siya

 

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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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 poetry as visual art

 powets do kick ass

 iPud (ako, too)

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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-

 

tuon

11/9/08

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them… captured by dearest intel 

 

 

dear kakai,

 

Your manang Karen and I found your Filipino essay this afternoon. We were laughing, concealing the tears in our eyes. 

 

Gusto kong maging guro para ang mga batang hindi nakakapag-aral ay tuturuan kong magbasa, magsulat at magbilang kahit walang perang ibabayad.  Tuturuan ko sila kung paano maging masaya gaya ng ginagawa ng aking mga ate sa amin. Gusto kong maging guro dahil mahilig akong mangarap. Gusto ko silang kwentuhan kung paano mangarap. Magiging guro ako, magiging masaya ako.

 

I don’t know what your manang Karen felt but I really drowned. You made me feel like rereading my Grade III essay, “15 years from now, I am going to be a…”

You know kai, it’s you who teaches me to value children more. When I wander seeing kids everywhere, it leads me back to our humble door where I hear you laughing, styling your hair, asking me to teach you how to pronounce words, telling me about how a hen protects her chicks against the rain. It’s your dreams that I always pray to come true, in due time. 

When I lose the real meaning of love and belongingness, I think of how we take care of each other in silence and my faith becomes more alive.  We have never stopped you from going home with scars, we have never pressured you to go out of your childhood and live up to expectations because we believe that you are going to be at your own happiest.

 

It’s you that makes me look forward to my real home one day and not just mere big windows I used to build where I hang my own set of stars and a pair of night skies. 

I love you.

 

 

 

Langga langga,

Nang Tin

 

 

 

 

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Previous Comments

where have you been? :)

Posted by blu at November 10, 2008, 8:21 pm

@blu: somewhere HAPPY :)

Posted by modernpatadyong at November 12, 2008, 5:55 pm