She is obsessed. Determined to have that perfect size. She isn’t even big to begin with.

Her boobs are perky, her waist an hourglass shape and she’s got gams that goes on and on! So all in all, I’d say yawza!

Unfortunately, she doesn’t have the perfect vital stats and that’s what’s messing with her head. It’s not enough that all the guys would do a double take when she walks on by. She craves for the Penelope Cruz action from that scene on Woman On Top – where Penelope walks down the street and all the men would follow.

Come on! This isn’t Hollywood! It’s real life! The closest she can get to that is the double look and a smile from the opposite sex when she passes by. But that’s not good enough.

I would hear her complain that her jugs weren’t bouncing when she walks. It’s as if she wants her milky magnolias to look like they’re about to explode from her shirt. Plus, she thinks her legs look awkward because they’re freakishly long. She even whined about the small flab from her tummy when sitting down! Wow! Talk about vanity. That small flab kept her focused on having a crash diet. She’s starving herself to perfection and sometimes doesn’t even drink water at all! She fears that too much H2O gives her that excess fat. What kind of a ding dong would believe in such a thing??

That ding dong grew up fat. She loved to eat!! She was a cute chubby girl who would want to play with the others out on the street without getting tired easily or asking for a time out because the inside of her legs rubbed together. She saw her older skinny sister grew up with tons of boys calling her up and hanging around the house. She was ridiculed by little boys when she couldn’t run as fast. To top it off, she hated that she sweats too much! She found herself ugly and with that, she hated herself!

When she reached high school, she posted a picture of her chubby self on the mirror so that would be the first thing she’d see in the morning. She tried all kinds of diet and worked out non stop!

Finally, she lost weight. Lots of it. She killed the fat girl inside and she’s living in this drought until she gets to see the centerfold girl staring right back at her when she looks at her reflection in the mirror.

Despite the noisy background, the bluntness of my nature and the angry character, there is still a silence that surrounds me. The silence that I nurture. The silence that I vow to remain muted forever. Much like the small letter i. There is a strong yet meek dot that hovers above it. But it gets forgotten. Sometimes that dot is removed but we all understand that it’s the same letter. As for me, the silence that I treasure defines me. Even if it remains unknown, we all know that i is me.

Daily Prompt: The Sincerest Form of Flattery

The way Eddie Vedder’s ballads flow inside me is very much how Stone Gossard described how he took over the band – slow, gradual and respectful. But something happens at the same time. I melt with the song simultaneously. Together, we swirl in rapture, waltzing towards the infinite darkness of the outer space. The process of 2 entities transforming into one powerful being is in the works until I become the song. He invades my soul but the experience to me was totally tantric.
I am the song. I echo through the halls, vibrate on every corner, bounce up the ceiling and down the floor and travel in sound wave out the windows. My breath is the guitar strums, my feet are the beat of the drums. My fingers are bass slapping, my whole face radiating with energy is singing. But this is all mine. So when I start walking where I usually tread, I cut through the vibe in a weird piercing sound. I don’t belong. But Eddie and I, we blend. We blend real well. And it’s all right.

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I’m a very sentimental person and I hold on to a lot of stuff -from inexpensive trinkets to vintage finds. But this photo captures those that I baby the most.
First, of course, is my little girl who we just adore. She drives us nuts but keeps us sane too.
Most of the time, I tend to fly off to another world with my constant daydreaming but this girl keeps me grounded. I am in the ‘now’, aware of my surroundings and really discovering the amazing feeling of being a mother.
Next are my ukulele and guitar. I am a music lover. I drown in music, swirling in awesome cosmic vortex tunes. This is where I fly and get high in the beauty, rawness and soulfulness of rock n roll. Hopefully, I am able to translate how I feel from playing these 2 babies.
These are my soul uplifters and I treasure them with all my life hoping that all of you were able to find something that makes you glow and grateful for being alive.

Daily Prompt: It’s Friday I’m In Love

it used to be sheer bliss
despite my burning eyes because of sleepless nights
contemplating and replaying the times we’ve spent
as if drugged
my vision clouded with the sight of your face
… i smile
now my eyes are swollen because of sleepless nights
here i am.. reflecting on what happened wrong
and once again I’m here alone
with my soda, untouched
and my cigar, unpuffed
staring out… perplexed
and breaking down to sobs

Yesterday’s read swallowed Asti whole. The light tickled her feet but she doesn’t know. She’s more into Baba Yaga or Mother Gothel and they didn’t scare her at all. Instead she flew into the unknown. Eating candied houses with Gretel or slaying dragons and climbing towers. I originally planned to run away with my thoughts […]

I’m not one who’d patch up a hole or a rip on my clothes. I’d rather preserve the story behind the mishap. There’s just one thing, sometimes I can’t remember the story behind my frayed threads but I leave it anyway. It just adds to the antiquity and charm of it all. And besides, it’s more rock n roll.

I have read that a mirror only reflects 80% of the incident light. Try staring at your reflection at around 4:30PM, the time when the sunlight hits your room in a sexy way and gives a golden afternoon effect. You’d notice how your flaws aren’t amplified at all. In fact, you’re surprisingly stunning. The next thing you’d do after feeling so fly is to just wear shades, crank on Robert Palmer’s Simply Irresistable and dance, man. The world is yours.

My Yield album is in full swing and as soon as the Do The Evolution came blasting through my earphones, I automatically turned the volume up, shut the world out, shook my head and sang through clenched teeth. I am feeling the rage so I locked myself in a world where only Eddie existed. I surrendered to Eddie’s roars and I soar at the same time.

I catch my breath and settled to the now. But before my panting could even go back to its regular breathing, Low Light began blaring through my speakers. What do I do? I turn it up, shut the world out and I allowed myself to get lost in Eddie’s melancholic crooning and I am swooning at the same time.

Lazy cats on roof tops
concrete clad in dappled light
tumbleweeds a-rollin’
aliens are sleeping
hands of time in slow motion
everything’s on a hushed tone
rumpled cold sheets
Mama and Asti underneath