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the beautiful things that surround me:
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manong alog
who does not mind the pierce of the sun at the terminal as a dispatser-drayber
who sends all his kids to school
who loves his wife as if they fell in-love for the first time, yesterday
who does not fail to smile at strangers
who reminds me the dignity of man. the dignity of a pinoy.
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4)
Mel and other ilonggo literary artists who are keeping the madness and magic flaming.
November 6th is going to be the Spoken Word Gig.
I’d be reading a poem. I’d be freeing feathers and view of the sky from puddles.
5)
Helping Ondoy victims by Tian
RockEd and Singgit
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lives that fell in your way, touch yours, touch theirs
unguarded laughters that make you smile in solitary reminiscence
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“There’s Tin who bikes around town and kicks tire swings for a living. She communes with the stars and the sea, and writes the most amazing things ever.”
“Tin’s words will accompany my photos during the exhibit. Thank you, Tin. You know how much I love your soulful writing.”
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9)
wedding songs.
10)
Nanay’s hip sms and the way she shortcut words like wer kna and miz u
Tatay’s semi-hang shirts and his Taylor Swift whistles
Lolo and Lola at 80 plus, still smiling together. him, sharp though deaf. her, adorable though blind.
sincere hugs. bus seatmates. streetfood. catching up after years.
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this, that when glanced at, you’ll see the most beautiful person i know ♥
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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-
