Either I don't write in here enough or things move too fast for me to note them down as I go. Every move a blitzkrieg, my self constantly embattled ( Read more... )

Waited for the dream to wear off before I wrote about it ( Read more... )

Nagtatalo ang pag-asa at paghinayang.

Here is the poem I'm not reading at the funeral.


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In the Nursing HomeJane Kenyon ( Read more... )

My grandmother passed away this afternoon. Blood poisoning and other complications from intestinal surgery. It was 3 o'clock and my father was whispering the prayer of divine mercy to her when she left. I know she was surrounded by the rest of her children, and her husband, and my father kneeling by her bedside, my father the only son. O ( Read more... )

written 26 march, 2008

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sometimes i dream we are in another country, over seas, watching a life-long favorite band live. we will not be touching, but we'll be holding cold beers; there will be a shared hotel room a long walk behind us. we have come here just to see them sing. the bar is small & warm, the lighting soft. the smoke will not smell like ( Read more... )

president gloria arroyo racks up a $20,000 bill at some hardcore upscale new york restaurant le cirque before flying home to feign grief at former president corazon aquino's funeral.crazy bitch ( Read more... )

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The TellingMookie Katigbak ( Read more... )