tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120888622011-07-28T18:43:36.633+08:00these are my thOught bubbles. you can read them; listen tO my ranting. Or not. i do not need yOur senses. my wOrds find sanctuary in my writing, as i find sanctuary in my wOven wOrds. this is me sOlilOquizing, thrOwing wOrds intO ObliviOn. intO yOur ObliviOn. welcOme tO mine.Ravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08532197296741209702noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088862.post-1156964684076813632006-08-31T02:57:00.000+08:002006-08-31T03:05:44.013+08:00

MakilingAraw-arawKong naamoySa aking gunitaAng damuhang saDibdib ng Los Banos ayNakayakapNa sa aking dibdib ayYumayapakNagdarabogNagbabadyaNagpapasibolNg isang kirot na sa lupain mo lang matatagpuanAng lunas.

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Your EyesAvant sepia image I conjureWhen I try to picture your faceYour face that is theWallpaper in my mind"s screenSaving visuals after a minuteOr so, and your face with yourCaucasian nose and Mandarin eyesYour Mandarin eyes I adore when closed,In sleep or in a fleeting wink of lasting gleeAn orgasm of sightOr those begging eyes when I hated you, I loveThose chinky brown slitsWhich has seen

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A Riff of a Certain Sad SongI found a way to know if you are sad or not. Listen to sad songs. See if you can relate. Smell your surroundings if there is something fishy enough that you could sense, or something worth crying for just so you could relate. Feel the song and see if it really touches you.Most sad songs that we have are love songs, those which sing of ended relationships, unrequited

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Provincial Buses are 24/7I play a big part in our country's public transportation community. I am an everyday figure in our Metro Rail Transit, an avid supporter of provincial bus lines, a jeepney connoiseur, a tricycle veteran, a taxi fan, a tenured commuter. Do not get me wrong, I have also wanted to have a car of my own. But commuting has its own perks, believe me.I started this affair with

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VolatilityFunny how you sometimes can't name how you are feeling. Believing that capturing these feelings in a capsule called a word could make you feel better, you desperately try and give a name to it. Lonely is too common, depressed is rather overrated. Angry is not what it is exactly, but irritable could pass but only for one little aspect of it. It's a little crazy, yes, crazy. But not crazy

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Nakakabobo ang Wisdom ToothSampung minuto bago ang ala-una. Apatnapung minuto bago ang lunch. Masaya sa bago kong trabaho. Maghihintay ka lang ng paglipas ng oras habang nagliliwaliw sa worldwide web. Syempre, kailangan mong makinig sa itinuturo ng trainer mo, pero mas gusto ko ngayong mag-type. Masyadong magulo ang isip ko para matuto ng panibagong computer system.Pero wala naman talaga yung

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after a year of silence...Let me bring the bloodresurrector to life!

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the day the big bang created shattered pieces of my mugtwas more than just a non-spill mug. twas way deeper than being a starbucks mug. twas not just any other coffee mug. it is my mug from my bestfriend and soulmate. and i am getting maudlin here. aaarrgh, that mug!it was cracked when i saw it. and chipped at the brim. and i wouldn't be able to put the cover. that sight made me so furious that i

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untitle i d ii wanted to squeeze out my brain and drink the juice.i wanted to write.but i just could not do it.now.this is not a writer's block.because who am i to call myself a writer when i have never published or even copyrighted a work of mine?who am i to call myself a writer when i can not even write a decent piece when i wanted to?who am i but a frustrated writer.all wit defy me now. i am

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ganito pala kapag inaantok ka na nang sobra.antok na antok na ko. pero hindi ako pwede matulog. actually, nandito ako sa trabaho. night shift. alam nyo naman, usong-uso ang night shift ngayon. oo, nakiuso naman ako.oo, nagtatrabaho na ko. pero hindi pa ako nakakagraduate sa college. tumigil lang ako ngayong sem. akala ko kasi, sawa na ko mag-aral. akala ko, gusto ko na talga magtrabaho.hindi

