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-

 

espejo

12/8/08

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 07.12.08

 Boston Cafe

 Dumaguete City

 ~while sharing silence and ink with langga Dan and langga Tey~

 

 

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A splash of water and I gazed at the mirror. It was somehow one of the longest chances I grabbed to really stare at my face. All these years, I finally realized and picked out a definition for the existence of mirrors. I thank strangers who spend moments just to stare at me, because of them, I feel beautiful though I haven’t ran ro mirrors all the time. 

That night, I found out that no matter how people cut their hair short, this still seems to be a world of length. People see years and measuring tools as the gauge of those that are bound to last a lifetime. I AM HAPPY THAT I HAVE FINALLY GROWN NAILS to break such belief deep within me. 

I still cling to nostalgia

Like wooden clips from paper bags but this liberating feeling I am reaping now is because of the many years I have challenged space, calendars, charcoal irons, speed, fate, distance, love in coffee mugs. Perhaps the best rules to break are those you built when you were young, idealistic and wind-blown.

there are windmills everywhere. wind vanes pointing to directions we have set on compasses. we all made them up. we all made them up like how mirrors and barber shops/beauty parlors came to be.

 

but, tell me,

 

do you really know where the wind blows?

 

 

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Previous Comments

sis, i was worried kung ngaa wala naka nag update. let me tell you this again and again: you are beautiful. your writings are just 25% of who you are as a friend and as a stranger.

Posted by blu at December 8, 2008, 8:29 pm

hi tinay.. sori for posting an inappropriate comment on your post.. alam ko this is supposed to be post-related pero di ko mahanap chatbox mo. papaalam lang sana kung pwede kita i-link. thanks!

Posted by gentle at December 8, 2008, 11:49 pm

btw sis, I saw one opportunity for you. Email ko sa imo roaming ko para makatext ta about it. I miss Iloilo kay manug paskwa na. Halong ka da permi.

Posted by blu at December 9, 2008, 12:16 am

bisan nasita diri ang gainternet. adiksyun ka na miss.

Posted by M at December 9, 2008, 12:32 am

tin, kamusta man si dan ug tey? nagtext man2 si dan nga kuyog daw mi ni janica anha sa dumaguete pero naa koy shift ato! =(

Posted by akosikai at December 9, 2008, 11:27 am

@blu: i was away lang bro. had the time of my life with kindred souls. salamat sa mga tinaga :) salamat sa email!

@gentle: oi it’s okay :) no rules here. it’s my honor. link din kita.

Posted by modernpatadyong at December 9, 2008, 12:02 pm

@M: hala. sa diin kaw ga-ubra? hagan hagan lang, tig gurutom daan. haha.

Posted by modernpatadyong at December 9, 2008, 12:03 pm

@kai: all good. those days told me na we must live in the same island. haha. naa pa next time. lingaw jud unta kung nag apas mo.

Posted by modernpatadyong at December 9, 2008, 12:04 pm

Perhaps the best rules to break are those you built when you were young, idealistic and wind-blown.>>>couldn’t have said it any better. again, you mesmerize me. not only because what you pen mirrors my sentiments, but more so because reading you is like trudging in an unchartered dream so surreal. it feels so good that i don’t even want to wake up. haha! :D

Posted by lio loco at December 10, 2008, 9:04 pm

@lio loco: you make me feel easier. thanks lio king profanity li loco :)

Posted by modernpatadyong at December 10, 2008, 9:36 pm