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AFFIDAVIT OF LONGING

AFFIDAVIT OF LONGING I, _________, Filipino, of legal age with legal residence at __________________, after having been witness to the maddening rush of singles out to find a date on Valentine’s Day, after heckling them as headless chickens with a silly priority, after having narrowly escaped a stoning by these same singles after uttering that aforementioned remark, after having been sworn, do hereby declare and depose that: 1. I am a steeled, calloused woman, a small player in a game the big boys play, but a player nonetheless. 2. As such, I scoff at the cutesy stuff and do not spend precious time engaging in trite discussions on the merits of such weightless matters as where I can find a date, will he call or does he like me. To the best of my ability, I endeavor to rid my mind of such folly. Desperately. 3. I fully comprehend and wholly accept the crass commercialism of Valentine’s Day. I realize that it is a concept exploited, abused and capitalized – in the complete sense
For 40 cents I can create the illusion that you are here. And I can say hi, I miss you, what time will you be home, I'm making meatloaf for dinner so you better not be late, I love you, see you tonight. It's just a silly game we play, pretending you’re somewhere in this city, that I will see you in four hours instead of four years. 40 cents won't make the oceans contract or the continents move. Heck, 40 days of prayers wouldn't change the distance between me and you. But for 40 cents, I can have you so near I can hear your voice in my ear (closing my eyes, it's as if you were beside me). Give me your spare minutes like spare change jangling in your days, I'm a beggar for your love. From the journal of Shiloah Matic Writer / Globe IDD user Her boyfriend, Russel Antonio, is currently studying in the U.S. * * * * * * * Shiloah wrote this in her blog around a year ago. I loved it so much that I bookmarked it. When we were asked to ma