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In my bedroom, I want to bring a man with old boxers
and new ideas about: spirits above the bus roof, anteaters which used to walk Palawan.
I want to bring him in and his childhood nostalgia, his favorite stuffed toy
which he rubbed on the ear for him to fall asleep. I want to bring him in:
down on my skin, smelling the anxiety, the saltiness, the beauty, the lies and
the scent of sweat like vapor of something lost and redeemed.
He’d be surprised of how I managed to keep old snail mails, a few cobwebs,
smell of wine on the pillow and some crumbs of slumber on my nape.
In my bedroom, I want to stand beside the wide-open windows with a man
that has half-closed eyes, like perfect eyebrows shielding the eyes from
everything that associates fear, discourage and dirty politics.
I want him in, tell him about how my mother never slept on my bed
since I started to write scribbles and how sometimes, I feel like architecture
and crumbling meant the same when I turn the lamp off and create a burrow
that transports me to the ideal world where half of the earth are poets and
half are hungry winged beasts.
In my bedroom, we’ll just lie lazy like two bodies in an open highway,
talking not facing each other, and anytime soon the laws of gravity
will just crack out of ripeness
we will kiss without thinking about the toothbrushes standing beside
the glasses near the kitchen sink.
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aurgasmic-eyegasmic-heartasmic
you’d appreciate the video more if you’ve planted a tree.
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in response to the more narrow and materialistic impulse of traditional schooling,
check out Gamot Cogon
(will take a stroll there soon and share what is spare)
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by the way, we are still accepting financial help for SINGGIT students.
if you’re interested and you think altruism is sexy,
email me: patadyong@gmail.com
support in the form of school supplies, art materials, musical instruments and candies are also very much welcome!
*two of my friends are writing five articles per week too as donation
to the organization. makes my heart skip ropes and kick tire swings.*
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so what i’ve been up to as a person? i work daily as a content writer/ESL teacher/remote secretary with flexy schedule (no complaints at all!). morning walks to the beach with someone else who can get up early.skimboarding with sister and Clem. biking and daydreaming. island hops (Agho, Bantayan and Siquijor soon!).very part-time waitress at my parents’ eatery. cheerleader to my siblings who are now growing as eccentric tiny people. most of the time, i’m just laughing, meditating, sharing a drink and conversations with a friend or a stranger or reading weird stuffs that the internet could provide.
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i believe i am a better person now. i believe it may sound self-righteous though.
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also, i believe that it’s best not to make life hard for others. well, except for hard-ons.
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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-
Hey, it’s Evelyn from dA. I was just looking at your page again and clicked on the link to this blog, and OMG HAMMOCK HAMMOCK! I LOVE HAMMOCK TOO!
K, that’s all I wanted to say. 
Bye! Hehehe.
Posted by Evelyn at April 12, 2010, 3:57 pm