Hellmouth Portal

I was nine years old when he first found me.

I sat on wet grass,
drawing circles by clawing the soil with a fat twig. I didn’t notice
him until his left shoe stepped on one my circles. I looked up. He
smiled.

He was as tall as the fancy buildings my Mama showed me
in pictures. He was thin as the fat twig I was playing with. Dimples
appeared below the corners of his mouth when he smiled. Papa used to
tell me stories about him with his guitar— Angels.

I stood up, smoothed the wrinkles out of my soiled white skirt, and asked, "Will you marry me?"

The Angel patted my head. He told me that first, I have to wait nine more years and second, I have to have a name.

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We all know that the Comic Relief always get the most brilliant lines.

So far, this is the most brilliant moment I love from the show that I’m always dissing… yet still watching, in pirated DVD anyway.

Hiro Nakamura:
"Save the Cheerleader, save the world." We failed to save her, so now we can’t save the world.

Ando Masahashi:
No, no. "Save the cheerleader." Then, "save the world."

Hiro Nakamura:
No, it’s an if-then statement.

Ando Masahashi:
How do you know?

Hiro Nakamura:
I was the one who said it!

Ando Masahashi:
Future you doesn’t count as you!

And then they stopped walking and looked at each other thoughtfully. Hahaha. Winner! With that in mind, welcome 2008.

BENNY
Mimi- I’m surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
(Who don’t adhere to deals)

They make fun -Yet I am the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?

Bohemia, Bohemia
Is a fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead

MARK
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say
our goodbyes

COLLINS & ROGER
Dies Irae - Dies Illa
Kyrie Eleison
Yitgadal V’ Yitkadash (etc.)

MARK

Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass- You bet your ass to-
La Vie Boheme

ALL
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme

MARK
To days of inspiration,
Playing hookey, making something
Out of nothing, the need
To express-
To communicate,

To going against the grain,

Going insane,
Going mad

To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension,

Not to mention of course,
Hating dear old mom and dad

To riding your bike
Midday past the three piece suits-
To fruits- To no absolutes-

To Absolut- To choice-
To the Village Voice-

To any passing fad

To being an us- For once-
Instead of a them-

ALL
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme

MAUREEN
Is the equipment in a pyramid?

JOANNE
It is, Maureen

MAUREEN
The mixer dosn’t have a case
Don’t give me that face

MR. GREY
AHHEMM

MAUREEN
Hey Mister- She’s my sister

MR. GREY
So that’s five miso soup,
Four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner,
Two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls

A BOY
Eww

COLLINS
It tastes the same

MIMI
If you close your eyes

MR. GREY
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?

ALL
Wine and beer!

MIMI & ANGEL
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, To curry Vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou

MAUREEN & COLLINS
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion,
Creation, Vacation

MARK

Mucho masturbation

MAUREEN & COLLINS

Compassion, to fashion, to passion

When it’s new

COLLINS
To Sontag

ANGEL
To Sondheim

FOUR PEOPLE

To anything taboo

COLLINS & ROGER
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage

COLLINS
Lenny Bruce

ROGER
Langston Hughes

MAUREEN
To the stage!

PERSON #1
To Uta

PERSON #2
To Buddha

PERSON #3
Pablo Neruda, too

MARK & MIMI
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em

ALL
La Vie Boheme

MAUREEN
And wipe the speakers off before you pack

JOANNE
Yes, Maureen

MAUREEN
Well- Hurry back

MR. GREY
Sisters?

MAUREEN
We’re close

ANGEL, COLLINS, MAUREEN, MARK & MR GREY
Brothers!

MARK, ANGEL, MIMI & 3 OTHERS
Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homo Sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,
Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana

ALL

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel- The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame- Never playing the fame game

COLLINS
To marijuana

ALL

To sodomy

It’s between God and me
To S & M

BENNY
Waiter…Waiter…Waiter

ALL

La Vie Boheme

I found this on a blog:

"Lucky is the man who is the
first love of a woman,
but luckier is the woman who is
the last love of a man."

JESUS! WE’RE ALL INSANE!

…Hypertext. That got me thinking about why we use Jesus’ name in vain but not Buddha or something… Haha.

Anyway. Still pimping.

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Today, I had been singled out from a herd of poser sheep.

Just what is it that draws a lion (or insert your choice of predator here) towards me?

I don’t pose enough.

Maybe
I should shower myself with "Oh yes I do know that author!" And swim my
way around to feigning I actually know what I’m talking about with the
nodding, half-opened mouth, and direct eye contact. Talk about left
leaning ideas and then model my way in a fancy cafe (or insert your
choice of artsy fartsy gathering area here) as I celebrate with my
co-artists the adrenaline rush of literature talk (again, your choice of trash).

Of course, I rant.

