Tuesday, August 28, 2012


“She is Melusina, the water goddess, and she is found in hidden springs and waterfalls in any forest in Christendom, even in those as far away as Greece... A man may love her if he keeps her secret and lets her alone when she wants to bathe, and she may love him in return until he breaks his word, as men always do, and she sweeps him into the depths with her fishy tail, and turns his faithless blood to water. The tragedy of Melusina, whatever language tells it, whatever tune it sings, is that a man will always promise more than he can do to a woman he cannot understand.” 

From the book The White Queen by Philippa Gregory

Women are mysterious beings. They chose not to be, they’re just created that way. It isn’t a bad thing but they are often misunderstood - because men are creatures so often used to what they can handle, the pleasing existence, the tangible reality. Men usually cannot handle the mystery the envelopes women. And so, the cycle of attraction, jealousy, chaos and tragedy goes on and on.

Well, what can we do? We were made with this weapon; this aura of mystery.

S (with love)

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Michael Hoffman. Selected Poems. 8.20.2012


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

With you, not beside you.

The weight of waiting is caving in. - M

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Quiapo with Kenn

I went to Quiapo earlier to buy some materials. And unluckily, every dental supply store was closed. It’s a fucking Sunday. And unfortunately, all the owners are Catholics.

But I was lucky enough to have Kenn with me. We walked around. And I brought him to my favorite Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. The food was really good. If eating hakaw was a sin, I’ll be willing to die a sinner. Anyway, these are such great ukay finds. Especially the one on the left. And they’re just 75 each. Yay for Kenn. Can’t wait to see him wearing these.

P.S. I’ll make a complete post on my blog and I’ll link it soon.
P.P.S. Visit Kenn's blog here.


Saturday, August 11, 2012

She was a tidal wave.

A mix for calm nights, and chaotic nights too, for the troubled little soul. - M

Friday, August 10, 2012