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gimme a pawfive


This little furboy is turning five today the 24th. He is quarter past his lifetime. Still 1.6 kg tiny, yappy and agile as a monkey.

Two months ago I watch in horror as a greyhound picked him up using his mouth and did not let him go to what seemed almost eternity. I was desperate as I hear him squeal. Miraculously my wee furboy got out of that ordeal physically “unscathed”, well, apart from some bruising. The greyhound’s teeth did not sink nor squashed his tiny frame and internal organs. As the vet said, he was very very very lucky. We were both very shaken though. Since then whenever another dog is near, regardless of the size, my heart would beat fast and my “pawmom protective” instinct goes on red alert.

But we have moved on and I am determined to continue to have little adventures with this fluffball.

Life may have shock me with its twists and turns,

moments you want to smile, instead felt forlorn

this heart undulated to the rhythm of near despair

but just as when I was breaking up into static

I found you, this cruel life’s loophole

a brilliant attempt to entertain

evoking mischief, but all winsome

blissful treat in the end

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Happiness or sorrow — whatever befalls you, Walk on. Untouched, unattached. -Buddha

Four decades later, she is still a work in progress. With heart (mostly) in her sleeves, fire in her soul and a massive mouth she cannot control. She is unapologetic of her existence. Fearlessly loyal, yet effortlessly let go of anyone and anything that weighs her down. She believes she deserves more what the universe thinks she deserves. To move, cross oceans, see places and meet people. The best, the most honest, the purest of love. Not only to be loved by others, but to be loved by herself. 


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precious Pinocchio

she is a rock salt dressed as sugar

gleefully dishonest

superficial charm her armour

she parades in fake cries

spewing lies as she breathes

constantly complaining she is tired

exhausted from her own concoction of lies

so habitual she is lost

and started believing her own twisted truth

creating drama is her sport

playing victim is her ploy

the un-favoured, the overworked

an “angel” always craving chaos

her importunate ways will drive you cray

(forced to) give her the right hand she demands

she will bite it as she feeds

and if your lucky, her ingratitude

will drain your spirit till it no longer bleed

she is a clumsy manipulator

wearing a see-through layered mask

leaving evidence in her tracks

but she has the effrontery to continue her act

showing up as she fraudulently scheme

dragging the innocent bun

so sickening

how do you manage to sleep

oh sweet mistress of lies and deceit


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B for Betrayal


“the soul usually knows what to do to heal itself. the challenge is to silence the mind.”


She shared deepest parts of herself to his magic mirror.

He knew her well, what she was, why she does.

They were less of a lover and almost brothers.

When the going got rough, he offered no shoulder.

And rather fled than rally to defend.

Once long time mate, was, a part time chum.

Time has passed, wound somewhat healed.

They are no longer friends, nor are they enemies.

They became strangers, with tainted memories.



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taking off



My current state of heart (inspired by the empowering text written and published by the great Portuguese Author, José Micard Teixeira)

I’ve never been someone who puts other people’s perception of me above my own or my family’s. I do not breathe to please.

I noticed I have simply lost the patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature.

I no longer waste time on anything that irritates me, or simply anything that connotes negativity.

And though I was never a crowd pleaser, I found no desire to be liked by those who do not like me, loved by those who does not love me, nor smile to those who do not want to smile at me.

I shy away from people who lie or want to manipulate and people with inflexible personalities. I do not want to be in the same room with, nor even wants to hear anything that plays pretense, embodies hypocrisy, and dishonesty.

I find it harder to stand pedantry nor any form of arrogance and most certainly uncomfortable with any kind of gossiping, coercion and comparisons.

To me there is no thin line between loyalty and betrayal.

And though I get along with people who know how to give compliments and word of encouragement, exaggerations give me the creeps.

I do things for my own pleasure with absolutely no regard to cheap praise. I have not become arrogant (I do not have a reason to be). I just simply found a new freedom. Freedom to anything that waste my time and does not deserve my patience.

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who I am and why I’m here

i’ve decided i have no bloody clue.

All I know I stumbled upon this side of cyberspace because of my love for reading. Then the raw emotions got me hooked and eventually found myself narrating my own.

I do not want to admit that I am writing to escape, but I do find myself here whenever I am jubilant or experiencing inner havoc. Maybe it is an escape. Or an expression. Or just plain boredom.

Thus my “what is this about” reads:

the metamorphosis of every experience into literature.
my haven when life gives me the middle finger.
the chronicles of simple cosmic events.
a witness to every orgasm.

for all intent and purposes, this is a story of my life
this is what will bring me back and somehow will remember me by.

this is where i will bleed and heal. 
it will be manic and depression evil twins combine.
i have labile spontaneous erratic thoughts and emotions.
i have occasional thought salad.
it will be i, me and myself.
so consider yourself warned.
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future ex



they spent days holding hands

exchanging naughty smiles in public places

he would whisper swiftly into her ears,

a soft voice that makes her heart ring 

his slightest touch in her skin, 

a silent scream for yearning

it seemed like there were no days, and time stood still

everything was wondrous, too good to be true

she was broken, he was beyond repair

they were happy together, together they only long to be

on the day she had to leave

he texted her while they were in the car

“will you come back”

“yes” she replied

by then they had fallen,

and knew instantaneously that yes this is a future heartbreak