if only….

Posted on April 14, 2006 by hitwoman.
Categories: hard, deep and slow......

till now…. i always got by on my own,
i never really cared until i met you……

heart’s “alone” crashed into my auditory receptors hard and piercing. and all of a sudden, i’m back there.

dark and smoky, the room filled me with a sense of heaviness as murky as the night ahead, i adjust the microphone to my height, sit on the high chair, and pull back my braided hair. i clear my throat, and i open the song with a sad whole note.

the bar is filled with half-drunk men and women, each table immersed in their own conversations, till my voice penetrates their senses.

it felt like springtime on this february morning……

the noise melts down to the sound of guitars, and bass line plucked by my bass god, and my voice adulterated with nicotine and red horse tickling the melodies…

you light up another cigarette and i pour the wine…..

10 songs per set, 3 sets per night, 6 bottles of red horse, half a pack of marlboro, at 14, it would have been too much for me. after the gig, i would have to use my talent in sign language to make myself understood, hoarse horse that i have become. but i withstood. i ignored the throat ulcers, the raw eggs i had to drink, the bitter medicines, just so i could sing. i loved the night life, i loved the attention, i loved my band, and i loved the music. for 3 hours, i am on stage. and i am a star.

amidst the whirlwind of my youth, this episode of my life was the most meaningful and yet meaningless, happy yet sad, memorable yet forgettable.

now if only …….

“batang - bata ka pa at marami ka pang kailangang malaman at intindihin sa mundo…”

26 things i learned in my 26 years

Posted on April 10, 2006 by hitwoman.
Categories: hard, deep and slow......

do we still have the time to look at ourselves in the mirror and really look?
do we really look at what is within and without us?
do we see the wrinkles and the reasons behind them?
do we see the lines around our eyes and the laughter that made them?
do we look into our eyes and see what those eyes saw?
when we look at ourselves in the mirror, do we see what we have learned so far in our lives?

i am an old soul. battered, tattered and broken in all the right and wrong places. this bytch here did not earn the name by being inside a candy house. i am an old soul. i have seen hearts trampled to pieces, caused the breaking of several i myself passed by, i have seen death, i have seen life. i have given life. i ought to have learned a lot. but i am not even sure if what i learned will amount to anything much.

but these are the things i have learned so far. well, a round up of them.

26. familiarity breeds contempt. no need to elaborate.

25. i learned that friends will come and go. but those who are there even after you have said nasty things to them, threw bottles of beer at them, curse them and physically injure them, are friends for keeps. and you are an asswipe.

24. your self-respect and other people’s respect for you diminish each time you borrow money from them. borrow and pay with interest. on time. this way, you retain 67% of their affection and respect.

23. i learned that men prefer being abused. if you grovel at their feet, and fulfill all their wishes, and cater to their whims, they will leave you.

22. books are constantly there. they will never leave you . they will be available for you anytime. and so books should never be given more importance than your loved ones. because books will always be there. your loved ones wont be.

21. people lose respect for you when you are too drunk to stand up from your mess. you also disgust them when you do crazy stuff because you are too inebriated to know reason. drink happy. or do not drink at all.

20. your family is nature’s way of ensuring you have friends. they can be abused, emotionally maimed and temporarily forgotten, but remember that until the world ends, you will always share their blood.

19. Greed will bury even the lucky eventually.

18. Time heals all wounds… regardless of how you feel right now.

17. Milk, when spilled, stains the carpet. Of course there is reason to cry. and reason to rub the carpet until your hands are raw. But of course, there is more reason and sanity in just burning the freaking carpet altogether.

16. in the race to bossdom, we trample little people. woe unto you when those people get to bossdom first.

15. boredom and lethargy is the root of all evil.

16. evil is the juice of pain that stewed into revenge.

14. in reality, a man is more passionate about and with a mistress, than when he is with his wife.  this is why i may never marry.

13. money, when held, burns. money when spent impulsively, never returns.

12.Your actions now create memories you will reminisce and talk about in your elder years.

11. Life based on a moment of happiness for a lifetime of pain is a life of constant emptiness.

10. The best way to a man’s heart is through your tongue on his dick.

9. Your weaknesses will be made into strengths by people who knows how to exploit them.

8. Taking ownership of failure builds the foundation for success. But other people insisting that you take ownership for a failure that is not yours builds the foundation for a psychotic.

7. Kindness and hard work will take you further than intelligence. Which means that when you are smart, you are a loser. and those ahead of you are idiots.

6. It is wise to hold back, especially when she takes her time coming. If you can not hold back, prepare your tongue and finger.

5. Satisfaction is relative to the satisfaction of he who satisfies you.

4. Your offspring is your proof of existence, and living proof of your worth. If your child grows up worthless, you will not die worthy.

3. Being fat is not easy. No matter what all the other fat people say, it is not okay to be fat. You miss a helluva lot of things, like being able to try all 168 sexual positions.

2. I learned and believe that each and every single interaction we have with anyone is an opportunity to touch other people’s lives and be touched in return. So we need to mind all our actions because we may hurt and destroy lives without knowing it.

