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Zarraga to Pavia, sublime. Hours ago, i have witnessed the best sunset-to-dusk of my life so far. pink, tangerine and lilac. the crescent was above the colors and i thought i could just freeze there. or maybe, even, yes, d i e at that very moment. there is something painful about the idea of infinity (i have believed it does not exist but i love questioning my own beliefs sometimes). gazing from the window of the moving vehicle made me think of a lot of things, it was a kind of mental rise that felt so high and ecstatic. series of memories ran in haste, some blurry, some selectively distorted and the rest passed by fleeting and foaming.
there were no sighs. no near-to-breathlessness-human-gestures. it was like first breath after a coma— like you’re lying on the hospital bed seeing these vague figures of faces looking down in tears for your return. and then, you are reminded of God and he’s standing near this basket full of oranges and bananas, peeling lemons slowly. and in a wink of an eye, you are stuck with the thought that your body is perfect because your eyebrows hold all the dusts away from your eyes.
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have i ever mentioned about what i do for a living in this blog? suddenly, it occured to me that i never had a post about my jobs. actually, i’ve been having this cute talks with my Nanay lately. she’s been so disheartened about my choices involving career, post-grad and future in-laws. she has been vocal about me seeking greener pastures outside the archipelago, earning a title before my name and ending up with *insert name here*.
i have never heard her complain these recent days. when she sees me getting my earphones ready for my morning jog to the greens, highway and the sea, she’d remind me to bring more water. the funny thing is, i told her one time that i am following this to-do list: send my sibs to school for the social experience. share to them what a little achievement of the day is. make my Tatay feel that he is at home. buy the right fresh milk for the corn flakes. live tiny but filling. drink more water.
then, humble her like how dead stars are
to this
manygalaxies-bearing sky.
Nay, it just so happened that i don’t label dreams, that in my own sphere of humanity and imagination, my aspirations have no name tags. sorry if i tend to disappoint you with our differences but my silence about the future does not mean my lack of dreams.
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i like the way you put it– That you don’t like to label your dreams. 
your mother will understand. you are so free-spirited tinay, it would be shame to place a label on you or on what you want to do in life…
Posted by ron at February 18, 2010, 4:26 pmfollow your bliss tin
taga iloilo ka man?
i love it when the sun sets…
Posted by the geek at February 19, 2010, 5:08 pmahhh. i want to try jogging here but i’m ashamed cos i never see anyone else do it. so people just do it super early when i’m still sleeping and its cool? heheh
Posted by floreta at February 20, 2010, 10:36 pmyou have a way to squeeze hearts Tinay
i’ll meet your nanay and tell her about your amazing dreams
Tin! I hugs you. I told you before, I’d be the first in line to buy your compilation of poems book. All you need is a publisher.
Posted by kimay at February 24, 2010, 3:44 pmTin,
Heartwarming, and as always I am your biggest fan with your word weaving…
Dugay na ta wala ka-istorya, although I have never heard your voice…
Be well always…
Posted by CWW at February 26, 2010, 5:52 pmhello guys and thanks for visiting and commenting. haven’t done bloghopping for quite a while but i’ll do so as soon as i can. no promises though 
you are all appreciated and yes, i am so far, living life the way i like it.
Posted by modernpatadyong at February 28, 2010, 12:54 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-
Haaa. I felt a tinge of sadness, ate tin. :’(
Posted by lou at February 18, 2010, 11:35 am