the white enemy

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goodbye to iris and balloons.
goodbye.
goodbye...



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"november"

paying a visit at the yellow corner.
all souls day 08 - the cemetery.

(cellphone) macro shot.


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Aloha

took this shot when we had our feeding at the coastal area of Aloha Tubod, LDN.




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sem break

pink flowers
scooping feet
drifting fish boats
afternoon umbrella
wait....
I'll charge my camera's battery

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nookie

there she is... consuming half of my space... and I always end up curling at the edge of MY bed... grrrrrr.....




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the day i thought he died,
was the day his heart was
born again...
and mine...
me...
quietly bleeding...
subtly breaking...
paralyzed...
gasping...
slowly losing it's breath...
and
totally free.

labels: articles of love during war.
suwat ni pamc
photo: curlytops


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I dont know if I should rain my gratitude to the low lying traitors ****for having my body lose 6 pounds in just 2 and a half weeks without doing any rituals. it just shed off just like that. thanks to trauma and stress they have caused all the people in Lanao del Norte... at least they did something errrr... ok to people like me who definitely envy skinny girls with thin arms on tv. BRAVO! for at least a job well done!


woohoo!




a 5 million reward for your head is not enough for all the atrocities.


Rest in Peace...


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reposting my dog's photograph gazing at the car window one rainy day when we took him to his veterinarian for an emergency check up 2 yrs ago...
he died a week after this shot.


labels: remembering oreo


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ironies

1. gud guys go crazy over easy girls.

2. gud girls are taken by ungrateful guys.

3. the most loyal are those being cheated on.

4. cheaters are beg by gud ones to stay.

5. the most worthy of good relationships are the ones that aren't taken seriously.

6. those greatly hurt by their greatest luv end up being players.

7. opportunities come when u least expect it.

8. wen ur ready and wanting sum1, chance never presents itself.

9. the bf and gf materials are d ones left single.

10. u cant stop urself from loving sum1 u shouldnt but cant force urself 2 luv sm1 ur better off with.

11. those hu give the best advices r the ones outside the relationship.

12. and those in a relationship can give great advices 2 oders, but cant seem to handle their own...

;p

labels: teks

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long walks home
sea shells at the sea wall
dogs day out
motor scooter
texts
tennis volley
love sets


cross courts...




labels: 365 days

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"missionaries are a bore...
why don't we get wet and do it on the lavatory,
or thrust me on the wall, by the window instead... "

posting one of bai dan's imaginations into art


labels: moments in a window

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payed dyes pesos (ten pesos) per game
chasing two balls and giving it back to the players for at least 15 minutes
scolded sometimes for slow pace
asked to buy ice waters after the game at the nearby tindahan
demanded
taken for granted

what would you do if ball boys were on strike
or had their breaks to frolic at the sea wall with the other kids their age
and you are playing tennis with no one
chasing the balls and returning it for you?


miserable.


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enakei fad

I spend hours just looking at enakei drawings and downloading them. I love the water color/airbrush media. it's cute, love the fashion, love the pink colors, love the skinny look and love the drama!

www.enakei.com

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MILF attacks - the worse days of my probinsyana life

i was awaken by several text messages at around 5am in the morning yesterday (Aug 18, 2008, monday). the message tone beeped non-stop so I knew there's something wrong going on, I knew the unusual text messages at that hour could be an emergency. so I got up quickly to get my cellphone, it was my boyfriend, he repeatedly sent a message to wake me up (he has no load to call me but was using unlimited texting), but I never expected it to be horrifying. the text message was "beh, ga boto2x na dri gisulong nami sa mga m.i.! (beh, there are loud gunshots everywhere, the milf are coming!)" anxiety immediately dawned on me-- I feared something bad might happen to him, I feared the milf might be in our town any time from now (my bf's town - kolambugan is just a 15-minute ride from here), I feared for the lives of my love ones, worse I fear death.


