fought it back because deep down inside
she loved the married man and always will
but she found she loved herself more, and her love was real.


Saturday, October 8, 2011

My Fresh Start

Somebody gives you a glass of margarita

Be nice, raise your glass, smile, and say your thanks. Even two tables apart :)

He pass on a piece of paper, and ask for a name

Tell him, it’s Heather. Heather Brown.

It got him a little curious, and ask a second question, “Are you not from here?”

Give him two words, “Not really.”

He gets a bit confident, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Toss tat goddam hair, cross your legs, shake your head with some of your locks falling on your face

“Shut the hell up! I’m a very much married woman.” (cuz technically I still am.)

“So how many kids you have?,” this guy trying not to give up …

“Five. I have 5. Fourteen, 11, 9, 5, and I gave birth to a little boy last year. And having said that, I am officially ligated as of this time.” … still flashing your sweetest, honestest smile, and even when the highest heaven knows you only have one darling for a daughter... and even when mundane sex was like 6 years ago arrrghhhhh

And he, the fighter … and asked for number …

09178808557 … ramble the last two numbers … LOL

Last attempt … “You have FB?”

“Yeah, Heather Brown (ako na! ako na! ako na nga ang pinaka sulpada sa FB … can’t be searched, can’t be added, can’t be sent a message! … Me, freakin’ useless in Facebook!)

He said thanks as if he owes you a favor … (awww poor sweet, seachin’ guy)

“Can I drive you home?” (with that flashy red car! Arrgghhh)

Me still being nice … “uhhhmmm thanks, too but my girl friend is taking me home.” (Even if she was jusz dropping me in Timog … so I can get a really nice EMG cab driver … to take me all the way up up South, for as long, I pay one thousand three hundred bucks, and buy him coffee from 711 somewhere.)



(Telling a lie, it can be liberating. You get home overdosed from a mix of free margarita, paid vodka, tanduay ice and san mig lyte. Peaceful, from lonely, sad midlifers who are in equally miserable relationships, who probably cannot get over from lost loves, unfinished businesses, fucking puppy loves.



Sweet Jesus, sparing that part of your life … a beautiful past undisturbed. Wonderful and innocence stays that way. Live your lives minus the regrets, the hurts, the sorrows, and the angsts. When dreaming on is free, painless, and lovely. And never really waking up from it. Bringing it to your graves.)











***gusto ko sana mabasag kanina. Kiddos waiting. My hard face. Biting my pretty lips. But this week, and not this Friday night, was my last howl. Hindi na. Hinida na kita iiyakan pa. Sasakit ang dibdib ko, oo, pero hindi na kita iiyakan pa. I have to accept what I was long prepared to do. Numbers. You were but a number. My education. Statistics being part of Economics. Was not Cum Laude for nothing. You ... just in my record. It was okay then. It's okay now.



Me embracing the change. Not letting anybody else come closer and get in. Another Fresh Start.



My aloneness.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

あなたは私の心を悲嘆に陥れました

Going home alone as usual. When I put my key in the door and open it. I cling to a faint hope. That you’ll greet me with a “Welcome home”.

Afraid of getting hurt. I always averted my eyes and ran away. But every time I smell your scent in town. I unconsciously turn around.

If there were some invisible answer. Then it wouldn’t have gone away – your tender arms. And the night when you said “I love you” and softly kissed me on the cheek. And made a vow for eternity.

Together we painted drops of light. On a big canvas. And made lots of plans. None of them will happen now.

At some point I’ve gotten so busy. That I’ve stopped looking. At the night sky we used to look up at. Unable to reach it. I can’t stop crying.

If there were some invisible answer. Then it wouldn’t have gone away – the mornings I saw in with you. And those days when you said “I love you” and softly pulled me close. And made a vow for eternity.

I watched you leave then. Should I have yelled until I was hoarse and stopped you? There’s nothing but dark regrets. That keep swirling around. Ano toki miokutta senaka

If there were some invisible answer. Then it wouldn’t have gone away – the sun. I could see through the window. Warmed my trembling shoulders. I closed my eyes. And found an answer I hadn’t noticed.



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