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i am told that i have to read my old posts, and maybe, read them backwards. i found out that all these writings here can leave an impression that i now qualify for “bagong bayani na sandata ay luha award” or if not the “kapitag-pitagang mapapangasawa monumental galoreness”.
now, i am typing this away because my online students are absent. and i want to wage awar against their country because i still have this super hung-over but i set my mobile phone to a vibrating mode and inserted it into that kinky portion of my underwear. i wanted to wake-up so early because i decided to create a slideshow for one of them as visual aid. (hahaha modelong guro award naman ni.
going back to the major hung-over and my boracaymixshit today this is what happened yesterday:
went to the beach under a whimsylike-awoman sky with kasinggit-friends. i brought my termos and mug and some pancho, we also brought with us our musical whores: hikog (intsik’s gitara), alindog (my kahon), hulam (leomarf’s) and pangga (aninipot’s). we got caffeinated, got drunk and got high.
we talked filthy and all. we sang filthy songs and got filthy with the sand (sculpting pornography and i know this is what we get with our countryside life kay wala pa diri kuryente sa among bukid hahaha). we swam. ah scratch that, they swam, i doggied. (langoy-ido) and sang more until it was time to free the hearts from hairnets.
ah the climax: i found my self in our bathroom, puking like a concert and i felt so alive. the denouement: my phone vibrated like forever (vibrations and forever, pamatay nga kombo)”tin, thank you because you introduced to me this beautiful place called life.” “nang tin, i am so happy, you all made me happy, gakalimtan ko probs ko kung kta mag ulupod” “nang tin, thanks for the moments, for the kape, u always tke me higer. i luv u big sis.”
okay okay i love this whole drama thing but really really really
right now, i just want to enjoy this hammer in my head and more beershit and my many different roles to remind me
that mad girls do not live horrible lives.
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Nahisa ko! Nahisa ko! Nahisa ko! 
wow…sitting by the sea shore sipping hot coffee is like having an orgasm. waaaaaaa!
i’m exagerrating of course..hehe!
Posted by ron at January 27, 2009, 2:18 pmshet! ang saya! hust o kong sumama! 
pakshet! mali pa speling ko. hakhak! *gusto kong sumama!
Posted by lio loco at January 27, 2009, 9:26 pmdiin ra nga dagat tin…?
Posted by bertopac at January 29, 2009, 4:32 amang saya naman ng trip nyo tin! pasama nxt time..hehe
Posted by eli at January 29, 2009, 9:42 am@chai: mao ba? hehehe lingaw!
Posted by modernpatadyong at January 30, 2009, 12:20 pm@blu: mahisa ka, mapatay ka sa hisaaaaaaa! hahaahahahhahahahah! 
@ron: orgasms are best if they cease to become metaphors only
@lio: yan kase tatanga-tanga sama ka next time. posible yun!
@bertopac: pila lang tana na ka minutos halin sa amon balay.
@eli: sarap magdrowing sa dalampasigan! o ang gagandang tao ng mga nakakasama ko 
migs ni tin…sa san roque na gli…?
may cottage na b…ambi ko kung diin gd..
daw nagmaayo na tsura na..
@bertopac: ay kaw gali migui! hehe. nag maayo gawa pero kulang gyapon sa improvement. itext bala day mayor. hehe
I took 1 st credit loans when I was 25 and that supported my relatives very much. However, I need the short term loan once again.
Posted by LilaCampos at September 29, 2010, 5:32 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-
…and the wierd thing is, just this morning as I ws preparing for work, I was thinking of Pinoy classics and this was the line that came up –> bagong bayani na ang sandata ay luha.
talk about collective consciousness.
Posted by Chai at January 26, 2009, 11:42 am