Because, yes, go on please, loving (future) artists of my (dying) country. Without you, our country may as well not exist anyway for I truly, truly, truly, believe you can control it’s culture… or attempt to, anyway.  But please. Please. Please? Do you READ MORE

I have three stories to share. Three. The amount doesn’t really give it
any value. In fact, my stories have no value at all. These are just
stories I deem interesting making it my stories. But these are just stories with absolutely no value at all so why bother to share?

You
might say, my imaginary reader, that you should be the judge of that.
Well, if so, and if you haven’t clicked the exit window button yet, I
would first tell the stories before commenting on … your judge-ness.

First,
though not really in a chronological sense of what happened today, is
my rant about my school’s miscellaneous fee. Under it are the fees for
"Library," "Medical" and such. But see, the thing I don’t understand
about it are the labels "Athletics" and "Cultural." Aside from I don’t
know where the hell I get or learn these in school, I apparently have to pay shining seventy five bucks for "Athletics" and fifty for "Cultural." The only theory that I can come up with is that I am paying for an invisible gym and I was asleep when they passed the law about paying for one’s own culture.

Now that makes sense.

But
it makes a little less sense when compared to the moment my head turned
exorcist-style because I saw a woman coming out from a men’s restroom. Read more.

Pimping my new homebase.

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Matagal-tagal naming inabangan ni kasin ang paglabas ng pirata ng Maskman. Noon pa naming inaasahang lumabas ito ng ibalik ng GMA7 si Shaider
pero natutunan namin na hindi ka talaga puwedeng umasa sa mga
korporasyong nakatali lang din sa ibang korporasyon, mas ispesipiko– Amerika.
Ang kaya lang tuloy ibigay sa’min ay ang mga walang katuturang bersyon
ng Power Rangers kung saan wala pa ring ikukumpara ang kanilang mga
special effects sa 80’s-90’s na Sentai. Sinubukan kong panoorin ang mga
Power Rangers na ito (mas ispesipiko, ang Ninja Storm) pero kahit na
pinaliguan nila ako ng sandamukal na robot, flashing lights, at o sige,
cute na mga artista, hindi pa rin nila naiparamdam ang kilig na ang mga sinaunang Sentai lang ang nakakapagbigay.

Maaaring nostalgia lang ang lahat. Pero bakit iba ang kilig na dinulot ng Maskman kaysa ng mapanood ko muli ang Bioman?

Sa
lahat ng makukulay na "bayaning" sinubaybayan ko noon (at mukhang
hanggang ngayon din naman, salamat sa You Tube), ispesyal ang Maskman
dahil ino-overread ko ito. Sinasabi kong mayroon itong katalinuhan sa
anyo at laman. Sa anyo dahil obvious naman ang ine-establish na plot sa
pilot episodes. Para bang pinaghandaan ang ending (hindi tulad ng
Bioman na pakiramdam ko’y pinagdesisyunan na lang ang katapusan dahil
gwapo ang anak ni Dr. Man). Kahit na ba state-the-obvious ang mga
linya, sumusubok na magkaroon ng complexity ang palabas. Hindi ba
nakamamangha ang kalabang si Oyobur?

Pupunta ako sa mga heswita,
nagkaka-kuliti pa.
Bow.

Simbolo,
ito ay simbolo.
Na ang tula
ay ang pagpuputol lang
sa ganitong mga linya.
At        para                  masaya,
may spaces pa.
Bow.

Finally. Sembreak.

So I started fixing my internet personas. Blogs and such.

I checked my photos to change my primary pic as a symbol blah blah
blah… when I found out I supposedly grabbed a pic from certain
person: http://profiles.friendster.com/51872601

I’m sorry if I’m supposed to know you but just friggin WHY and HOW did I grab your photo?

Or are you not real? Are you just an internet bug or something?

What also struck me was this section in your profile.

•      Affiliations:
      

  PREX26/IVCcoop/youngArtistofIVC

Errr. IVC? This IVC? Here IVC? You’re from here?! (Of fuck… Wait. Are you the daughter of our maid?)

I’m getting friggin paranoid. I didn’t access friendster from any
computer shops for the last few months. Does my password suck? Do I
need to change it?

Of if you’re our maid, how did you access my pc? It has a different password! Do I need to change it too?

Or did you sneak into my room while I was sleeping and I left the pc on so you decided to just use it?

But why would you want me to grab your photo again?

Now… I’m confused.

One thing I should learn from this though… Stop acting like an
arrogant airhead and actually memorize the faces of the people my mom
lets in the house.

Oh fudge. Do I need to know their names too?

Thank God for youtube.

I get it now. I get the whole dancing and shouting before killing the enemy thing.

The Sailor Warriors are witches.

They’re frigging witches. They do magic. They have to shout and dance because it’s a frigging ritual! Incantations! In the name of their respective goddesses/gods! Plus they have their familiars: Luna and Artemis!

*slaps head* And it took me what? Twelve years to figure this out?