Dead people's coffee tables...

It's quaint, and roughed-up in all the right places. I want it, even if it means I'd have to wedge it in some inconvenient area where the front door would most likely hit it. I want it as badly as I want to be reincarnated in some burlesque dancer's body at the Crazy Horse on days when I'm just a little a bit sauced. I could just picture CJ nattering on its apparent ugliness as well as my indefatigable ability to eliminate my precious little of unused space with yet another piece of junk.

I run my hand over the scratchy burls and feel the previous owner's essence settling on the ends of my fingers. He was a quiet sort of man, moderate in his habits, fond of buying meals along the shops at Cherche-Midi. He enjoyed a mugful of coarse toddy every so often, and he didn't quite see the use for coasters. He piled his coffee table high with books, since he didn't keep a shelf.

I want to ask him, which of these books will you never read again? How many of them are just stale props to show visitors how much culture you've imbibed? If I were to take away these books, would you feel barren, uncultivated? Would such an act provoke you, transform you? Will I be able to see your heart as it was before it got lost in the frenzy of accumulating the knowledge you thought you needed?

The disquieting feeling never quite leaves. Won't you take me? I've been waiting for someone like you.
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Come under the blue brocade sky...

Jai Ho

Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley

Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley

Jai Ho

Ratti ratti sachchi maine jaan gawayi hai

Nach Nach koylon pe raat bitaayi hai

Ankhiyon ki neend maine phoonkon se udaa di

Gin gin taarey maine ungli jalayi hai

Eh Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley

Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley

Jai Ho

Chakh le, haan chakh le, yeh raat shehed hai

Chakh le, haan rakh le,

Dil hai, dil aakhri hadd hai

Kaala kaala kaajal tera

Koi kaala jaadu hai na

Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley

Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley

Jai Ho

Kab se haan kab se jo lab pe ruki hai

Keh de, keh de, haan keh de

Ab aankh jhuki hai

Aisi aisi roshan aankhein

Roshan dono heerey hain kya

Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley

Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley

Jai Ho!


Congratulations to one of my musical heroes, AR Rahman, on winning the Academy Award.

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Hung up

...

"I asked her, how do I know? And she said, if she's in love with you, she'll leave. If she loves you, she'll stay."

She grimaced. "Huh. Way to go asking my grandmother."

"I'd ask her any day. You know, she's as good at dispensing craggy wisdom as any shrink worth his couch. Better, perhaps. I got it, alright." He shifted the phone to his other hand and cleared his throat. "In fact, I'm planning to see you soon."

"Well, of course. We've agreed to meet up here on the way to --"

"Nope, before that, babydoll."

"Oh."

"Oh?" She couldn't tell whether he's teasing or not.

"Uh, you know - oh like, should I be freaking out or something?"

"Hmm, that depends." His reply carried hint of amusement.

Her brow furrowed. "You're being very...cryptic."

His voice dropped. It grew somber, rushed. "Am I? Anyway, I'll call you as soon as I'm booked. Gotta go now though. Love you."

"Wait --"

Click.


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I...

(part of the Beeb's EgoCentric challenge )

I AM Leah's younger sister dreaming of a favor-laden apricot in a Nara meadow.
I WANT to believe a parallel dimension is created whenever one makes a choice
I LEARNED that I don't always have to know where I'm going next when the time comes to get a move on. I just summon a dash of cavalier and bit of improvisation and all'll just be peachy keen.
I HAVE no friggin' idea, but I can take a pretty damn good guess as to what it is ;)
I WISH I COULD stare with the vacant optics of a woman so utterly smitten.
I HATE long-ass talk, the kind that makes one lose sight of what really matters.
I FEAR the dark places of my mind, those insidious paths and spaces where I can easily get lost.
I REGRET nothing.
I LOVE it that no moment of love is in vain; it's within that moment that makes our time in this world sacred, and keeps us calm in the implications of forever.
I SOMETIMES like to hear certain things to make a bad day bearable. S'ok, I got you is at the top of the list. Strangely, point one four one five nine two six five also helps.
I DANCE until I hear my heart drumming crazily in my chest: fast, too fast, but so, so, so alive!
I SING like a jittery mess of bad dreams following me out of clumsily thrown-off covers into the backwash.
I CRY when I see a solitary image of beauty in a world gone wrong.
I KISS with passion, hunger, want and need
I *HEART* someone na tarantado mag-isip at (mas!) guwapo pag galit :)


Freakin' nonsensical fun. I'm tagging them goose eggs next.
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For A.K.

I hope you like poems and puzzles. Good luck wit' this, genius :)

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toning down the rhetoric

I don't need to agree with somebody in order to respect that person. I won't demonize you or depersonalize you into something less than human just because you went against a value I hold dear. If I even start to think of you that way, I will also begin to think it's my right to get rid of you and all others like you. I don't want to go down that path. I believe you're still worthy of dignity.

Peace out, slut.

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My next vacation...

Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, Africa

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My darling,
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I noticed how your capacity for fun is completely shot these days; work's become quite a nasty habit of yours. So I'll take it upon myself to drag the both of us out of our well-ordered world. Check out my treat:
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In Zimbabwe, Africa, a popular attraction is Victoria Falls, cascading from a height of 128 m.
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People can swim as close as possible to the edge of the falls without falling over, in a location known as the "Devil's Pool."
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So what do you say? This is as great as falling out of airplanes!

I hope you'll show the slightest inclination to escape for once from your tiresome fix. I don't care if it's Paris.

I've got tickets and reservations on the ready. I'll be waiting.
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Love,

CJ
. . .

Well, you know me. Always looking to live life on the edge.

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