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Being swallowed by thisdownwardcurrentofbroken dreamsandbroken hopesandbroken smilesandcrushedspirits.down toadarkvacuumof dank tearsanda deafening solitudea screaming anonymitywitheverynon-existentRealityAndthere'sno lightat the end of the tunnelonlythe dank darknessthat leads tothe world ofHopes and Dreams and Smilesthatno oneknows ofexcept me.march 30, 2005

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Linggo ng Pagkabuhayang hirap ng magkalayo tayo ng ganto. nahihirapan tlga ko. hindi dahil sa nasanay na ko na palagi ka kasama, pero dahil ikaw ang kailangan ko sa tabi ko.kaya ko ibigay lahat makasama lang kita ngayon.gusto ko na magpasukan na para araw araw na tayo mgkakasama.. para hindi na kita mamimiss.. para araw araw na ko masaya. para araw-araw, nakikita kita at gabi-gabi, mapapanood ko

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malaki raw ang mata komalabo naman. ang sakit na nga nila eh. walong oras ko nang kaharap ang monitor ng pc na ito. ayoko na sa kanya pero gusto ko pa. (meron kayang addictive chemicals na gini-give off ang internet? mai-search nga.) ansarap kasi magpalibot-libot sa internet. pero hindi masarap pag masakit na ang mata mo.i-try nyo.ang hirap kasi naka-contact lens ako. para akong may malalaking

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alessa and i in alternate universesThe quillcriesblack inkthat fills up thevacuumof oblivionand seepsthroughimmaculate pagesof taintedwhite.The black inkcriesof theemptinessof the vacuumthat trapsthe immaculate pages of tainted whitein oblivion.The emptinessof oblivionis a vacuumthat taintsthe immaculate pageswhite.And I amobliviousto the tainted beautyof the immaculate.As the quilltaintsthe

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drenched in flamesWe can only gaze upon the night sky and admire the stars. But the night sky veils all nocturnal matters: our hidden desires and nagging inhibitions. It shrouds darkness to everything underneath; the stars are but points of glitter that hushes us from our dread of a total darkness. Then we get to pick our favorite star. It shines the brightest, at least in our point of

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this letter's prObably nOt fOr yOu.i miss you.i miss you because i know only a third of what your other friends know about you. we never get to talk anymore. i never get to tell you my day's worth anymore. you never get to tell yours.i miss you because i drink my coffee alone. and i never get to drink coffee at KA.i miss you because i share my smoke with the wind and not with you. we used to burn

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a bag Of beansYou made me breathe mountain airand cigarette smokeas i drown mythoughts in the lake in viewand my insides witha tall macchiato.And the macchiatois bittersweetbut soothingto my cold skinbeing blown bythe chilly mountainair,Fogged by my cigarettte'sblue fumesthat warmmy lungsSoI came to long for a warmTouch.And your hands look firmYour fingers harbor the cigarette I gave youwith

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lOcal cOlOrYour silencespeaks aThousand Wordsthat I cannotcomprehend.For ifsome things are best left unsaidthenIt's not the best for me.For I amaplanterof wordsAndI want to reap my fruits.Yet silence bethe fruit that I shall reapthenmy seeds were misbegottenin your land.But I tilledyour land.Night and Day.I cultivate myself in you,withWords that I plantand I make it richer bymy actionswhich my

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an Ode tO the gOd Of wisdOmyOu are my daylightand my perennial mOOnlightyOu are the blackhOlethat swallOws me whOleuntil the universe falls apartyOu will always be theOther half Of my skyyOur cOming is my salvatiOnascend mespread my wingsthe flicker in my veinsyOu set aflameand i burnfire has never beenthis sweetand fire never scOrchedas befOrefOr yOu are the star thati tOuchedwith my death in

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this time i wOn't cussmy life has been a series ofchaos and disillusionment and broken arrows.i have wanted to find peace in you but everytime i do so,you were unavailable.or you seem to be.you have been so far,,,and i don't think i can stand it anymore if you will finally leave.and be farther than ever that i would not be able to reach you.i don't want you to be a star in the night skythat i can

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first timeok. right.i am finally a blogger.and i did this out of lack of things to do.so now, i would be rather obliged to share my words with you.you are now entitled to see my play of words.and you can now see my style in playing the game of life.damn.life is one big play.

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