The truth is, I’m not ready for this. So kill me quick!

You might not be interested but in 2005 I had my first e-book of wishy-washy mushy tacky Filipino poems, Mga Gabi ng Pag-aabang. Despite some undesirable feedbacks I got from friends, and enemies, and friendly enemies for my pokpok poems, I planned for another serving which is a collection of what I have written down here in the middle earth which initially entitled Agwat: Mga Tula sa Pagitan. Unfortunately, it didn’t materialize. I just did the draft. Then another draft. Another. Draft. Drooped. Dropped.

Pathetic.

Weeks back when I got a chance to chat with poet-friend graphic design guru cum frustrated porn star Jun Lisondra, he mentioned that he can squeeze his so precious time to design a website for me! Isn’t that genius! Whoa! So kind of him!  Of course that sounded great the first time until I realized this is another fucking task. I was excited to have somehow shared this thing to some friends but the catch is, will I be able to maintain this site when I couldn’t even update my Friendster blog that often? I was also thinking do I need a website when I don’t know who’ll going to read me in the blogsphere? Could it be just a waste of time? I don’t know the answers. At least I don’t want to know now.

So when finally the domain name was purchased, I know I really have to start thinking of what I have to write here: like prosy, verbose, staccato feeling of sin and sex in the city (hahaha!), cheap testimonials, disbelief, dunes, sandstorms and acid wits.

Okay, okay, write all sorts of shit, all those stubborn, rubbish stuff – verses, verses, more verses of dying, of waiting, and waiting and dying, like my verses are forever, forever wanting to liberate and die.

Sorry I just have to start with this crap. Half-cooked. Okay, raw.