eros the bittersweet

a great unraveling of endings and beginnings

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not just sandwiches

early this afternoon, nosh and i went to glorietta (after my shift) to 'search' for a gift for my sister, whose birthday we celebrated yesterday. we went around for hours and hours but failed to 'secure' one before we felt the need to nourish our ourselves. and since we cannot seem to decide on what to eat, we went to the one place that offer variety...subway.

subway actually refers to an underground path but this subway is a haven for those who seeks the freedom to satiate their craving. as we walked in, we cannot help but feel that it is like walking into your own pantry - with only the best, freshest ingredients to make one hell of a good sandwich.

nosh picked the tuna sandwich while i devoured a steak and cheese sandwich. aside from the many fillings you can choose from, you also have the option to put them all in either italian, wheat, honey oats and parmesan oregano bread.

the tuna sandwich makes for a very light and healthy meal (despite it being served on a six-inch bread). nosh opted to have all the veggies (except jalapenos) and a drizzle of vinegrette. i took a bite and knew right on that she made an excellent choice.

i, on the other hand, am a true 'carnivore' by heart...so i went for the steak. i asked the sandwich guy to put only onions, tomatoes, pickles and (a lot) of jalapenos on the loaf. it was a treat for my palate! that particular sandwich goes well with barbecue sauce (in case anyone of you wanted to try). by the time i was done eating, i was perspiring and felt like i just gave all my taste buds a death sentence.

despite this, i didn't feel queasy at all - i was happy with what i ate and i can't wait to get myself a sub again.

persian delight

nosh and i are at zaitoon right now. the surprising thing about my neighborhood is that it is a melting pot. the number of foreign nationals here increases every...i don't know...nanosecond.

zaitoon is a persian restaurant that sits comfortably right in the middle of leveriza street. we have always wanted to try their food but only found the time to do it tonight.

the restaurant offers a number of surprises: one, the kebab is really, really great. i actually think 'great' is an understatement. we just finished eating a wonderful dish which consist of heaping plate of jasmine rice, grilled tomatoes, hummus and beef/lamb kebab. two, the serving is so hefty that two people can share it...or you can choose to eat it alone if you are really famished. three, the staff is really nice - they are quick to attend to their customers' need and they know what each dish has in store for your curious palate. four, it's a cozy place - and with cozy i mean you get to nosh on your dinner peacefully without anybody attempting to bother you. being here transports you a different place - they have persian programs on the television. at first, the interior might confuse you as it calls to mind an amalgamation of old english, asian, industrial, fast-food set-up, but the authenticity of the persian atmosphere start to foam as mid-eastern patrons come in. fifth, according to nosh, if you are looking for a quick fix to alleviate your persian craving without having to spend so much, then zaitoon is the place you go to, however, if you want to try champion persian food, we suggest that you visit hossein's - they have three branches in metro manila (trinoma, makati avenue and serendra). lastly, i get free wi-fi ehehe.

we are having such a great time tonight and we are sure to come back here to taste the other dishes. one of the best things about zaitoon is that it's only about five minutes away from where i live.

i feel soooo full as i type this. i resolved to write on my blog because i can't seem to update my facebook shoutout.

i feel stuffed i bet i can be served for a thanksgiving dinner with cranberry sauce (that is if you are looking for a substitute for turkey) ahaha.

my journey home

I am exhausted of the long journey home, but I will endure anything for you, beloved. I will patiently walk upon rubbles and stones, defeating time, and never letting it defeat me. I sometimes wonder – how long can I sustain this? How long can I last?
Each and every time I am trapped in that reminiscence, I remember your face, and I know that my capacity to withstand what we are bound to go through is not even a question.
I know that it is your love that has kept me, that has held me all these months. It is your light that lifts my soul from darkness, it is your laughter that cures me of my worries. My nights are not barren because I have you to dream about. My days mean so much now because I look forward to seeing your face and touching your skin again.
There are so many things in this life that I know I was able to overcome because you are there to fortify my belief – that something brighter, that something bigger awaits me. That all the sacrifices and all the things I have given and you have offered will fulfill its reason.
My journey home means walking on rubbles and stones, it means scarring my feet, it also means getting closer to my reason, to my happiness, to my life.
My journey home means finding the good in things. It means letting go of my imperfection and accepting that there are things that I cannot change. It means following the path of the one who means the world to me.

written may 21, 2008

consumed | poem eighteen

rekindling the fire
that ceased in
the quiet,
reminiscing my
emptied hands
discolored by
the fallen yearning
to hold you
and enfold you
inside my
sapphire light.

consumed | poem seventeen

the dissonance of
an improbable
delight
without feeling
or realizing the
twisted blackness
that race to
the halted speech
of my soul,
the broken language
of my heart.

consumed | poem sixteen

the moments take and
hide you in vain
with my hands seizing
the implausible
smoke and water of
your soul
carrying the
dusts of an abiding
sunlight
to arrive and to leave
a place
bare of recollection.

consumed | poem fifteen

the fragrant path
that lead to you
as the autumn
ascends and burns
my desire, parches
my thirst
to find that
which is beyond
forgetting.

consumed | poem fourteen

the tainted flavor
of your mouth
like a temporary
sun,
like an imaginary
flight to the
undying laughter
of lilies
bring me to the
surface of your
honey-colored skin.

consumed | poem thirteen

of parted embraces
then parched flesh
the moment
shackles me as it
circles through
the dead prism
of water,
the intimate
farewell of
lovers whose
sanctity and ignorance
are lost
in the night
that defeated
their senses.

comsumed | poem twelve

above,
the mad, wretched
sky
spins and stops
to nothing but
that which
lies
below
the pendulum of
time
found in my
afflicted blood.
 

anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.