August 2012
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You might as well be proud of last place
Today’s a big time bummer. Well actually this week is. The only good thing about this week was that I get to sleep all the way yesterday, and watched some tv series I liked. Anything up to that point was just a blur. Today I had to prepare my own breakfast for the fucking nth time again. The next morning I’ll wake up without any breakfast to eat I will seriously fucking burn our goddamn help. I’ll...
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Bed sheets
My arms locked your body to mine. The time’s value increased. It was a beautiful afternoon. Heck, any afternoon would be beautiful with you. There we were together, twisting the very fabric of reality. When you left your palms left a damp on my shirt, I dreaded the minutes that faded it away. I watched it with my memories of you from the day. There plays a song, and your skinny legs are...
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That Lovely French Girl
So we accommodated our cousins this long weekend, and if I may say it was helluva fun :) Anyway, last Sunday night we went to visit our grandfather at his house and we happen to have two beautiful cousins living there. Whaaat. So one of them is like 10 years old and she just came back from Paris with her golden brown skin, and long dark hair. And what’s more awesome is that she traveled her...
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Have you got itchy bones?
You beautiful little liar.
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Roto de despedida
It feels like everytime the wind blows. That sense of feeling something that whips me in soft attack and suddenly crawls on the mild sheets of my skin. When the wind blows it’s always against me. Here it comes. Somehow it feels like witnessing a titan rise from the cracks in the ground. That awe, that kind of terror that flames my flesh. It leaves me immobilized, thoughtless of what to do....
Tears become a storm
Deathly pretense on winter traps. Here comes icy waterfalls on the soft walls of the skin. The blizzard is ever so calm, its hails landing on the dry outskirts of hair. No more than a hard stone the fists form. The vibrant sun forming in the eyes. Dark silver sheets of clouds in the sky, waiting for this final moment. It takes no prophet to foretell this running seconds. A silhouette fading in the...
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“Edward Blake, the Comedian. Born 1918, buried in the rain. Murdered. Is that...”
– Rorschach
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Let her dance all night long
You start to remember when you didn't have to try
There’s just this love affair that I adore so much. I’ve really liked it when the idea of him having a girl by his side, and loved it more when I read and knew more about them.
It’s just that, he is destruction. A monster. An antihero. But there she is.
So someday, if I finally meet the girl who will listen to me why I like this couple of all the superhero sweethearts,...
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Waist level
I was freakin’ 15 years old when me and my friends survived Ondoy. We didn’t know that morning that shit was gon’ get real for us. We thought it was just another rainy, stormy day, so we decided to hang out, play basketball and whatnot. Hours later, we ended up stranded on the most flooded places to be in in Quezon city. All afternoon, all night. We resulted to walking with only...
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Louise V!
Forgive me, but I really think this is the cutest pic I’ve seen! Haha! Courtesy of your little sister’s steaksauce photoshop skills!
Hi! Today, you’re the prima donna! Hehe. Get it? Prima donna :) Anyway, what else is there to say but.. hoppy hoppy birthday, kid! You’re like my elder sister now! Wow. So yeah, thanks for being an awesome friend! You know, you’re...