siya

 

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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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 poetry as visual art

 powets do kick ass

 iPud (ako, too)

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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-

 

bayle

12/6/10

 

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daydreams

 

mpdec1

 

one day, we will achieve more sustainability. it is because though we like giving gifts to kids on Decembers, we want to share more. not just to give pencils and toys but to give education and joy. we dream of more participative youth.not scared to show their passions without closing their hearts and minds for new ideas and respect. we dream of staying as an inspiring group of young people in the community. not dwelling in our ideologies but finding venues and forms of letting others know what our causes are. imparting to them why these are valuable to us and influencing them to take part or welcome good change.

 

 

serendipity

 

dusk

 

there was no sea that time. but the shades of the sky was like this…only a little lighter.  they stood like checkered and floral garments hanging free in the middle of the lush (but that time, there were no greens..just busy [pretending to be] people in the balcony). there was a comfortable silence. a really long one.  a photo was taken. it was a silhouette shot and one of them believed it was interesting. and there was silence again. a comfortable one. and after a short pause, they talked about a tid-bit of the future. it was easy. they breathed in the dusk for the last time, walked quietly one ahead the other. each thinking of how serindipitous a moment in a life can be. but they never talked out loud. like the dusk. it passes by in silence and everyone talks about the night. (maybe sometimes, something like a beautiful accidental discovery of something more than the ordinary happens in a dusk and no one’s watching).

 

 

 magic

december

 

she gave him a book. something she found from the house of her grandmother who died last summer.  at the last page she wrote something like… Dear Soulmate, (message here) and a salutation— your island girl, (her name here).  he gave her an old photo of them taken last summer. it was in sepia, a Polaroid-ish capture. at the bottom, his handwritten word—Soulmates. from an envelope he got a handmade necklace. an island shell pendant.

 

“…that island was magic. you are too.”

 

 

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Previous Comments

i can relate to the first segment in your post especially with the advent of christmas. I have been an active volunteer before in a boy’s town, helping the children with their studies and teaching them music. your post reminds me that at this season, it’s not just about children expecting the adults to come to them, but adults realizing the need to come to children as well. This simple thinking is actually easy while evading ideologies all the same. kudos to your endeavor kapatid! and may you touch more lives. =)

Posted by Omel at December 7, 2010, 11:43 am

i used to do the same thing with the kids in my place esp during christmas season. haayy i miss those times!

the last part - soo cute :P sana sya na :)

Posted by vonay at December 8, 2010, 10:37 am

@mel and vonay: thank you.

let’s spread the love. :)

Posted by modernpatadyong at December 10, 2010, 12:18 pm