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I am the girl who keeps falling asleep.

You’ve probably seen me but didn’t wake me.

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I am the girl who keeps falling asleep.

You’ve probably seen me, at the buffet line. Yes the girl with the distant look on her eyes while her right hand holds an empty plate and her left strokes her growling stomach to shut it up. Because she keeps hearing her mother’s voice in her head saying ‘You’re too fat dear’, ‘Lose some weight dear’, ‘Look at how you’re sister looks dear’,’ How will you get a husband if you’re bigger than him dear’. So she can’t do anything else but dream of taking a bite of that crispy lechon skin and how good all those calories will feel, those three servings of rice that will go straight to her thighs and accentuate her child bearing hips, and that slice of triple chocolate cake with caramel drizzle for that extra shot of serotonin to her brain, because god knows she needs to be happy with who she is and what she eats.

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I am the girl who keeps falling asleep.

You’ve probably seen me, snoring softly through a movie. Yes the one with a date all frustrated because he picked this movie especially to at least get to second base with me. A B-movie, campy, slasher flick with laser shooting vaginas and talking dicks, nobody wants to see but him and apparently me. But I wouldn’t know see. The lights were low and my eyes grew heavy like the weight of your arms around me. But as I jumped from one cloud to another, you jumped from one woman to another, from one bed to another, from one affair to another, until there is no more one way or another but to leave you for another, cloud who will share my dreams in broad daylight motherfucker.

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I am the girl who keeps falling asleep.

You’ve probably seen me, head banging on other people’s shoulders on trains. Yes the one you interrupt your camwhoring for to secretly take a photo of with your shiny 8MP phone camera that your daddy paid for. Which, you’ll then show your friend sitting next to you who also lives off her daddy’s bank account. Which she’ll then MMS to her boyfriend, her other boyfriend, her boytoy, her fuck buddy and her fuck buddy’s friend, who, at one point she did screw. Who will then add a witty caption like ‘Daydreamer on Board’ or ‘Shit! I missed by stop!’ or ‘What’s the difference between a politician and a whore?’ or ‘Oh! I know! This is what a politician does and gets paid for.’

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I am the girl who keeps falling asleep.

You’ve probably seen me, at Math class, the last girl in fourth row a little to your right, head down on her desk all the time. Yes the one who doesn’t know until now how to multiply.  And it’s not because I’m dumb or anything like any of the names you call me with like stupid, retard, and bitch. But because I’d rather shut my eyes and dream and dream and dream some more than find the value of X, whom I’ve concluded is the stupid, retard, bitch you must be referring to, if she can’t find herself her true value.

Talecraft cards via komikasi

I’m so excited to finally use my Talecraft cards for Promdifiction.

After introducing Che to Talecraft and seeing how excited she was by it, I’ve decided to make April Talecraft Month for Promdifiction. We’ve already had our cards and we’re going to post our stories each week of April.

If you want to join Promdifiction’s Talecraft Month, leave me a message here.

Don’t forget to rememblur!

~Annabs

VII. The Jack of Clubs Speaks to His Queen

I am leaving now.

I am coming back to the city to find you.
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While everyone was at Eraserheads The Final Set Concert, my friend and I were at Mag:net High Street for A*Fest. Made some new friends and listen to a different kind of music. After reading this last part of Enuh’s Untitled Short Story Circa 2007 give these bands a listen.

• Everybody Loves Irene (Indonesia)
• Q (Japan)
• Velvette Vendetta (Hong Kong)
• Chochukmo (Hong Kong)
• Sleepwalk Circus (Philippines)

Good stories + Good music = Love.

~Annabs

V. The Jack of Clubs Speaks to His Faithless Queen

In this place, I like to think that I don’t need you. One day flows into the next, and I hardly give you a second thought.

I come here because it consoles me. Breathing the city means breathing you. The day-to-day bewilderment, the randomness of the billboards along the highways that rise to meet the stars, the daily struggle for a seat in the train, a window of five minutes to avoid a deduction for tardiness, the glamorous Dionysian parties on weekend that I read about in magazines - I cannot abide by such cosmopolitan madness.
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Here we go Monday.

Today I’ve decided to greet Monday with a smile. After being able to do things that I love last weekend (jogging, Death in the Land of Encantos screening at UP, Organik Musik at 70s Bistro, late night drinking sessions, Wii cafe escapade with friends, etc.) I think it’s only proper to continue my weekend happiness.

So in the spirit of all things happy I give you another double feature of Enuh’s Untitled Short Story Circa 2007.

Start your week right. Try to rememblur.

~Annabs