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have you ever gone back to a place that used to stomp at your
entire life every time you see it from the long country road?
have you ever gone back and found out that everything stayed
the same: the sand, the breeze, the sun, the waves?
have you ever gone back and kicked a dead crab?
it’s good to go back to places at day time, the night time has so many tales, the stars are wonderful liars in some months.
some places are just beautiful graveyards. sometimes, you look at them with carved names when the truth is: scavengers have long eaten everything and the sea just stole the face of the sky.
then in a day, there are toes running after you,
calling you a different name,
some tan lines
have the best stories,
go ask the person you are with the next time you sit facing the sea
364 days, static
and 24 hours
kissing with somebody else in mind
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This is another familiar place, Tigbauan ni no sis? I forgot the name but it’s a hidden haven. hidlaw ko sa Iloilo. 
@blu: manong, mga mu ka ni oras online? 
salamat sa pagbisita diri permi ha. nami na da nong, may kabayo pa. hehe. for the brutal honesty, kadalin-as man ta kis-a bi.
depende sis kung makalibre, pakita ko sa imo bag-o ko nga babaye 
lain gid ang pinay. baw kahidlaw ko lang sa baybay sang iloilo. you sin well, i know who you are. halong permi yawa.
sige nong! bawi lang kung kapuli.i rarely sin and i always mean those rare times. pero nauntatan ko man nong kung wala piho ah. haha! tsakto gid nong si papa B “People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.”
reading this reminds me exactly how i felt the moment i first got home from college. i was in my room and it felt so distant and so not me.
maayo jud ka. how can you describe exactly how a person feels. how can you name emotions that used to be nameless. dili to sila question. lol. bow na jud ko. aw sa una pa diay. shet.
Posted by kimay at October 15, 2008, 5:34 pmamiga! he tells me how much he loves me and why. then he’d withdraw into silence and half a sigh later, surprise me with a poem. I sometimes fear that he’s just a dream, too beautiful and I don’t deserve him.
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the sea can sometimes be formidable..it tends to swallow everything.
Posted by dee at October 15, 2008, 7:14 pm@kimay: naungas napud ka tol? haha. im at peace now, when i set foot on places i used to tread in sepia. when i walk the shore that day, i knew im gonna be somewhere with someone who won’t make me feel alienated.
@dee: i hate reading you you own spurs. haha. today, i had a conversation with a friend who licked the envelope of a similar story.
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i wonder which comes first: the sea or the longing for it?
hays… i couldn’t stop admiring your works tinay.. just so haunting. simply brilliant
btw, i love the ’sound’…over the horizon. loved it
@ron: i love sighs and thank you for typing one away im indeed a human haunted house. *insert wicked nakakawindang laughter here*
ron check their vids out, very broken but solid.
and you may want to try listening to:
bexar bexar
helios
bibio
explosions in the sky
balmorhea
sigbin.com
65days of static
pero masarap rin yung yano, grin dept, siakol. kakamiss!
Posted by modernpatadyong at October 15, 2008, 10:23 pmCan I be you for a day tintin? If not, some hours of just wandering in your heart I LOVE YOU.
@maurya: i’d be happy to wear your tattoos for a day. i’ll end up taking pictures of my self. haha.
haayy can you write something for me migs?with your signature on it?
i promise you, i will laminate it and tell my children that its from someone i truly admire.
Posted by vonay at October 17, 2008, 8:09 pm@vonay: gwaps, let me know your snail mail
and pls tell your children that i fart like a giant. hehe. *hugs*
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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-
I want to kill you fro writing brutally honest with that pen of madness and brilliance. you have my admiration and respect, ilongga!
Posted by blu at October 15, 2008, 7:30 am