CIRCUSITCH

Been meaning to write a something something to the second man I ever loved: my George.
For those in the dark, George is my 15 year old car. Yep, he’s taking the PMR this year.
This love, like my other relationships, be it friends, or boyfriends, fools the society. They see nothing but how mean [...]

This is me 3 years back at the start of my 54 days of traveling with a huge bag and only 5 pairs of underwear. I bring them to the shower with me and dry them on top of my bag. The sun bakes them dry and stiff.
I like this picture because [...]

the need to be with my own self and foreign currencies and the feeling of being unsettled. soon, i promise.

1) Maps/Globes: I always love them. I could bury myself with just maps and my imagination will just explode. When I was a kid and I got so obsessed with maps I sometimes had to stop, close my eyes and relax because my head was pounding so hard with all the excitement of creating a [...]

so here goes, URTV style:
1) Guys with gymi-fied upper bodies. Please take note: YOUR LEGS. You have them for a reason, to be worked on as equally (maybe even more) as your upper bodies. Please don’t come to me and show me your toned pecs and triceps and deltoids only for me to look down [...]

Some things I figure out along the way of these first 6 months of 2010:
1) Tracy Chapman and the four non blondes singer should be bestfriends. And how many songs does she (Chapman) have to do on broke couples.
2) Notorious B.I.G is damn right: the mo’ money you have, the mo’ problems you get.
3) Which [...]

I need a calve massage;
to drain my lactic acid the fuck out;
you taste like brown sugar – and for a moment;
while your breath is hot on my neck, warm on my toes;
I forgot all about her;
when I’m running today.