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-

 

tangla

12/16/10

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There was one particular moment when my brothers and me watched Spirited Away. Miyazaki has this way of making my mind wander and get lost. For a couple of hours, I fancied all the flying and the magic captured in the form of  cinema…I was there, running wild in a land of spirits and odd-looking creatures. Then, I went outside… from where I stood I saw the skies rolled gracefully like I’ve never seen it before… with splashes of beauty that I can never describe even if I still have a vivid picture inside my head now. Standing in between a moment that separated the fanciest kind of fiction and the most beautiful mundane bit of nature was intense.

 

By far, that was one of the most bizarre moments I have as a human.

 

And there are thousands more… that I cannot write about

especially with all these people that I have met

in some places that are

still existent and

some places that are found somewhere

 

 

between nostalgia

and the soul.

 

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Previous Comments

Dave Matthews singing John Lennon.

Can’t be anymore magical.

Posted by Retro manila at December 17, 2010, 2:49 am

Damn, i dont have audio in my office pc :( I need to hear this :D

And i love feeling the intensity of pain :)

Posted by vonay at December 17, 2010, 5:10 pm

I also got lost in Spirited Away. When I first saw that film, sadness and wonder choked me intensely. It felt like I was watching my own dream where I got swallowed by my imagination which was filled with just two things - there was the endless hunger for wonder which came to life, and then there was me.

Tin, you never fail to remind me of life and how it should be seen, heard, felt, and most of all, lived.

Posted by Kimay at December 17, 2010, 5:35 pm

John Lennon.. how can you go wrong with that :)

Tinay.. i miss you… i hope you still remember me… hehe… hugs, kisses and daydreams… dee

Posted by dee at December 28, 2010, 6:40 pm