I called my bf to check the situation and when he answered his voice was shaking and he was running for his life and I heard several gunshots of armalites in the background. I was shaking. I woke my parents to alarm them about the situation (last saturday and sunday, there were reports that milf might attack some of the municiplities of lanao del norte, militaries were deployed in marawi and iligan but oversee kolambugan and other towns next to it) so mom called my cousins... dad got up to listen to the news in the radio -kolambugan was attacked by milf troops and were burning several houses and school buildings. they killed civilians and militiamen. they ransacked stores and pawnshops. I was slowly processing what was happening I never thought this could happen to me.


I packed my things in one backpack just incase the rebels would invade our place. we wouldn't panic like this if our house isn't located at the highway... sentro- the business district. if ever the milf will attack this place we will be one of the many hostages like those captivated in kolambugan. (we resided just right above our 2-storey 1940's house. the ground floor as our tindahan. a typical chinese store like those in colon or divisoria.) It was kind of a relief for me that my bf always texted and updated me of the situation. there were times he was unable to text me, there were moments he would text me that they (the civilians who went to the coastal area) were hunted by the troops. he told me he saw them, some of the members are still very young (15-17), some of them are girls. He told me they killed civilians and he saw dead bodies at the highway later that day. we were exchanging messages most of the time so that we will know what's the situation and so that I won't worry about him and his safety. I kept on praying.


at around 8:30 am, we received a text messages that MILF will attack Tubod (adjacent to our town-baroy). news scattered like wild fire. some of my friends and relatives evacuated to ozamis city by land and by boat. we planned to evacuate to ozamis, but we heard news the barge was stopped and land trip is very risky from ambush, so we decided to stay at my aunt's house just a few meters away from the hot spot. towns became ghost towns before lunch time. we stayed there overnight, my dad and my uncle were left at our house because they wanted to, it's hard to leave it empty.


people were exchanging infos, my bf stayed in kolambugan in spite of rescue operations and evacuation plans. I was really stressed out that day. my eyes were already very heavy but I couldn't sleep, the people of tubod were already getting ready. civilians who have their own guns were at the streets for defense. several brgys in tubod at the mountain area were attacked that night. intelligence reports, news were driving us crazy and I was so worried about my dad, my uncle and the dogs being left at our house. I didn't noticed I was already fast asleep, when I woke up, it was already 4:30 am, my heart pounded, it was a dreadful hour, I was expecting war and gunshots, I slept. my mom woke me up at 7am, she said I have to drive them off back to our house to open our store. I couldn't believe I woke up safe and sound. we went home. the town was still bare. no classes today and banks didn't open.


my bf visited me today. he told me what had happen yesterday. I made him go home early because of the on going situation. I am ready for an all-out-war, it's much better that way than giving mindanao to the MILF. fuck the government. and may MILF burn a hundred times in hell.


up to now, lanao and iligan city is still on red alert. dipolog city retrieved a bomb planted at their bridge just this morning. this is driving us crazy. how could the government not order an offense assault when there were damages already and innocent civilians killed. how could they give mindanao to the MILF without asking the residents' opinions first? why would they allow muslims to dominate this land when the fact is the population of muslims are only 10% of the total population in the entire country? ancestral domain claim means giving our lands to the muslims. ancestral domain claim means a bigger problem and a chaotic mindanao.


I hope and pray that this traumatic crisis will be over and everything will be back to normal. God bless the people and the used to be peaceful land of mindanao.


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I got so tired of the long dry ponytailed hair so I resorted into cutting it short.
short but it is still dry. hehe. I always blame my dry hair on mom. liwat ko niyag buhok. the texture is like the typical elementary classroom broom ... so I had to have it relaxed every 6 months. but since I studied nursing (where hairs are always doomed inside the hairnet) and play tennis almost everyday, I now find hair relaxing a waste of money. so for the mean time, I just have to live with the short dry hair until I'll graduate next year.
ok ra?

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leaving the soaked clay court one rainy day and just staying at this seawall to relieve disappointment...



thank God for places like this.

photographed by my bf.

