32 Flavors

Squint your eyes and look closer

I'm not between you and your ambition


I am a poster girl with no poster,

I am 32 flavors and then some.

Alana Davis ringing back to my ears the entire weekend. You can only imagine how my mind's been racing all the while. This squeezing up thing

I was thinking of going adjective picking til I come around 32 of them. But then I guess that was way too cumbersome; plus I might only end up having hasty synonyms and do not get the thought across.

Yes. Get something across, the most obscure way possible.

It was quite a restful weekend. We got someone to the laundry; Sai and I have been pretty prente it got Mama pika. More than Fr. Noel's homily is her version of a shut-your-mouth-up-Sunday morning. Manay Po 2 was quite a sidetrack. I could only go on laughing.

Saturday's special though. I thought it was a good head start. Well, if that could actually qualify as that. I mean head start- its context alone.

How many times could one actually say it's some kind of a head start when there's no end, nor a pause for that matter?

Oh well, that's a downplay right there.

Nonetheless, it doesn't change a thing. Ever.

Now that's a risk right here. Having spilled myself all over again.

Or have I been such a gimme? A gimme with the right motivation at that.

I'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might turn your head.

Cause someday you're going to be starving and eating all the words that you just said.

I'm taking my chances as they come.

32 flavors and then some.

(Singing my heart out. As always.)