Alpha Male

do you know na i actually have a so-called alpha male in my mind. yup, he only appears in my dreams. at first i didn’t mind it but then he reappears again and this bothered me.

yup, i see him in school and i don’t like the way he looks at me. not that he’s staring, but when our eyes intersect…whoa…what ya lukin’ at joe?!

alpha male.

 

my first dream was when the women were to attend a seminar. note, its some kind of seminar though. it’s actually a breeding seminar. and we, women, were supposed to have a man pregnate us(pardon the term) and that man must be dead afterwards. yes it works like honeybees, where the drones die after. maybe this was because of watching Nicolas Cage’s “Wicker Man.” I really don’t know. but look at how my subconscious translated that into a dream. then i knew i loved him-my alpha male- and so he does not have to die. before a canoe(maybe a boat or vinta is much better than this word it reminds me of conrad stories) ferry them men to boundless sea, i threw him an apple(wow a biblical allusion-even my dreams are creative) to sustain him for days. i secretly told him that there really was an island where he could stay if he rowed hard. i told him that the tip part of the gulf can be reached. by that he promised that he would come back and my dream ended.yup it actually did and i was disturbed why he was there….

 

of all males-men rather…

 

then he came back in another dream. this time too wild to imagine. i had a friend with me and there were many of us. we were supposed to pose a kamasutra position(for crying out loud!!!are these my suppressed thoughts) i just made it a point to blame it to my asian lit class, where i was formerly bothered where in indian literature, kamasutra is in.uh-oh. then as my friend(keep her unnamed for pete’s sake don’t involve her in this blasphemious act) haha-posed with him-yeah, he was the only male there except for the gay photographer-a flashback(see even writing techniques enter my mind while sleeping, this is the advantage of learning creative writing) flashes(pardon the verb, it’s so WHATEVER) and i saw myself already posing with him and he smiling at it…yeah right. but i even questioned why we had clothes on while posing. it wasn’t really kamasutra, it was just posing sexy. i’m not sexy so why did i pose. i wasn’t in control. it was my subconscious…nice blaming.

 

so that’s when it ends. lately im seeing him around. i wish he won’t bother with me wondering why on earth he exists. he’s not bad to look at, in fact he’s good looking, but not yet for me. let’s keep him a secret, shall we or i’ll never attend school again.

 

petty mind.

alpha male?nope none for me.

Through the depths of Being

well,this blog serves as my back-up blog for everything else I’ve had in capriceless.I want to share my thoughts in the very depths of those beings-the human world. existencedawn-becoz I existed on the very dawn when there were no birds twittering on tree branches.It was I guess a melancholic time for a juxtaposed natality…wahhh nako kasabot sa akong giyawyaw diri help…hehe

The Love Life I Dreamt Of

I was also among the victims who was plagued by the Inuyasha fever when I was in High School. I have always looked forward to another continuation of the anime. I even dreamt of Inuyasha in my sleep. One thing I love about the anime is the characterization especially when dubbed in Tagalog.I felt the dominant persona of Kagome who had then become Inuyasha’s love interest.I like the attitude of Inuyasha for it is typical of males. He is cute and yet disarmingly good.

Without the supernatural or extraordinary stuff they won’t click as they are,don’t you think so?

Umbrella lyrics

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Umbrella lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three… Action)
Ahuh Ahuh

No clouds in my storms
Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank
Coming down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone, we Rocafella
We fly higher than weather
And G5’s are better, You know me,
an anticipation, for precipitation. Stacked chips for the rainy day
Jay, Rain Man is back with little Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna where you at?

[Rihanna]
You have my heart
And we’ll never be worlds apart
May be in magazines
But you’ll still be my star
Baby cause in the dark
You can’t see shiny cars
And that’s when you need me there
With you I’ll always share
Because

[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be your friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end
Now it’s raining more than ever
But we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh)

These fancy things, will never come in between
You’re part of my entity, here for Infinity
When the war has took it’s part
When the world has dealt it’s cards
If the hand is hard, together we’ll mend your heart
Because

[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be a friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

You can run into my arms
It’s okay don’t be alarmed
Come into me
There’s no distance in between our love
So go on and let the rain pour
I’ll be all you need and more
Because

[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be a friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

It’s raining
Ooh baby it’s raining
Baby come into me
Come into me
It’s raining
Oh baby it’s raining

Poem 1

On my Uncle’s Burial

On headstones are names,

To call no notice

not year, not month, not date

Nor that which drew-

A candle lit upon their beds.

Its who they were and what they are,

That made the others cry.

Into some age unseen,

Who knew it was not Time,

That plucked the man to die.

in a dream

it’s actually not a typical dream because it was something ordinary…

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