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oh boy! ever since I saw the new mini-cooper-inspired suzuki swift 2008 last night while watching the filipino version of the koreanovela My Girl, I couldn't get the cute little car out of my mind anymore, the truth is my heart was suddenly fixed on it, so assuming I could afford it, I googled it on the net half praying it wouldn't go beyond the 1M price. and true enough the 1.3 litre engine 4WD gave me high hopes. it's about 800 thousand bucks. so I asked my mom about it, I even told her that we'll just sell dad's old car so we can buy a new one, but as expected she reluctantly said no. she said I should earn it myself... hahay. well I guess I just have to shake this thing off before I could think of a dirty scheme like robbing the first valley bank just right beside our house. hehe... so there goes my dream car gone as swift as suzuki swift! ;p

I'll just buy a mini cooper when I'll be inserting IV's in London or better yet New York as soon as I pass the board exams. wink! wink!*


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I was looking through not-so-old photographs and I realized there are a lot of things that I missed.
I miss the port and the sea coast
I miss that big log and river that I had my shots in kolambugan
I miss having picnics
I miss taking pictures
I miss being an artist
I miss the sunrise and sunsets
I miss flapping my feet in the water and just sit around all day hearing it splatter .
I miss diving from a big rock right into the blue sea.
and I realized that I miss one person that does everything she wanted...
I miss one happy sunny girl that appreciates the details of
every day...
I miss that girl standing right in front of me in the mirror...


I miss everything about me...


:(


photo: egay and I in landing, kolambugan.
labels: missing bliss

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5 day blues

since wednesday I was temporarily rerouted to bed-the dining table-and back to bed. I was terribly ill until sunday morning, so mom made me skip my weekend classes (thank God! then I don't need to worry about dad getting mad at me on missing school). It started with a simple tonsillitis and the next thing I know, fever started. and then the next day, I had running nose and sore throat that led to dry cough the following day, which resulted to influenza. flu had hit me. I've never felt this weak my entire life... well I suppose I've experienced a few, but it's the first time I was into thinking "tiguwang nagyud ko, di man ko mag ingon ani sauna" it was the first time it ever crossed my mind.

so maybe this is what they call aging...




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kalilangan. a 25 minute-ride from home.

labels: Loving Lanao Del Norte




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smashing

yes! just in time for the beijing olympics, dan (www.sigbin.com)was finally able to make my request- a tennis racquet sketch from one of his beautiful rough collections. and here it is! and so I colored his gift to have the "other" version (I hope you don't mind danilo)of it. thank you bai dan! now I can surely use it on my games in beijing...wish me luck! teehee! ;p

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a sketchy pose at one of toon city's famous alley...
ummm... time square?
hehe...

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the 2.9 million dollar photo

while watching nat geo's Genius of Photography, this photo had my fingers googling on the internet. last febuary 14, 2007 this single photographic image was auctioned at Sotheby's which started at a price of 1 million U.S. dollars and was sold to a particular collector at a whooping 2.9 million U.S. dollars making it the most expensive single photograph ever. Part of the reason for its value and rarity is that it is a very early example of colour photography, produced using the autochrome process. Contributing to its high price is that there are only three known copies in existence; there are two in museum collections in addition to the print sold at auction in 2006.

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Which mythical creature is most like you?

siren

This mythological creature is a sea deity and lured men, often to their deaths. You are close to your friends, but can be dangerous to your enemies.




photo: deviant art


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when I have nothing left to offer this beautiful sunset but beers and a cellphone camera.

baroy dakak


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This is for my peoples who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady
Put your hand way up high
We will never say bye (no, no, no)
Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins
This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers
Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye

As a child there were them times
I didn't get it but you kept me in line
I didn't know why you didn't show up sometimes
It's something more than saying "I miss you"
But when we talked too
All them grown folk things
Separation brings
You never let me know it
You never let it show because
You loved me and obviously
There's so much more left to say
If you were with me today face to face

[Chorus:]
I never knew I could hurt like this
And everyday life goes on like
"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"
"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"
As time goes by
And soon as you reach a better place
Still I'll give the whole world to see your face
And I'm right here next to you
It feels like you gone too soon
The hardest thing to do is say bye bye

(Bye Bye [3x])
Bye bye

And you never got the chance to see how good I've done
And you never got to see me back at number one
I wish that you were here to celebrate together
I wish that we could spend the holidays together

I remember when you used to tuck me in at night
With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight
I thought you were so strong
That you can make it through whatever
It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever

