THE TEIG

The Best Philippine President, Ever.

That Satur Ocampo is an asshole.

I see he likes to turn a blind eye on progress. Really, communists are sick in the head. I can’t speak for Marx though; it’s a pity to see his life’s work misinterpreted by silly little people the way it has.

tsk.
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The pangulo was very vocal in her speech to da’ natiooooon this afternoon.

Ms. Speech-Writer did her Excellency very well. That smile on her face was priceless. Hey, her anger may have been the subtext, but politicians make careers out of pretense.

The Mole was a very happy camper by the end of the speech. An applauding congress, ten standing ovations, the sound of progress and will someone refer her to an orthodontist at St. Luke’s?

POETRY: A Stringent Love Affair

I got your number
out of fear
of rejection

I was kinda shy at first,
pretty shy, if you must

But you—
touched me and told me
it was fine to be myself; so I was relieved

You rang me up
a bootie-call at
1 A.M the other day

You took me by the hand
by the cup, by the prayer
by the cigarette stand

You took everything away
everything but yourself; your fingers still linger
you were the best thing

My dearest love affair
how’ve you been
where’ve you gone
what you done
will you listen?

I saw you at midtown
having coffee
with your buds
the other day

I did say hi to you.

—T.A.P.V July 26, 2009

Indi-fucking-vidualism

I know myself more than I do my friends.

While It’s a “thing” to be in a relationship with a penis, it’s another “thing”

to be in a relationship with yourself.

See, it’s not all about friendship… not all about best friends and who-keeps-the-longest. It’s more about self-love and being selfish, it’s more about trusting your own instincts, in believing in your own person, in trusting yourself—

—because in the end, there’ll be no man/woman/wife/husband/son/daughter to love you the way you do your “Self”. Stop trying to be in fashion…stop keeping-up-with-the-times…live your life the way you want to—ignore the elephant in the living room and just keep on going.

If you love you enough, you’d have read past the complexity of this entry. It’s a ballet of words and I love it.

P.S the dreaded 21 mark is nearing. And I’m having a ball.

Itchy Vagina

I was at the Funeraria Paz from noon till late afternoon today interviewing dead folk for an investigative research paper I’m entitling “Blowjobs in the afterlife: A study on the sex lives of sinful souls”

I’m joking.

But yes, I did spend most of the day in a funeral parlor in Manila, writing bad verse for my empty journal. In between writing and fooling around with the cemetery-bitch, I played cry-wolf with a terrified three-year old. halavet.
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Penis Envy

Hey ho, hey yo
come to cum a party
come to cum a soul

I’m morbid like I’m hot
chinky, chinky, gook, gook

You think you’ll live forever
—you’re a second class act

You smell like Jo’ Malone
your wife IS Jo’Malone

You were swell in your twenties
You were whoring in you eighties

—But I loved you really muchly
hope you’ll love me till we part.