Sunday, February 27, 2011

what have you discovered lately?






















chai fonacier at fort santiago, old manila



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Thursday, February 24, 2011

say ahhh

it starts with sucking
the goodness of a happenstance
and end up with
a purple sigh
absentminded looking girl
vanished within
the anonymous cracks
of fortified walls
where both history and tragedy
coincide within
the story of a
blood refusing cannoneer
every molecules of it
will circulate
through the cacophony
of laughter
whims
and silent goodbyes
she's ok,
she's good,
she's fine
just give her some time
my dear,
until there's no more
nicotine turns into ashes
and 'til the bitterness
of the last drop of brewed coffee
washes the stain
of a fleeting tear.




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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Bravo'


just watched the film.
and Russ was right, once you've seen the film, one needs to go for a drink.
crazy beautiful.
...

Just like trying to ride a bike, down look down to see your struggles but look forward to where you’re heading to.

Friday, February 18, 2011

mangga, mangga, hinog ka na ba?

murag sa ting pamunga sa mangga,
mukalit ra ka ug pamuwak.
muulbo ang imong alimyon
sa akong tugkaran.
sa imong taghoy
dili ko magduha duha ug tuyok.
labi na ang imong bakod nga sanga
gabag-id bag-id sa akong mahuyang nga lawas
kalami ba nimo oi’
galaway na ko,
imo pa gyud kong palawayon.
apan ing-ani ra ta hangtud sa hangtud?
duha ka ugat nga dili mag-abot.
intawn dong,
patilawa ko sa imong bunga



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Thursday, February 17, 2011

kumkuma

kumkuma lang intawn day
ang kinalasang pasensya
kumkuma ang mga luha
nga nagtipun-pun sa imong mga mata
maka sugakod ra ka
pohon
sa umaabot
sa hagbay na mga adlaw
ug lumalabay na mga oras
kung diin kaning tanang kasakit
mahupas
ayaw idout ug taman
ang tunok nga gakamang
sa imong dughan
pasagdi ug maanad ra ka niini
daw suso nga gadala ug hapdos na lana
ipadalin-as
ug ipaagas
sa syagit
sa katawa
sa pagpangaliya
diha uban sa gugma
nga anaa kanunay
mudungap sa imoha





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Tuesday, February 01, 2011

lost





Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive.


— Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)







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