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one of my greatest dreams…unfolding…1st of November ‘08
GOTHICKALALAG
a showcase of great talents
SINGGIT SAUT (dancers)
SINGGIT KANTA (singers)
SINGGIT MUSIKEROS (shamulock and wrong send bands)
fantasy costume contest (Federation of Gays)
proceeds will be used for the Free Arts and Music Weekend School
beneficiaries: children from different puroks and students of ROVCMS and BVNHS
kutob ka giho, tagsa ka saut
mga ambahanon, pagdihod sang mga damgo
mga patik, paltog, pagdinagumbang sang musika
nanuhay-tuhay nga inspirasyon sa ISA kag HUGPONG nga kawsa
realizations:
BE YOUR SELF. it took me no amount of huge money to ask people help us in order to have the show of our dreams. it took me no pretensions to gather young people and seek them to pour out their passions for a great cause, it took me no political strings to ask the older generation to be there and heed what we are trying to shout for.
“THE SK does not build waiting sheds. it aims to help build the youth.” (i sent this to someone. haha. you know who you are, nene.)
MAKE a DIFFERENCE.
listen. watch. clap.
simplify life. share. shut up.
i want kids who are emotionally-intelligent.
the most quiet guy will always catch my attention.
you can text politicians for solicitations. haha.
singing a classic, eyes-closed, is like treading the vast, asleep.
i am where young people are better.
be alive, be human.
reach your preach.
believe that dreams came to be because…
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this is the way we SINGGIT
childhood schoolmates
+
a cousin
+
a toma-mate
____________
kami
shamulock
our brand of noise, acoustic-erotica, rock, waste, psychedelia, poetic angst,hiligaynon dope
pagong
intsik
herman
coco
tinay
junk, how it used to be, ispeyship, SP, kite, rooftops cry, superman (hiligaynon novelty)
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is there a point in your life that you wish to relive?
i woke up today wanting to pin time on the floor
and let it vomit the past.
under the drizzles, i watched my muddy toes,
both of you have been with me all throughout
two meters away, i could hear the cymbals
and i wore my face again.
“it’s a if you have wandered so far”
Michael was smiling at me, fixing the drumsticks
Leomarf was smiling at me, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm
Jeffrey was smiling at me, chewing to drought the gum in his mouth
Glen was smiling at me, impersonating the way I stomp my feet, singing.
i wanted to relive those days when all i had was my self,
full of wind vanes, full of dying morse codes
full of casualties riding bicycles.
but every time i sleep,
life sees to it that i wake up
with more reasons not to relive
but to simply
LIVE.
and just kill with a needle and a laugh
all those hands
choking me on the neck,
i sat on the floor,
clapping my hands.
rolling my puruntong like a fisherman,
drooling over a screamo song i wish i wrote
when i was 17.
unwrapped a candy,
swallowed it whole as my throat welcomed
everything that is bitter
and my heart bathed in bile.
for everything you have told me. for everything you thought i was when you were all just 10.
salamat mga boylettes.
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downpour. black coffee.
friends in the teraza, singing “rooftops cry”.
ghosts from repression.
one of the best times i have lived for here,
upon this soil and wasteland
is when it rains.
i get to sleep more.
i don’t need reasons to sleep more.
and i can sleep and ignore 15 dreams that include
naps with you
kisses in-between wake-ups
and morning afters.
i get to make my bed too
change sheets three times a day
and taste the rain-spray straight from the window.
when it rains,
i cry less because
the skies
do it for me.
and when i wake up
without the sound of the raindrops,
i bounce back to that day,
i sew suns and clouds
on my knees
when my palms could no longer
be the shelter
of
these tears
and your
monsoon.
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85% sa pityurs nga akon sya tupad
si nonon, tianoy nga masabad
toma. turos. gulp. lam-ok alkohol ang tema,
klaro kaayo kung ano sya!!!
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salamat sa iya pinalangga nga si yowee
ang opisyal nga maniniyot.
thanks tianoy sa artwork, abi ka mga manghod ko “gripo”
haha.
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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-
