Mutual Aspiration
We trail giants like little ants when they follow the scent of sugar
Big, huge, cubes of sweetness that can't fit into tiny mouths.
Sometimes I like the way you borrow - you make it seem fresh and new
But when I realize the thought was never yours to begin with,
You stale and crumble like old bread wasting in summer.
And then *you* tell me the same thing.
We conjure air balloons and paper ones
And dream that a bright tiny point will flicker
And choose to be the sun of our lives
We only want to be read, someone said,
Extend existences infinitely like numbers
After the decimal point, as in Pi.
We're running out of
Words to say.
We're running
Out.
Light Up My Life in Paper Blooms
Instant office-picker-upper. How I wish I had one of these...
(Got them
here.)
The Devil Wears Ukay-Ukay
"I see you're still here."
Marni looks up to me from her monitor and says to me, "So are you. Weren't you supposed to leave for Thailand?"
"Yeah, that's next week. I have a whole week to pretend I'm
working in an exotic country."
"Well, atleast I get to party while you're out.. hahaha."
I wanted to say
As if it's any difference when I'm here.But shifted to "I interviewed the candidate for planner yesterday."
She unplugs both earphones from her head and widens her eyes in surprise, "Oooh! That cute Atenista is going to be part of our team?"
"I shouldn't have mentioned anything."
"But, really? How was he? Single? Looks very rich from where I see him. And I could smell his Guy Laroche wafting through the elevator...
Nakakaturn-on!"
"Did you say 'wafting'?"
She turns to the small mirror on the side of her desk, checks her lipstick and jzushes her hair. "You are going to get him, are you?"
"His credentials are impressive. Used to be a product manager for that french make-up company. He's verrry smart... he scored a 92 in the math exam I asked HR to give him, so no trouble with numbers there. He's active, very creative, precisely what that job needs. On top of that, he plays the guitar, piano, and violin! He also just about passed the brochure business simulation I gave him..."
"Are you sure
that simulation was business?" quizzically.
And me, very insulted. "I'm not a nyphomaniac like you, Marni. Anyway, he's someone I see I can promote in a couple of years to a higher managerial position. And yes, his looks are an advantage. It would only make dealings with him smoother, better, especially with the old maids for our counterpart in Thailand. Read that on MSN, or was that The Entrepreneur? We can ask the other teams to do whatever this guy asks them to do -- he only has to smile. "
"Ah, Obi Wan. The Force is strong in that One, ei? But admit it, he's sooo hot. How old is he?"
I looked up, trying to remember. Aha. "23."
"Sh*t."
"Let me guess.... I'll let him call you 'Tita Marni'?"
Head rolls. She's disappointed. I say to her, "I'll bring you spicy sampaloc when I get back? Yihii.."
"Just hire that nice decent guy, boss."
"Okay. But once I hear something, anything! Marni, I warn you, it's
you I'm going to fire, not him." I head to my cube.
Mutters "Bitch."
I yell to her, "Yeah, yeah. So are you!"
Borrowed Words
This is totally off topic.
Written in honor of rediscovery.
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BORROWED WORDS
Borrowed words, we cannot stand borrowed words.
They are painful like loans deducted from pay or
Charges hidden that cloud into stormy days,
Depleting funds of self-respect, draining margins of the unique;
Swelling interests, costings, losses;
Ballooning deficits of emotional feat.
Borrowed words would have to be paid
Never in cash (though good), but in kind of mind
And the terms are heavy, the annuities high
For every phrase, for every line, a pound of flesh
From your children and your children's pride.
The God of Origin is swift and just for
Borrowed words, He cannot stand borrowed words.
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Off to Thailand next week. No requests for sampalocs, please...
