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Moon-punch Craters
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1st-Aug-2007 11:40 pm - new beginnings
with new technology comes the possibility of writing for my everyday. god bless dsl.

walking along the hallway today all along alongside someone's side not wanting to be side by side, cryptic, i have rusted my pen
4th-Mar-2007 05:34 pm - happinesses
the most expensive thing to have is happiness, an you cannot have that without peace of mind. preachy, dreary, i might have forgotten how to write. tomorrow.
21st-Nov-2006 05:38 pm - fits
sometime i have these fits, the whole of the surfaces i see wrap me and cloak me and i realize that these are my everything, the everything. im here in the now, and i'm utterly helpsless. and then i get up to change for a change of scenery.

i hate memorizing codal.
25th-Aug-2006 09:53 am - checks
checks make me happy, the more checks on a testpaper, the better.

checks make me happy, checks on my shoes, on my shirts and almost everything i own, yes i know it's just advertising, and yes i don't want to be part of the whole consumerist-capitalist world order, but that's what people without nike's say.

nike shoes are made by young virgin asian women in sweaty factories. the prime of their dexterity produces these shoes. and all because one person in oregon thought of making shoes.

east russian women would do anything for nike's.

but i've decided i'm not buying nike's anymore, they're a crutch and they're holding me back from my dream of letting-go of all material possessions. nike's are getting in the way of my buddhism.

but by god i love those checks.
7th-Jul-2006 05:03 pm - love smells like
i remember. and i remember smells the most.

the smell of rain on a new schoolbag, of crayons on merit pad paper.

the smell of a red pastic envelope with a stuffed elmo inside.

the smell of rainwater on grass near east wing palma hall musked with the scent of an aircon bus' air freshener on a downyed blouse.

the smell of wochestershire sauce of grilled beef on a spinning tablecenter with grapejuice.

the smell of setting-sunlight on glasstopped tables at cafe oz.

the thin pizzas at piadina and dust on my blue jacket

the smell of a bookmark in the ateneo lib

lasagne in bicol

a planggana full of chicken inasal in bacolod, ma'am marge evasco's blue fontainpen ink in on paper out of the laser printer.

the smell of laundry products early in the morning with pares as breakfast

midnight cookies and cream

drops of yellow paint on a dusty wooden floor with red wax

tears with sweat

algae on hollowing bricks lining the acad oval and my shoes

my new shoes.
29th-Jun-2006 09:26 am - if only i could tell you.
This Never Happened Before

i'm very sure
this never happened to me before
i met you and now i'm sure
this never happened before

now i see
this is the way it's supposed to be
i met you and now i see
this is the way it should be

this is the way it should be for lovers
they shouldn't go it alone
it's not so good when you're on your own

so come to me
now we can be what we wanna be
i love you and now i see
this is the way it should be

this is the way it should be

this is the way it should be for lovers
they shouldn't go it alone
it's not so good when you're on your own

i'm very sure
this never happened to me before
i met you and now i'm sure
this never happened before (this never happened before)
this never happened before (this never happened)
this never happened before (this never happened before)
26th-Jun-2006 02:30 pm - just another
PETE YORN LYRICS

"Just Another"

You and I,
we’re two of a kind,
I hate to say it but you’ll never relate,
what makes you tick?
It makes me smile.
You said that I should get away from it all,
and bury my head in the sand if I want to,
I think you…
should thank me now.
You were lying wide awake in the garden,
trying to get over your stardom,
and I could never see you depart us
and you’re my baby,
you’re just another girl.
I never mind the way I had to see ya,
my working on a day show never explains why I see you
and I feel your pain.
I love to wear my work inside of my head,
I can’t complain but you should never react the way you did,
I feel your time.
You were lying wide awake in the garden,
trying to get over your stardom,
and I could never see you depart us
and you’re my baby…
And you were lying wide awake in the garden,
trying to get over your stardom,
and I could never see you depart us
and you’re my baby,
you’re just another girl,
just another girl.

res ipsa loquitur
15th-Jun-2006 06:38 pm - chasing the wind
it always knocks outside of me, the meaninglessness, an ironically long word, dressed in cliche with see-though-eyes, holes for eyes. it speaks and you hear what it says only when you are dead or dead in the soul.

everyday is a struggle, i was riding a bus and i love the struggle, i love the race, the intense rush of deadlines and schedules which make me forget my inner issues. ecclesiastes, it is all but chasing the wind.

my nike shox do not bring me joy anymore and i dread the day that i may have to throw them away.

i eat and sometimes it makes me happy. i earn and it makes me happy, for a while, as the philosopher said, it is the only joy a man can have in his life. everything else is a chase for the meaninglessness.

i was chasing it, i thought all the while it was chasing me. as i run from it, i realize now that it waits for me at the end. it is the wind and i am a leaf.
22nd-May-2006 12:53 pm - in defense of the ancients
dalawng oras sa aking buhay araw-araw ang napupunta sa paglalaro ng DOTA. walang kasing saya at sigla.

susugod ka hanggang buhay mo ay pumula at namnamin ang tagumpay ng pagpatay sa mga bayani ng kalaban, walang kasing saya.

dalawang blockmate ko na ang iniiwan ng syota nila dahil sa DOta, di ko maintindihan nung una pero ngayon alam ko na. pag naglaro ka ng dota makakalimot ka.

di ko na mahintay ang aking pag-uwi upang makalaro na ng dota.
4th-May-2006 10:09 am - all other times it is sweet
She hasn't replied, i said to boyet one of those nights when Dota didn't make sense. he said inum na lang tayo kuya jp.

we had two bottles of one-liter redhorse beer and commenced what became a drinking spree. we had our make-shift sala and i said with a sip of beer, my god pare this is sweet, and he said parang ang pait kuya jp, i said baka masaya ka and then boom a "thoughtful thought." i went upstairs to type it and print it on short typewriting.

YOU CAN ONLY TASTE THE BITTERNESS OF BEER WHEN YOU ARE HAPPY, ALL OTHER TIMES IT IS SWEET.

i pasted it onto our wall and as we were getting drunk he apologized again for cheating on me with kat that one night at the basement in libis when i had to review for an ateneo final exam. he never thought that we were going to be housemates he said, i said i forgave him and that everything was okay. still he kept apologizing and i said that we should just keep on drinking.

i kept on drinking until the beer was bitter and thanked God again that i were me and that the pain was over, i even forgot that she didn't reply and that i gave her flowers for valentines.

DRINK 'TIL THE BEER IS BITTER.
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