[Chorus]

(bye bye bye bye bye bye [3x])
Bye bye

This is for my peoples who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady
Put your hand way up high
We will never say bye (no, no, no)
Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins
This is for my peoples who lost their grandfather
Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye


I dedicate this song to ama (my grandmother) which if I could turn back time I'd spend all my time with her on her dying days (I didn't know those were her last) ...and I just took it for granted.
this is also for our friend boting who died last week of leukemia. I texted him 2 weeks ago , he didnt texted back and i didn't know he was severely ill til I heard the news that he already passed away...
:,(


this is so far the best song that I've heard from mariah carey. I fell inlove with it the first time I heard it on myx.


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febuary 26, 1993
friday

dear diary,
sorry for the long wait. I haven't write you for so long because I'm so busy with my friends like Bethel and Virgie, they always convincing me! well so much about that----- by thursday, we have no class because of the 7th year EDSA revolution (people's power, -- democracy of the people) I convince my friends yesterday of going to anywhere because "this will only happens oftenly". first... we plan we three will meet at Tiu's residence then rash to crystal studio. thursday... "is bingex there?"...I ask to her father "oh...just knock there". then afterwards we talk then weplan to go first at the department store. "lets go first to gaisano" then we go to crystal.

it was really a good day for me I was not wasting that day but...


I was wasting my money! Im broke!





melody
icepop
shade




one of my daily elementary journals written on a little purple diary that I found while rummaging through old boxes of scented-gone-plain-stationaries. gisunggo ko oi! ;p
pasensya nas namasa... lingaw kaayo ko.hehe... tumbling! wa juy binisaya bisan usa noh!
haha!




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the risk of having my camera fall right into the water was worth it...

"kalilangan"

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yellow green and bluE! the sky's as lovely as you! hehe! I'm baaaaackkkk! done with those hibernating days. done soiling around and tagging my days with bz-doing-nothing. thanks to kai and bogus poet - tinay, they were damn so encouraging. hehe! told you guys I'm not good at this stuff... wa ko'y masuwat. so I'll just make this as an itsy bitsy snaps page. as for today, I have none... been too lazy latEly. I spent days watching the cEnter court, green grass of wimbledon on tv, and tried to play tennis at least once a day to loose those fatty and acidic food I had put into my mOuth non-stop. wapa koi ligo! bye 4 now! Y


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scooter and sea...

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,

The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you dont mind, you smile,
And say the world doesnt fit with you.
I dont believe you, you're so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, youre guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you...

motorcycle driveby
third eye blind
photo: ramil tapere (thank u for being patient w/ me)


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deviant fave #1

lust...
and only those sheets spinning
in soap and water have witnessed
this passion...


they can only...well...
bubble.

photo by: karma one


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boredom converted to a pain in the neck.
(i usually get back and neck pains whenever I marinate myself in the mainframe).

labels: desktop shot


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having trouble reading what's in his mind? here's a dose of "what was he thinking" med to aid that little confusion. wink!* wink*


1* Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them! (oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 6 guys..you're a HOE).

2* Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.

3* Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.

4* Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.

5* Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest.

6* Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.

7* Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.

8* Guys get jealous easily.

9* Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.

10* Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.

11* Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.

12* A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.

13* Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.

14* Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.

15* Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.

16* When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."

17* If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.

18* If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.

19* When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.

20* When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.

21* Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.

22* A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.

23* Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.

24* Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.

25* Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.

26* If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.

27* Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.

28* When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.

labels: copy/paste. got this from pearl's blog.
photo from deviantArt



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* Mood: Agony

*

*
I ache to look at you speak flowers.I long to brace you and we’ll shatter into feathers. A playful kid threw a giant paper airplane
above us.
*
*
Maybe, there are no seas under your sky. And maybe, maybe you got tired of flying my kites.
*

~



.
DO YOU MISS HIM/HER/THEM?
DO YOU MISS YOUR SELF?
DO YOU MISS BEING THE WORLD FOR SOMEONE?
.



by: klit-shy. deviantArt.
photo: me.

tinay! I've read your journal and it's the coolest! your words speaks every photographer's thoughts - the zest for and interest in life. reliving moments. once again, thank you for using one of my photos. I love your writings. actually, I envy it... you truly are gifted.

