. grrrl .

kate, 18, is currently a junior journalism major at the university of the philippines, diliman.

she digs buffy the vampire slayer, pays homage to faith and eliza dushku, and drools over spike and james marsters' accent. she cried when tara died in "seeing red". she had desperately tried to dye her hair the exact colour of willow's hair for several times now, but miserably failed. every time.

when she's not abandoning everything else for the love of buffy, she also writes much, while listening to sarah mclachlan, tori amos, clair marlo, lisa loeb, lifehouse, the corrs, matchbox twenty, and evanescence.

she's single, and she (thinks) she's now tired of looking at the wrong places for the right person.

[she's crazy about webdesign, and she swears she'll marry the geniuses behind adobe photoshop and macromedia dreamweaver. check out her recommendations, as well as her other sites at linkage.]

octopus

whirling and whirling
and the stars, twinkling, lights bleeding
into the darkness,
turning and turning.

my arm, numb.

wind through strands of black
screams from afar
primal, somebody yelling an anonymous I
love you, lost in the crowd.

and the octopus continues
whirling and whirling and the thoughts in my
head, swirling like water in a sink, spinning,
spinning.

my mind, numb.

through the spin and the whirl, another anonymous I
love you rips, then a name -
which is my name, and not my name just the same.

and the octopus goes on
whirling and whirling and everything is reduced
to a blend of darkness lights twinkling, thoughts turning and turning,
my mind, the numbness. my arm clinging to the cold
metal, rusty.

the things people say that they don't
mean.

still, the octopus spins.

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