Mangyari Lamang

This is my token Valentine’s day post days early and without so much the bitterness and angst. As inept as I am in talking, writing, reading my own language, nothing moves me more than reading a piece of fine, fine writing. And I am sharing this with all of you because no other reading has made me cry as hard as this one did.

<3

Mangyari Lamang
by Rico Abelardo

Mangyari lamang ay tumayo
ang mga nagmahal
nang makita ng lahat
ang mukha ng pag- ibig
ipamalas ang tamis
ng malalim na pagkakaunawaan
sa mga malabo ang paningin

mangyari lamang ay tumayo rin
ang mga nagmahal at nasawi
nang makita ng lahat
ang mga sugat ng isang bayani
ipadama ang pait ng kabiguan
habang ipinagbubunyi
ang walang katulad na kagitingan
ng isang nagtaya

mangyari lamang ay tumayo
ang mga nangangambang magmahal
nang makita ng lahat
ang kilos ng isang bata
ipamalas ang katapatan ng damdamin
na pilit ikinukubli
ng pusong lumaki sa mga engkanto at diwata

mangyari lamang ay tumayo
ang mga nagmahal, minahal at iniwan
ngunit handa pa ring magmahal
nang makita ng lahat ang yaman ng karanasan
ipamalas ang katotohanang nasaksihan
nang maging makahulugan
ang mga paghagulgol sa dilm

at sa mga nananatiling nakaupo
mangyari lamang ay dahan- dahang tumalilis
papalabas sa nakangangang pinto
umuwi na kayo
at sumbatan ang mga magulang
na nagpalaki ng isang halimaw

at sa lahat ng naiwang nakatayo
mangyari lamang ay hagkan ang isa’t isa
at yakapin ang mga sugatan
mabuhay tayong lahat na nagsisikap na makabalik
sa ating pinagmulan
manatiling masaya
at higit sa lahat magpatuloy
sa pagmamahal

Said the <3s all over the world tonight

That time is upon us again. And I can’t help but feel a little nauseous (though I do hope that’s just the beans I had for lunch and not another bun in the oven). HA HA HA! Chalk one up for me in the “making things more awkward” column! Oh you know what time I’m talking about. That day when even the strongest single sheds an invisable tear because they’re technically not seeing anyone right now who they can’t have obscenely expensive dinner with and make googly-eyes at over a candlelit table. Can’t you just taste the palpable bitterness in the air? Aaaah. I love the smell of broken hearts and dashed dreams in the morning. It’s .. minty. *beams*

But to make things less dreary (and take some people’s minds off /wrist *coughClinicallyInsanecough*), I propose we play a little game. Wheee~! Yes, this game would be better played if we all were in a circle and fully naked with a few good shots in us, but over the internet will have to do. (Unless you’re really excited at the prospect of that party and decide to throw one of your own in which case, please don’t forget to send me an e-vite. I’m so there.)

Phrases and things most likely to be uttered in and around S.A.D. (Single Awareness Day) aka Valentines Day aka Stab My Eye With A Rusty Nail Day. See if you can identify who’s most likely to say what. *takes a swig of tequila* GO!

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Bloody hell!

Te amo.

She’s the perfect girl for me. I just can’t stand the temperature in __________.

I luffs Sharky!

*keeps quiet, keeps on drinking*

Jag älskar dig.

At least I know I look like sex that night.

Has anyone posted pics? With Mara’s exposed panties?

I’m so fucking horny. You busy?

I fuckin’ love you.

I want to be romantic.

No, I’ve changed. More than you’ll know

You’re the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason I can sleep soundly at night. Without you I am empty.

What about love? What about morality?

I think you should move on. I think we both should. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you though.

Who wants to see me topless?

So, how do YOU deal with it?

I love you too!

I want someone to want me.

FISTING?! FISTING?!

I want to eat pepperonis off your body.

You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved and I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.

Long distance sucks.

Catch my disease.

Sucky-sucky! Fay dollah!

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TIME’S UP! How well did you do?

ACK! A heart!

*stomps*

*squishes, splatters*

(He)art work by Marian Bantjes

The Plan: Milk and Cookies

It’s simple enough, a bag of cookies, a carton of milk, and the boob tube/DVDs. I am (almost) completely ignoring the fact that ’tis a Red Letter Day thus I am boarding myself up in my condo with my stash of edible and visual pleasures.

There is a twinge of pain when you realize that mocking stupid couples to buy into this shit is better done if you have someone with you. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut it. It is not just because I am bitter or jealous. Last year (when I wasn’t oh-so single and available *hint* *hint* *wink* *wink*), I also refused to go through the whole hoopla. It’s just like Christmas, if you can’t show love and generosity on a daily basis, don’t be such a hypocrite to show it on one out of 365 days in the year.

Some are choosing to spend theirs with significant others and others are choosing to spend it with a significant amount of alcohol. You know where to find me but you prolly won’t be able to reach me. I’m shutting off everything and shutting out everyone. No offense but this is the first time in my adult life (ie. freshman college until now) where I won’t have someone *special* to spend it with. Please, no tears. Tears are not manly at all. I’ll just be needing a few hours of staring contest with my television, gobbling a few million calories, and drowning in WHOLE milk *gasp* then I’ll be fine. I’ll have a cardiac arrest and a blood pressure that’s through the roof but I’ll be fine. No, really. Just fine.

THE Perfect VD Day Gift

If you are trolling for a gift for your whore, this is THE gift to give her. She will surely love it (though unsure of what to do with it. Should I drink it? It is shampoo?)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Happy fucking Valentine’s indeed!

<3

Since ya’ll know that the Day of Hearts (and the morons that house them) is fast upon us, I want to be the first to greet the pimps and hos a Happy VDay! I mean, hey, just because my life has crashed and burned, doesn’t mean that everyone else has to stop their pretentious rituals and reassess the more important things in life. By all means, buy out all the flowers in Holland Tulips or Flowers by Sylvia or Designer Blooms or those things being peddled by street urchins, those weeds that are they call roses, make Hallmark even richer, stock up on the cliched Cadburys and Rochers, make reservations at the fanciest place in the city, have dinner, dessert, and drinks, and shag all night long. Go. Do. My blessings are with you. Really.

I won’t hold it against you that you (and your partner) are idiots. I mean, who am I to judge? I’m sure that what you have is true love and the two of you will be together forever and live happily ever after. *snickers* So after the flowers have withered and left a decaying stench in your house, after you’ve put on 5lbs from eating all that goddamned milk chocolate, and living so poorly weeks after because of splurging for that ONE dinner *points and laughs*, and possibly contract an STD (Um, ew.), I hope that you open your eyes and realized that 1) no, she will not give up any of her shoes, 2) no, he’ll keep buying dolls and comics, and 3) your partner has, is, and will always be annoying. You just choose not to see it.

No, it’s not love, sweetheart. It’s called stupidity. And it’s a disease that I have the strong urge to purge from this world. *cocks rifle* So, who’s first?

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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m going to fuck you with a rake.