Welcome! Perhaps it will set me free to say I like you. I like you so much. (Just guilty about feeling strange, you don't deserve the way I react to it. My piece of sh*t. My apologies). Ahhmm. (winky me to you.. ^_^)
To clip or not to clip. Next to skin, 'am suddenly finding myself wanting to DO my hair, or just maybe. By the way, this Seamus Heaney's contemporary sonnet crisps at the roof of my tongue:
A Clip
Harry Boyle's one-room, one-chimney house
With its settle bed was our first barber shop.
We'd go not for a haircut but "a clip":
Cold smooth creeping steel and snicking scissors,
The strong-armed chair, the plain mysteriousness
Of your sheeted self inside that neck-tied cope —
Half sleeveless surplice, half hoodless Ku Klux cape.
Harry Boyle's one-roomed, old bog-road house
Near enough to home but unfamiliar:
What was it happened there?
Weeds shoulder-high up to the open door,
Harry not shaved, close breathing in your ear,
Loose hair in windfalls blown across the floor
Under the collie's nose. The collie's stare.
(A poem too brief for a clear story i guess; surely earns my scrumptious nibbling that even if tone changes somewhere, would still lead me where it's headed, making me certain I'm safe beyond struggling. Or I dunno, please give it a shot yourself)
*breaks* sabay...
Could it be? That the Powerpuff Girls are an evolution of Astro Boy's female counterpart, or -parts? Look. Big eyes. The height. The boy flies, so do the girls. But he's one while they're three. He's a robot. They're not. (Or are they by one peculiar chance? guesses...) And except for the sole-blast I must add. Bothered about it just a pinch. A draft of my curiosity, if you want.


At dahil dyan, I'm suddenly impressed to have the shirt with the statement this punk --
Donations accepted, used or brand-new (talo-talo na, hehe..) or if you reserve the care to tell me where it's selling. It may be all over the place, some chicks just don't have the luxury of time to move around.
Teka. I can't get over this barako mode. Tamang-tama, magma-mayo uno na.. so it's time to labor for tons and tons ('kala mo naman) of charm to recover.
Tunay nga ba, na HETO! ang blog ng mga genuine pigs?