or more like dancing with knives on top of our heads and spitting fire at the same time. The spitting part, I wish I could actually do and I secretly pray that I could direct it to someone’s face.

Why the glaring red mood? I am not known for being timid and shy and nice. NO, those words do not apply to me. I could get bloody murder once provoked and I swear I am not exaggerating things. So what the hell am I angry for?

Beat me. I am sore because of the unfairness of life in general, the incomprehensible lack of logic of the adult worldview, the void and nothingness that has become the prevalent substitute for the human brain. I cannot make up for the chasm and so I speak in tongues.

I love doing certain things and I take pride in doing them. I cannot understand how some people take pride in undoing things - relationships, mores. I can understand the idea of ass kissing but I cannot appreciate its dynamics. You lick ass now and what? Polish your behind so people could kiss both buns when it’s your turn. I can understand the mutual satisfaction of a blow job, of cunnilingus but no sir, not with ass-kissing.

And I take pride in giving someone the satisfaction of a job well done - with the use of my hands, produce of my brains, tricks of my tongue but not with the empty comforts of words.. of words.

…and this time, without the sarcasm

The above is what my hubby gave me for our anniversary. I got it this morning and now I see why he told me last Saturday that he wants to be my baby - older sibling to una and birdy. To some Freudians, it might raise some eyebrows but I find it cute.

Today, a year ago, I walked into PTV4 office to join CSM (part-time). The elevator ride to the 15th floor made me dizzy and now, I still feel dizzy.

Here are Una’s old baby pictures .