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July 22, 2009
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there is a reader who can’t wait for an update
bLuE
I can hear you singing it once more
Like the way it was before
the melody embedded with a tale
that makes me grief-stricken..
..low-spirited
..out of sorts
PENTIUM
July 3, 2009
I am an idealist
with selfless devotion
Quikly awakened
by the corruption of my dreams
a man with unshaken courage
the firmness of my spirit;
the swell of my soul
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unwriTTEn bEdTimEs
June 16, 2009
I couldn’t sleep
The nights were the worst
I would try to lie down
Close my eyes
But I am haunted by nightmares
o0o0o0o0ps…
April 9, 2009pAnsAmanTALang mATiTigiL munA ang bLog dhiL sA suLAT kAmay..mAgbbLik ak0..prAmis!!!
HIS
April 4, 2009
We are now spaced out
Still, you’re taking my time over again
Almost out of wakefulness
I’m scribbling words
I’m under your spell once more
True..
Sarcastic..
Ironic..
You are so naïve to catch a glimpse of
Too docile and meek to be in pain
Still, I can hear you
Your voice, delightful enough
To imprison a poet
You aren’t Santa Clause
You’re one of his reindeers singing
When the comfort room becomes uncomfy
Everything came quite flabbergasting in a place of solitary allay.
Uh? Enough of this highfaluting lexis.
Way back one year ago, I always get exasperated and cheesed off with all the blotches and tinges in the comfort room- over its door, walls and bulwarks, and sometimes, even in the mirrors.
Imagine, the CR is the best evidence of progress and development in our campus (well, the reality states that you must agree with me), and yet, harebrained students just mess it up because of their calls of insanity and madness.
It’s so absurd. And it’s ridiculous!
Why the hell do these creatures go for the CR when there are mountains of papers everywhere? I never heard of a paper shortage within my 18 years of existence. Note, if there are, it is never considered a dearth since one can work out of it by just merely verbalizing the magical words- “pahingi ng papel,” in without more ado they’ll give you out. But of course, occasionally, on a case by case basis only.
Come to think of it.
One consumes more time inside rather than the usual.
N.B.(NOTA BENE)
April 3, 2009mgA pAwang kAThang icp Lmang p0 ang kAramihAn diTo..—pATi mgA TauhAn o mgA Tagp0..o mgA kAganApan..dALa Lng ng imAhinAx0n nA ginAwang LiTerary0..wAg mAg-icp ng kung anu..
INUULIT K0..wLang k0nEkx0n ang kAramihAn d2 sA aking pErs0nAL nA buhAy..
a message for my special guest
April 2, 2009huh?..you spend 97% of your day with your mouth wide open..you are a chatty person…—whenever i hear you…i always wish that someone should have invented a remote control for you so dat in a single press..pfffttt!!!..you will peter out…hahahaha…you always get lots of complains from me—though sometimes i dont extend those beyond the parameters of your ears…
but you know what…during the last days of the semester…i’ve realized something..
psEud0-fear
March 30, 2009
I think its high time to coin a term for the fear of radiation.
Radiophobia?
(Radiation + Fear)-from the word itself?
X-phobia?
(X-ray + Fear)-x-rays as popularly known. Not too bad after all isn’t it?
Ebolophobia?
(Ebol + Fear)-to give credits to me for the sharp-witted idea. Oh what a kind of self-glorification.
Roentgenophobia?
(Wilhelm Roentgen + Fear)-May be mulled over. Anyways, he was the crux of the unearthing of radiation.
Many students are fascinated and awestruck by the enchanting world of Radiologic Technology. After some moments of exploring, some would contemplate on the likelihood of giving up their course to stint into BSRT.
But then again, it would only end up with a very big NO NO NO.
Common taglines?
“I am afraid too of the radiation”
How pathetic and pitiable. (more…)
Eye that hears
March 27, 2009I committed a crime of rebellion
have tried hard to end tyranny
Country’s transformation I worked for
but I failed..
I did die..
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vibrations
March 26, 2009Yes, I can sense
playing your feeble minds
are enigmas of bruises,
blowing wounds,
piercing your totality.
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An untold story
March 23, 2009
I always get fascinated by the magic of a pen and paper. With the clout of the two, one doesn’t have to create a naturalistic atmosphere from within which inner recesses would unfold. Just let the hand talk, allow it to say all the right words at the right lines, just as the plot needs them, after a few moments, a different sentiment of relief will soon be felt.
It wasn’t so long when I had this desire, to write. But then again… No way am I going to become a novelist or a poet or an essayist or a playwright. I may have all the passion but I don’t have enough potentials. That is a plain fact. But I am exerting some efforts.
For another attempt, I am thinking on how I should begin my story.
I guess this would be the start.
Earth’s dying poetry
March 17, 2009The day, the night
and the harvest has gone far with time..
The clouds have turned to dust
conquering the totality of your vision..
The humanity is busy
putting my hands beneath their feet..
Taking away everything from me
leaving nothing even mossy rocks
You scared my eagle in the sky
they never dared to play once more..
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A cry for help
March 15, 2009
Listen to me, you, the inhabitants.
It isn’t my entire fault,
If ever you experience intrusions.
All I yearned for was peace.
Am I too ambitious for that matter?
Am I not worthy to have a vision?
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Stressing anatomy
March 12, 2009Terrific and quite annoying…
It’s getting harder to stare at her.
Tongues of fire playing
Papers are all burned up
Droplets of sweat are falling
Time seems eternity
mi ultimo adios
March 4, 2009
Hindi lang isa. Hindi lang din dalawa. At mas lalong hindi lang din tatlo.
Hindi ko alam kung paano ako napabilang sa mga naging babae ng buhay mo. Ilang mga gabi din na hindi ako nakatulog sa pagluluksa dahil sa pagkawala mo. Pero ngayon, masasabi kong okey na ulit ako.
Tuluyan na akong na-immune sa katotohanang break na tayo.
Inaamin ko, naging mahirap iyon sa parte ko. Ang mabuhay sa pang-araw-araw na hindi ka na ksama. Umuwi at tumawid sa kalsada ng mag-isa. Maghintay na makita ang pangalan mo sa inbox ko.
Ngunit kailangang tanggapin ang katotohanan.
Hindi na tayo nagyon.
Hindi mo na ako gusto.
May bago ka na namang gusto.
At gusto mo kayo naman nagyon.
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