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| Ikaw at ang Buwan
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| Monday, July 06, 2009 (40 comments) |
_sQuid |
 Binasag mo ang salamin sa pagitan nating dalawa, ngunit sa halip na magkadampian ang ating mga balat matapos ang mahabang paghihintay ay tuluyan na tayong nabulagan ng mga bubog nito. Hindi ko na iniwasan ang pagtama ng iyong desisyon sa aking mga mata. Mangyayari din yun balang araw, iyon ang paliwanag ko sa sarili. 
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The Colors of Shadows
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| Monday, July 06, 2009 (14 comments) |
cerulean |
Though we reached a different kind of nirvana, a physical exorcism of what should not be, our shadows are too far apart to ever follow the same path, to ever share the same space and to ever share the same joys and pains. And knowing this, I die a little each and every day.
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Ang Love Story na Hindi
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| Saturday, April 04, 2009 (41 comments) |
kawaii |
Ilang taon na din kitang minamahal na hindi mo namamalayan. At kahit gaano katagal pa kitang patuloy na mahalin, hindi mo ito mapapansin.
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Frustrations with the English Language
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| Saturday, April 04, 2009 (48 comments) |
tubby |
He asked his girl friends for a napkin when I suddenly got my period in the middle of school. He waited outside the bathroom and bought me tissue when I had the worst case of diarrhea during one of our dates. He didn’t get jealous when I was forced to have a male lab partner for Chem 16. He tutored me when I was failing miserably in Math 54. He taught me card tricks when I was desperate for a talent for my application process for an org. He gave me a video compilation that took him several days to create for my eighteenth birthday. He took time out of his full schedule just to surprise me with a rose and my favorite Ferrero chocolates on Valentine’s Day.
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Laro Tayo
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| Saturday, April 04, 2009 (9 comments) |
CD |
 Bukas ang bintana ng bahay namin, nanonood kami ng TV, nung bigla ka nalang sumigaw, "Huy!" sabay tago mo. Napalingon pati si Mommy sa'yo. Siyempre ako, umakyat na ng sopa at ginalaw ang jalusis pababa para makita kung sino yung nagtatagong bata. Alam ko na'ng ikaw yun pero kailangan kong makumpirma.
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The Appetite to be Hurt
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| Saturday, April 04, 2009 (6 comments) |
hotspot |
 Have you even realized what I’ve been trying to do for the past 19 years of your life? I tried to protect you sweetie. If only I could build you a refuge that you could take anywhere just to keep you from getting hurt, I gladly would. If only I knew I would bring you to a world full of pigs that would only break your heart, I would never have conceived you. I would never have allowed your father to buy me a drink that one night, take me to the dance floor and finally to a bed of shame and disgrace. They are all the same. They will leave and forsake us.
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Complete Me
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| Saturday, April 04, 2009 (27 comments) |
susanah |
“Swoon,” he said. “I’ll catch you.”
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Her Walk Of Life
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| Saturday, April 04, 2009 (7 comments) |
vintage |
 I carry my bags, stand up, take my last look at the crack-filled mirror, adjust my hair, and head for the stairs. As I am about to leave the room, I look back at him. He lays there silent, cold. I say goodbye and take my walk that was long overdue.
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Pera o Kaligayahan
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| Monday, November 03, 2008 (47 comments) |
nescafe_ice13 |
Naniniwala din kasi akong kasabay ng career growth at prestige na sinasabi ko, darating din 'yung compensation. Sabi nga ng tatay ko, bata pa ako. Experience muna ang habulin ko bago ang suweldo. Handa din naman akong maghintay.
Pero mukhang 'yung mga nakapaligid sa'kin, hindi.
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Finding Peter Pan
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| Wednesday, October 29, 2008 (10017 comments) |
dragfly |
I found pixie dust sprinkled inside my shoes, when I finally got off the bed. Only I didn't get that magical feeling in the movies, (the room did not echo "you can fly, you can fly!" ) It stung my feet instead, like when you sit on your leg for too long, stung my feet like having that funny bone on your elbow hit by the classroom chair. I liked wearing them anyway, for it reminded me of Peter Pan (and have I mentioned that I had the longest crush on him?) and I thought maybe if I wore these pixie shoes, by some good fairytale karma, he would appear. Even though it stung. (Even though I didn't know yet that later on, it will bleed.)
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On Giving Up
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| Wednesday, October 29, 2008 (13 comments) |
panda_boar |
Aristotle said that happiness is the end most sought for. And indeed it is. Of course Aristotle probably referred to that happiness beyond the measly glee brought about by novelty or youth, or the fleeting gladness in temporality. But philosophical abstractions notwithstanding, things are often simpler than they seem: When you don’t think you’re happy, you probably aren’t.
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Paano kung isa kang pantyliner?
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| Saturday, September 27, 2008 (31 comments) |
bohemianchick |
Yun ang nararamdaman ko ngayong nagtatrabaho ako. Sa tuwing natatapos ang isang araw, ramdam na ramdam ko ang pagiging isang pantyliner ko, yung pantyliner na sinuot mo at di mo pinalitan ng isang buong araw.
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 In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, September 03
(11 comments)
But now I am seriously enjoying writing, seriously thinking that this is one of those things that I still find effortless. Mind you, writing is still worlds away from writing well, and I don't have any delusions that I don't have anything to improve on, but at least it's something that comes easily for me.
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 Au Clair de Lune
by linchpin
Wednesday, August 09
(11 comments)
It’s like high school all over again. Some people are just able to disturb you, confound you, and make you love them despite and/or for it. You are under their spell so much that you want to act and think the way you think they would want you to, because surely, their kind of cool is the best kind of cool, and well, you’re a twat. Surely when she snatches the words right out of your mouth just like you would hers, it means something.
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 Coffee and Chaos
by apocalypse
Sunday, July 16
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“Welcome to the real world,” sabi ng tibak kong kaibigan, na ngayo’y isang disgruntled employee. “Buti ka pa, papasok pa lang, may panahon ka pang pumili at umayaw. Samantala ako, wiz! Heto, isang baklang nagpapakaputa. Nakakatawa, bakla na nga, puta pa. Mas keri pa nga kong tumalon na lang ako mula sa tuktok churva ng building. At least, namatay akong intact ang dignidad at hindi nagpapalamon sa sistema.”
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In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, July 09
(10 comments)
In "Goodbye to All That", Didion discusses her affair with New York when she lived there in her early twenties. She was young and in love with the city the way you fall in love with ideas; and then she was older and realized that she could not understand her need to redeem herself to a city that did not accept redemption, that preyed on mistakes that you attribute to youth to feed its lights and sounds.
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In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, June 25
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He has that hairstyle so common among boys in the mid-90s, longish without being too long, even at the back, bangs threatening to get into the eyes. Think Leo di Caprio in This Boy's Life. Think Mark Anthony Fernandez. He smiles shyly with what I mistake for demureness (it is several years before I finally understand that boys are never demure; if they seem shy it is because they are polite and you're not their type). I swoon.
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Friday, February 13
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