Vaginal Realm

On my usual commute home via jeepney (yes, I do ride a jeepney), a 4-km ride up to Kalayaan Avenue costs P7.00. The exchange of goods between passenger and driver goes something like this:

"Manong, bayad ho. Isang Kalayaan."

Realizing what I just said, I thought to myself how easy such phrases are uttered by the unmindful Filipino commuter day in and day out in all parts of the metro. With a few nickel coins and an abrupt stressing of the vocal cords, one can get himself to Kalayaan without much hassle as say carbon dioxide poisoning and a few pounds less.

Ironic. The true essence of this word has been haphazardly used by warmongerers for time immemorial to push their personal agenda incognito in the name of nobility and justice. That sovereignty and governance, which should NOT have worked without the other, discreetly wages war over and over again in its sake. Kalayaan. Freedom.

"Manong sukli ko ho. Kalayaan lang." - you can even demand change when you think you paid more than what is due you. CHANGE. What a taboo.

But here in a busy Philippine metropolis called Makati, one can get to it within four kilometers and a few nickel coins. It's a cheap buy, I know. *lol*

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For the nth time, I'm on the hunt for a new place. That I haven't fully paid the purchase price of my current residence to my father still makes the house legitimally his, and that I could not kick him and my brother out of there even if I tried. Sieg is welcome to stay BUT as we would have it, we want to have a private place of our own and trust me when I say that these two aforementioned people are the last ones you would want to share your habitat with. I mean it.

So...off again I go to house-hunt. So far I haven't found one that would suit our requirements, to briefly enlist:

• Within the budget. Hopefully not more than 7k, if push comes to shove we're willing to pay 7.5k if it's worth it
• On a safe vicinity where I can go home after a day of overtime and not fear for my life. That also means no "illegitimate residents" nearby.
• Complete amenities, at least has its own power and water lines, and waste collection is regular and efficient. Nevermind telephone and cable service; I can provide that for my own.
• Baby-friendly - defined as quiet, clean, easily accessible via commute, and feasible for bubu's morning sunshine dose
• Of course, requires minimum renovation. As in we can move in immediately without having to worry about leaking faucets or door/window repairs

I have to find a place by the end of this month. Good luck to me. =(

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Found a place in Guadalupe Nuevo where I first lived out of college. To give an overview of the apartment, it has linoleum for a floor (God knows what's underneath it. I didn't want to peek), about 2 yards of newly-tiled counter for a sink, about 4 sq.m. of newly-tiled cubicle for a bathroom, a small open laundry area at the back, and two bedrooms upstairs. Sounds feasible? NOT! I realized that no matter how much paint you smack on its surface, a rat hole is still a rat hole. And for 13k/month, it is such a rip-off. Pffft.

I passed by my old apartment in the area, where everything is nice except the bathroom, and the monthly rent is only 8k though that was around 3-4 years ago. Too bad they have no vacancies today. Awww sad. =(

Next option please...and fast!

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I'm off to the Mandaluyong/Boni area tonight to look for a place. Jeezus, if only walking is not advisable at this point of my health...anyway I'm crossing my fingers that I'd be able to find at least one optionable option for a new home. Wish me luck.

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When I think of you, I keep remembering the first time we met. You looked radiant in that pink shirt. Your face was unusually void of the grim expression and your hands looked at their most supple. Right then and there I knew I could melt in those beautiful hands. The aura that surrounded you was phenomenally soothing to my rattled being, as if a warm wisp of wind was wrapping me from behind to lock me in an everlasting embrace and sing lullabyes until I fall asleep. Your being was exceptionally light and our conversations even more lighter but none whimsical. We talked about everything, from culinary knowledge sharing to economic debates, and at the end of each conversation you always left me wondering about one hypothesis: What if?

I never regret the decision to plunge and go for it. Go for you. Forgive me for still upping my defenses during our short dance. I knew deep in my heart that you were the one, that I will love you more than I have anyone else, and that I will not survive a heartache because this time I'm sure this is it, I can love unconditionally because here is a person worth of everything that I have and deserves nothing less. You never disappoint me in this, my love. As expected, you were everything that I hoped, wished, and prayed for, even more. I wasn't lucky; I was blessed.

The petty fights we have over what to cook for dinner or how to spend our coffers is always a fun thing to have. Why? Because it proves that we share things, and we give each other the right to pool our affairs together. It reminds me that I am not alone in this life, and all the days will be conquered because I have an extra soul to walk by mine. When you take away that scoop of ice cream from the table to save me the calories, I frown a bit on the foregone sweets but never on the sweetness of your concern. I'll give up all cakes and cookies in the world only if you'd take them away from me. Somehow you always knew how to spoil me the right way -- healthy, reasonable, practical, loving way. It was something only you could do. And you do it for me. Thank you.

Each night that we spend together is like a dream come true. I always wanted to be intimately beside you. To hear you breathe (or snore at times), smell your breath and your skin while you lie in deep slumber in my arms, feel your warmth clothing me as we lay in the darkness to wait for a new day together. As the sun rises I can feel regenerated by a thousand years of sleep because I had you to cradle me to rest. And as the light of day enters the window I thank the heavens for giving me another day to spend with you, my beloved. And as you kiss my belly before sleeping and upon waking, I realized that you have so much love in you that it becomes superfluous and my cup will runneth over up to flooding. Our child can never be lucky enough for having you for a father. She'll realize this one day, I know, and when she does she will look at you with fervor and adoration with the same hope as mine to reciprocate even a tiny bit of all the affection that seem to naturally flow from your being.

Thank you for the gift of everthing. I love you, Penha.

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