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reading this made my day, from kayumanggi, my journal
written last August, I forgot the date. grrrr.
from Christine Day Lorico’s marvelalalaland
Haha!
Well, I want to start a poem with a laugh.
I read from somewhere that it’s orgasmic to
be your opposite self for a night.
so I decided to try my luck today
since I own the image of being a devious, vivacious, wanderer
(Single, who writes tickle-me-to-balls little verses)
and who nannies three kids with dressing-up deficiencies
Tonight:
a. am at La Terraza and there are rich kids
b. am caffeinated at La Terraza and there are poor kids trying hard to look rich.
c. am here, alone at La Terraza and a hot guy will offer me an ice cold beer.
A and B = check!
C. here comes a guy, and a bottle of beer grinning between his fingers. (I had in mind what pick-up lines to hear)
“of all people here, why are you alone?”
Mission: BE YOUR OPPOSITE SELF.
“I have a friend beside me, his name is Casper.”
(Duh. I wanted to run that very moment, I could not
Even figure out why the hell I said that. Might turn the hot guy off.)
“Haha. Little funny you. The music here sucks. Hiphop and all. That’s why
I was wondering what are you listening to under those earphones.”
I took off the right earphone and lent him.
“Sounds nice. Do you listen to Coldplay and Incubus?”
(then I forgot my mission to be the opposite of my self)
“No, I really don’t.”
“What? COLDPLAY and INCUBUS, hello, every chick dig them.
I mean, where are you from?”
“I am from a 5th class town and I don’t listen to them, do you listen to the Beatles?”
“OF COURSE. They are THE BEATLES. Everyone adores them”
“…oh yes, them, and I don’t listen that much because they make me feel bored.”
I left that place with ABCs
a. Being your opposite self style for me in my attempt to find a great match or an overnight romance does not work (and may never work. goodness! haha)
b. REAL men are way hotter than those who overrate and brace, who pretend and who want me to be what they are.
c. I do not hate Incubus, Coldplay and The Beatles. And I will not listen to them that much.
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@officem8: ay am masokest, crush me more and more 
salamat bro sa pagmantinir.
Love it. 
you are a highly-interesting odd brilliant girl. the poem has a cynic touch but a very good moral lesson.
Haha!
sis gid taka. my gas abelgas. i would never fall for any guy’s pickup line. pft.
pamati - at least sa bisaya it could mean a couple of things. mahangin; listen; na-feel… =)
Posted by kimay at October 8, 2008, 3:16 pmhi… i incidentally deleted my post…nawala tuloy comments nyo. pasensya na kung di na-publish. tnx for patronizing my artworks. (hehe)
Posted by eli at October 8, 2008, 5:35 pmTInay!
hahahaha lingawa nako sa comeback nimo nga “oh im with my friend Casper” … **apir!**
the ABCs of subtle flirting… careful coz many might bite the bait. 
TC Tinay .. muah muah
p.s: karon lng ko nabalik ug blog hop mao sulong dayon ko imo balay
@maurya: hehehe. cynic. you got it. and the moral lesson is? turn me on by being your self. haha 
@kimay: nganon gidrag nimo si ga abelgas ungas! haha. o nahan pa ko sa mga quiet but stealthy strangers, pero dangerous ana kay tingale purse ang tayp, dili ako. haha. it means “listen” diri gwaps.
Posted by modernpatadyong at October 9, 2008, 10:07 am@eli: loko, bat nadelete? hahaha. walang problema
@ didz: akong mafeel imong kalipay diri oi. ambunan mo unta mi diri sa imong swerte. stay happy gwapa
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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-
Tsk!!!!!!!!!!! I crush you por eber bro! hahahaha. All time favorite ko ni from you. I am so happy reading your wits.
Posted by officem8 at October 8, 2008, 11:09 am