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full title: If I Leave This Sunday, These Are the Sweet Crap I’d Write About Before Wearing Some
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the rain has start to fall again)
the ducks run, an old man chases them as if he’s running after
the grandsons that have peed on his pants but are now caregivers in the
wiping the toes of other elderly.
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(fishball vendor/musikero)
“i would let you know if my mates are here and we’d jam”
“sige nong, astig na.”
his cart shook a bit when he fried
kikiam, tempura and some fish balls
“I hope you can play some from Scorpions”
“I told them but they are so into Bamboo and The Calling.”
the bluntness on his face made me giggle.
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(cemetary gates by Pantera)
downloaded the tabs,
printed out the lyrics,
gave it away
in exchange of guitar lessons for my
little sister.
free. unlimited sessions.
because she asked me last New Year
to teach her how to kill dinosaurs.
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(kwentong-barbero)
hala daw indi na
ko kabalo magtagalog.
Hahaha.
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(sa tunga sang tuba-an)
ila mga harakhak, sa merkado galinog
sa dingding sang merkado, ginpatubod ang pantog
sa hita sang asawa, ginbarina ang otog.
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i loved the first stanza… i smiled as i pictured the scene 
@blu:
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream that nobody wants
Nobody cares anymore
-mudvayne-
gapakuno kuno lang ko. kikay gid ko katama to the max, super galore ever. 
@ron: yeah, ang mga pato ang pinakamasarap ipulutan! yebaa!
Posted by modernpatadyong at January 10, 2009, 11:50 amshux. kasabot ra ba jud ko anang sa tunga sang tuba-an. lol.
ang dukol sa ilonggo same ra ba gihapon sa bisaya tin?
Posted by kimay at January 10, 2009, 10:10 pm@kimay: haahah. maayo man tol? o nahan ko sa tubaan culture diri naa pa sila banda diri. mao siguro gihapon kim, duklon tika? 
amaw ai. di diay ko padukol beh. hahaha!
Posted by kimay at January 11, 2009, 9:16 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-
sa ka yawa! gamati ka pantera? wala ka kalooy klase baye! hahaha. favorite ko ang last drop, dalit ka gid. pautod ko ulo ko kung may mas sunoy pa sa imo. hahaha!
Posted by blu at January 9, 2009, 2:33 pm