The way lightning demands

June 13 evening, June 12 early mornin'

Inuman daw. Ako naman si sige. Woo. Parang walang pasok kinabukasan. Ayos.

Cantina muna, met Martin and Khaye and a purdy Lauren with her purdy dress. Then, we transplanted ourselves to Que Rico's because someone (coughPanchocough) couldn't handle the tsugsh-tsugsh rave-ish, mindless, likeohmygah-ness of it all. Sa bagay.

So. Que Rico's. Gigantinormous picture window with a view of the Marikina skyline, lightning creepy-crawling through clouds (minsan, it seems like the heavens would let out a fart -- just a flash of light, no visible currents, utot), the walk-able roof. Soundtrack namin, songs from beyond my grandparents' time. Songs na, siyempre, alam nila Ingkong Joel at Pancho. May interpretation pa. Wasak!

Ahem.

So, Joel, Pancho, Martin, Khaye, Lope, Yanna (I hope I spelled yer name right :p), John, Khavn, Lauren and li'l ol' me were drinking the night away (me with mineral water), na wari'y wala akong klase sa pilosopiya pagkaraan ng ilang oras.

Anyhoo. Productive naman po, ladies and gents. Renga!


Constellation of Life Unfolding

There are other stars to confess your name to,
other diaries that know your handwriting.
A breath on the page, like a shattered
constellation that lingers still. Flashes
scattered on one night sky, passages lost
between the crevices of memory, light
or its absence, nebulous metaphors
cooling at the tip of the tongue, spaces
between lines that your eyes fill
the way lightning demands the clouds
to let it through and us, to look at it.
Bottles flashes of life collapsing
in arrangement.



Me likey. :) Ayos ba? Yanna, Joel, Sasha, Pancho, Khaye and Lope. Amen.




PS
Christ, it's 2:07 in the freaking morning -- why the hell am I still Miss Perky McPerkins? UGH.