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wa lang. just felt like posting... kay murag wa nakoy dagway sa akong blog. hehe!




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1.Three Names You Go By:

mai2x, mayang, siwagkang(dona isabel dorm days...it's a long story. wink*)

2. Three Things found in your
schoolbag:

- hmmm... cellphone, compact, ballpen

Love Survey: You must answer every
question TRUTHFULLY!!


[01] Are you currently in a
relationship?
- yip!

[02] Have you ever been given a rose?
- yes, from my mom, honestly. hehe

[03] What is your all-time favorite
lovestory movie?
- wild hearts can't be broken. it's an old flick. I saw this movie when I was in grade 6 i think. and I've been looking for a DVD of this film.

[04] Are you inlove right now?
- yeah, I think so, if this is what "inlove" is.

[05] Do you believe that everyone
has a soulmate ?
- yeah I guess... someone told me before that when you look at the stars, wandering where could that person be, that special person is also doing the same thing, right there, at that very moment.

[06] What's your current problem?
- hmmm... kapoy nag skwela

[07] Have you ever had your heart
broken?
- oh yes! a hundred times with the same person.

[08] Your thoughts of online or long
distance relationships?
- naaah... won't work. hago, kapoy, sakit.

[9] Have you ever seen a friend as more
than a friend?
- hupas nani. but yes. and it was very complicated.

[10] The person your with right now,
do you want to spend your life with?
- yeah...maybe. :)

[11] How many kids do you want to
have?
- 2. a gurl and a boy... and both should be tennis players. hihi!

[12] What is/are & your favorite
color?
- green and pink.

[13] Who are your celebrity crushes?
- josh hartnett melts my heart. :D

[14] Do you believe you truly only
love once?
- yeah, I guess so. :)

[15] Imagine you're 79 & your spouse
just died, would you get re-married?
- haha! no way!

[16] Do you believe in love at first
sight?
- oh yes! and whirlwind romance too!

[17] What song u want to be played at
your wedding?
- nah daghan kaayo! but I Do by 98 degrees would sure be on the list.

[18] Do you like anyone?
- yes...i like and love my boyfriend. ;p



way lingaw. got this from cookie's friendster post. ;)


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he loves me...

not entertaining the chillimansi pancit canton popping from what seems to be every side of my brain, instead I took this opportunity taking shots of this beautiful tiny flowers while waiting for our game.


of course, I was with my man. :)


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my grandma told me that if you miss someone, you just call him through a "banga" and he'll be running home or knocking on your door sooner than expected...


I've done that before...right at this very old water jar, but I can't remember to whom I was calling, and I don't know if it worked, I couldn't remember...


labels: good friday.




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Taken from The Voice of Talamban magazine way back college years.


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butuay. jimenez, mis. occ

labels: reminiscing

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nanginhas

photo: me. seawall, baroy.

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tidbits of thanatos

*
I resurrected when
we kissed on a hammock with the empty
night as spectator.

.
You are the scar on my knee.
I am aware that you have a story but I
do not know the plot.

^
The street kid who wore a flower girl dress
died due to hunger because your city mayor
hired too many maids and bodyguards.

=
If ghosts have unfinished business, then
my heart is haunted.

*
The murder of distance would mean
I, writing haiku on your bareback as you
sleep after we made love two inches from
the door.

+
Danger: Accident Prone Area.
Die in my thighs.

=
We were butchered in-betweens but
you taught me how to breathe through
your lips.

*
History celebrates the death of Hitler,
I celebrate the birth of your tyranny over
my slumber.

^
You are too wonderful to die today.

Too
beautiful
for
suicide.




* we all die somewhere

thanks mai for the preview photo.





- reposting modern patadyong's thoughts. thank you klitshy for gracing my snapshots... for believing in me.Ü


photo: me. bee farm, bohol.

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spent tuesday having a lunch date picnic at the seawall. I've been dying to do this since like forever... so it only took me minutes to pack things and foods from the table and drove off to bay-bay with my guy. we're not alone though... we have ants joining our date... and I gave them chocolate cake and shrimp shells! :D



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