Chasing Ironies

Archive for August 2008

My little mirmo.

You’ve grown up too fast,

and learned too many things at once.

Can’t believe I have to say goodbye to you soon. 😦


Last night, Caloy and I played counterstrike. It’s something we’ve talked about months ago, back when we were just friends. And I don’t know why, but I seem to be craving it more than anything yesterday. So he gave in, and we had a short game after dinner.

i like. ^_^

i like. ^_^

All right, so I got slaughtered. =) I should have believe him when he said he’ll make mincemeat out of me.

But I didn’t mind. In fact, I enjoyed it. Had I been my former competitive self, I would have pouted all the way home. Hahaha.

And now I have a counter strike hangover. Dang.

(Forwarded by my boss. For people who enjoy one-night stands. hahaha. )

Sex Without Love

by Sharon_Olds

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other’s bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health–just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

I am in love with two guys.

No, there’s no competition between them. I love them for different reasons. They both complete me, in their own extraordinary ways.

The first I fell in love with just some time ago. He is my exact opposite. He draws, I write. He’s usually indifferent, I’m overly romantic. He hates going out, I’m a certified gimikera.

We’re too different. Yet he can brighten my day in the simplest ways. Like how he tells funny jokes and stories to amuse me or annoy me. Or how he cuddles me when I’m having one of my I-am-pissed-don’t-talk-to-me moods. He’s sweet like that, and I so love that about him.

There’s no words to describe the second boy. He’s precious and I ADORE him. And with his tight hugs, random questions and butterfly kisses he makes me fall for him over and over again. It’s just sad that I have to say goodbye to him soon. He’s moving very far away, and I doubt we’ll see each other again. I’m going to miss him so much.

These two boys complete me. In their own unique way.

Here they are.

my Caloy and Jeraint, my favorite baby in the world.

my Caloy and Jeraint Gustav, my favorite baby in the world.

‘kala mo kung ano noh? =P

Hahaha. I just want to immortalize this picture. It’s perfect, for a lot of reasons. I don’t think I’ll capture another moment like this again.

I love this kid!

His name’s Angelo. He’s only six years old, is in First Grade (my sister told me, he studies at the same school where she does) and yet, he knows how to rock the stage. I kind of imagine my future son being like him (hahaha).

If only all the little boys in the world are like him. sigh.