I Just Thought You'd Like to Know

i just thought you’d like to know

because i too, would like to know

if your thoughts are of me

as frequently as mine are of you

i would like to know,

when you are in the arms of sleep,

am i in yours?

i would like you to know

how i can’t wait until i am yours

(and yet i wait)

whoever you are

i just thought you’d like to know

  

Defending the Caveman: Lazy Review

(I just realized that I failed to write any kind of introduction, or synopsis to my previous Lazy Reviews, haha; I apologize)

Last Saturday, I watched Defending the Caveman with my classmates and my friend, Star, at the RCBC building in Makati. It's a one-hour comedy show, starring Joel Trinidad, and him alone, about the differences between the sexes. The main premise is that men are 'hunters,' and women, 'gatherers;' this is used throughout the performance to explain most every disparity between man and woman.

Acting - excellent. I wouldn't even call it acting.
Script - excellent. Funny, witty, with just the right amount of obscenity. Haha.
Production design - good. Every piece onstage served a purpose and fit the story (?) well.
Lights and sounds - good. Though most of the time it's really just Mr Trinidad onstage delivering his piece.
Director - excellent.

Rating: 10/10
This was pure win. I would even call it enlightening. Go and watch this!
You can still catch Defending the Caveman at RCBC Makati this week. Check out this LINK for details.

My Heart is a Big Place

Deep, and cavernous.

Some light manages to enter through the doorway, but it can only do so much. The farther in you tread, the less and less you see. At around dusk, I leave the door open to watch the water turn pink and orange. By night-time, the whole place is pitch-black. I run my fingers on the cold stone walls to find my way in.

I live far away from the city, where the sound of the ocean muffles the noise of cars and worry. Take a boat in the morning, arrive mid-day, and leave before it gets dark. My heart is a big place. The ceilings are high, and they echo your voice, long after you have gone.

(Read My Heart is a Small Place)
 

Scent of a Woman

you only get a whiff
when she has already passed you by