1. I can only survive so much pain. But pain can not survive me.

avec tout mon coeur, merci

Posted on by hitwoman.
Categories: hard, deep and slow......

these people proved me wrong. i had a very happy birthday

dave–time and again you showed your love in your own way. for not minding that your hands are burnt, torn and sore from opening the oysters, and chopping all those onions, and frying all those chicken skin, and steaming those heavenly siomai, and being nice to our guests, and looking after belle, and drinking my turns, and laughing, and kissing me, and making me laugh, and for simply being there. for all these and more, i kiss your feet and your ass, and i give you 728,409 of my stars.

belle–i love you and i give you my all. thank you for making mommy’s life worth living. you are my joy and my life.

mi familia–for greeting me even though it is against your faith to do so. for bearing with me these past 24 years. my affection is unwavering. i pray to my gods for your happiness and everything else. though my gods dont know yours. :D
my auntie bobong and uncle rex–you are family, and i appreciate your presence more than the chocolate mousse cake that you brought, though i loved that too. i pray to my deities that you be given 12 children to complete your life more.

raya and prime–i offer 32 species of flowers to you, my wonderful friends. the honey coffee cake you brought , just like last year, is so deeply appreciated and satisfyingly masticated. you will be in my last will and testament.

angel and ding–angge, my parties will never be complete without your loud voice, and your laughter, and your tears. ding, angge will never be loud and happy without you. so i thank you both for completing my parties. and i thank you for loving me as your friend, and for being a part of my life. i pray that you be given 618 cars this year.

chris–being your friend is a great experience. you brought me one big crema de futa cake, that everybody loved.you brought me fettucinne when i ran out of pasta.though these are not the reasons why i am fond of you, these are part of the reason why my birthday was happy. you love my cooking. and i love you. i wish on my next falling star that you be showered with more ass to *uck. :D
ian–although you missed out on the inuman, i still appreciate the fact that you spent time with me, even though you are on hibernate mode again. your presence is always cherished, and i still am sore with you for not going back. may the fairies grant you a new girlfriend who will take care of you more than you take care of her.

dennis–a friend for almost two years now, you spice up my life without making it too hot to handle. you stand in my periphery, and share my life subtly. now you did not miss my party, unlike last year( though you tried to make it the morning later with ice cream and vcut). i knew that you were sleepy and tired, going to the party straight from work and gym, making it still to the inuman (my god, do you even breathe to rest?) , i appreciate you. my gods tell me that they will keep your ass open this year.

TO ALL OF YOU………..

je t’aime et moi devez-vous tout tellement beaucoup avec tout le moi et extrayez, merci

te quiero y yo débale todo tan mucho con todo el mí y mine, gracias

i love you and i owe you all so much. with all of me and mine, thank you

goodbye first quarter

Posted on by hitwoman.
Categories: hard, deep and slow......

i made a sketch of my left hand, and noticed how my hands have changed. last time i really looked at them was a couple of months back. oh yes, i do love looking at my hands, but lately i have’nt been paying too much attention to them, except when dave and i are doing stuff with our hands. now, they are still candle-shaped, and nice, but more veins are showing, and the joints are a bit swollen. the signs of aging. and it’s scaring the shit out of me.

i was wrong. i do not have a sad life. as a matter of fact, if i lay out my 24 years to you, you would say that i have lived a very interesting life. i started out early, you see, and so i accumulated myriads of memories, not to mention countless men. aherm to that.

what did i do with my 24 years?

* was born a peculiar half-human, half-bytch
* learned how to read at 3,
* was a liar and a thief by 4,
* then went to first grade at 5,
* started cutting classes by then so that i can go to the school,village and city libraries. at 6 years old
* had my first crush by 6
* then hunted and haunted libraries starting 2nd grade,
* then i had my share of school medals and awards during my grade school years,
* got tired of school altogether when I got to high school,
* had my first bottle of beer at 10
* started working as a radio host by age 11
* had my first tattoo when i was 12, (now i have 8 tattoos,)
* had my first boyfriend by 13
* smokes professionally *wink* by 13 and a half :) * had a professional stint as a band vocalist by age 14
* drinks like a sailor by this time
* lived independently from my parents by 14
* wrote several songs and numerous poems
* went to college and lived alone by 16
* failed college
* lived and worked for a radio station in davao
* was somehow engaged at 18
* stopped singing
* got pregnant and was abandoned by 20
* gave birth to nylxze danyaelabelle alvyette at 21
* worked for a security group
* was shot at
* almost shot someone
* is was a member of a gun club
* worked for a law firm
* moved to cagayan de oro
* worked as a local tv host
* had more than 20 serious relationships (and this is no boast LOL)
* was in 14,911,711 embarrassing situations
* now loathes guns
* lived in approximately 2 houses each in 9 provinces and 12 cities
* lived in approximately 25 houses all over the philippines
* travelled to most provinces from manila southwards
* working for cvg
* is living happily with belle and dave and our fish noname.

now this is a rough draft of my life. a cold and rough draft. i left the juicy details out of this entry, lest my daughter gets to read it in the future.

boring? you may think so. but i believe that i lived a spicy life, and honestly, I am happy with how my life turned out.

and so with the celebration last night, i said goodbye to my first quarter, my first 25 years, and hello to the beginning of the rest of my century.

yes, bytches live for a hundred years.

happy birthday to me

Posted on April 8, 2006 by hitwoman.
Categories: fuckaroos.

it’s my birthday today. nobody greeted me, except my daughter. which is sad.

sad life.

anyway, you are invited to my party at my place today, if you find the time, and if you find my place. LOL.

ok. sad life.