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just when i thought i have been owning this song,
Boats and Birds- Gregory and the Hawk
from Eren’s gallery
Why are you the kind of girl
Who likes to write about romance but who does not fall,
About buses and sleeping 12 hrs a day because you
Feel sad sad and dead
“does it bother you?”
and he would tug her cheek.
Why are you so evasive and quiet
When you are alone?
“I just think of events and people that are a lifetime
and a calendar away, living with nows instead of used tos”
he tugs her cheek.
Why did you murder all those that you
Have created with beauty and passion?
“to repress is a power that makes me breathe
when it seems everything, everyone, gives up on me.”
And he tugs her cheek.
Why can’t you give us a try?
“I remind you. It does not
mean that if we
have the same problem,
we are each other’s solution.”
And he lights a cigarette, let goes of her hand
walk past the trees
comes back at night
just to have a glimpse of her from afar
and the teraza seems the Great Wall
that separates her from him
and the cigarette
between his fingers.
.
her cheeks vs. the cigarette.
on different moments.
with different resolve.
*sniffs back half-tears*
and i see the patadyong all around. is this a patadyong? and lol, do you really have ones nude? 
sabat is lovely. again. and i always tug my someone’s cheeks.
Posted by kimay at September 23, 2008, 11:09 pmYour stories have been my addiction since Day 1. 
@ron: salamat for reading ron medyo hesitant nga ako to open that part of me pero there ya go. hehe.
@kimay: you read WELL.
Posted by modernpatadyong at September 24, 2008, 5:18 pm@kimay: grrr putol akong reply. i was saying na yes, paatdyong ani. hmm i deleted my nude pics when i met you kay good influence ka
@maurya: yeah, im such a storybook. im such a ferry tale. haha. *smooches*
Posted by modernpatadyong at September 24, 2008, 5:21 pmI am inlove with this Krissy. You are magical.
Posted by ben at September 25, 2008, 6:39 pm
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
“to repress is a power that makes me breathe
when it seems everything, everyone, gives up on me.”
i love this line… repression is a defense mechanism where you could forget a painful memory. makes you numb in a way. you can’t be harmed by something you can’t remember…
Posted by ron at September 23, 2008, 8:46 pm