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[18 Dec 2009|02:31pm] |
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Thrown Into The Fire - +/- |
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"Sana holdaper ka na lang para pwede ko ibigay ang lahat sa'yo, wag mo lang ako sasaktan."
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| iyak/tawa |
[16 Dec 2009|01:57pm] |
depende talaga kung papano mo titignan
wag mo akong pagagalitan
dahil maraming mas baliw pa
iyak/tawa iyak/tawa
walang pinanghahawakan
pero maraming pinipilit
pag nasabi sa nakaraan
marami siguro ang sasabit
buti nalang pala
may konting nararamdaman
kahit minsanang naaamoy
nais maging bahagi ng alaala
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| anonas |
[15 Dec 2009|06:41am] |
I'm in a net cafe in ANONAS. haha.
so Ano na? SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSex
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| bawas bawas |
[14 Dec 2009|03:01pm] |
i need to make bawas bawas everything
bawas internet because it is evil
bawas belgian chocolate milk tea because it punches you in the stomach
bawas porn because it does not help you with your sexual endurance
bawas idle time because it is a vampire bitch
bawas beer because it is not a true friend
bawas dota because it is a traitor
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| Mousetrap! |
[12 Dec 2009|04:31pm] |
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I'm Yours - Ukulele cover |
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B: Pwede bang mag-apply na taga-alaga mo?
G: Do you accept love as payment?
B: It's more than enough.
G: You are hired then.
:)
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| santa |
[11 Dec 2009|12:23am] |
HOHOHOHOHO!
merry christmas!
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| Connect the dots. |
[10 Dec 2009|03:19am] |
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Paris - Friendly Fires ft. Au Revoir Simone |
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I'm so excited for Binyagan. I need to play music!
Hop scotch. Swing. Beat that!
10pm - 1:30am: I didn't move from that corner of the pick-up. Heart to heart with Mommy Andy. Then, when we're tired of ranting and rambling, we sang our hearts out.
Although I'm generally happy, I love singing sad songs/ destroy songs.
Sugarfree>Paramita>Oi Wag Dito>Ivan Theory>The Postal Service>Stars>Ang Bandang Shirley
I LOVE MUSIC TO BITS!
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Arranging these things inside my head seems hard at the moment. Everything I have are fragments of happy thoughts though. So, screw coherence.
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| Of swords and shields and the immutable perfection in between. |
[09 Dec 2009|09:27am] |
The sword is unsheathed once more, and the shield is put up again. In the climax of this war waged on an ice floe that never will melt, we stand opposed. Trapped in a detente--or a stalemate--we neither move nor speak. I look at you and wonder: are you a mirage borne of this cold and deathly breeze or are you the sprite that will tear me to pieces for even seeking out your favors?
And the sun sets. Blood trickles down the slopes of the banks. The ice simmers under the warmth of a thousand casualties that never will rise again. You bask in the resulting heat, while I watch you with feigned impunity. I count the moments as they pass, knowing that this is just one long era of silence. And that in this era, the first move is the admission of weakness.
Twilight comes. The stars start to become our audience. All around us are the dead, breathing the air that is never theirs to use anymore. We still haven't moved. We still haven't reached a decision. And we still haven't accepted the reality of this pain we're trying to evade.
But as night beckons and the nocturnal blanket starts to crawl, the heart moves that which the mind cannot. So I let loose the shield. I bring up my sword arm. High, high, high above me, I raise this blade. And in one swift move, I turn it around and stab myself through the chest.
The pain is staggering, but I know that no words will escape me. The blood will be much, but I know that I will never run out of it. Your tears, they will be many, but I know that I've killed you as much as I've killed myself.
And things end. And we remember yet again that we are mortal.
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Eloquence is the sword that maims the fool. Ambiguity is the shield that protects the wise. And so we stand where we fell and learn to take delight in this moment of utter defeat.
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