my cup overfloweth

i remember how i used to stare at your older brother while he slept and it's as if the world inside of me would explode through my chest.

i don't remember the day you smiled at me for the first time, the kind of smile that wasn't just gas or a guardian angel chat. i made you smile and you made me feel like the most beautiful person in the world, lighting up your world. and in your eyes, the world was everything. and i was at the center of it.

how many times have i used your helplessness as an excuse not to get up, just so i can feel your body against mine, pliant and trusting in my arms, your warmth bringing sweet lassitude into my limbs? i have often prayed that you stay little and angelic forever, my perfect doll.

when your kuya embraces you, soothes away your tears, scolds me for kissing you too much, i am in a place filled with light and joy. those are moments when god leans over and winks at me, as if saying, "ain't life great?"

i live for a thousand and one moments, and they all contain you, kimi, and your kuya mikka. i will not survive if each time you smile at me, or your kuya is overwhelmingly sweet, is counted as nitroglycerine in the cutest purple bottle.

jon is my man

the poor you have always

this topic is too close to my heart not to push to the forefront of my internet splashes.

i don't normally announce when i've written articles elsewhere in the net, but this time, i'd like to send you over to blogkada to read what i and the other berks have written about poverty

(if you want to see the entire site and entries, click here)

of course i'm working with the premise that you are with me here. i've been getting more hits at multiply; maybe that's where i should announce this. pero hindi bagay don kaya dito na lang. hahaha