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Continue reading →: Takbo
Sa tren ng byaheng pang-umaga, may bitbit na bag sa kaliwa, sabay hawak sa kamay ng bata. Isangdaang oras ang lumipas ang kamay ay naging kalansay. Patak ng luha, bumaon sa kailaliman ng lupa. Sa dulo ng paa roon tumubo ang ulo ng bagong bata. Sige, subukan mong hawakan. Gumuho…
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Continue reading →: Patalastas
I haven’t seen much TV shows for the couple of years that I stayed here. Mostly because I can’t understand the rationale about the neverending cycle of love-fight-love-trial-happy ending stories bombarding the tube nowadays. Still, it’s a continuous fascination of people around the globe. Young, middle-aged, old, single, in a…
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Continue reading →: Salamin
Ang mga babae, bata man o matanda, kaibigan ang isang salamin. Sa umaga pagkagising, tititig sa kanya’t pilit na aayusin ang buhok at kanyang mukha. Sa gabi, salamin muli ang kanyang katapat at magsusuklay kasabay ng pagbibilang hanggang isang daan. Isa. Dalawa. Ngingiti muna. Tatlo. Apat. Lima. Suklay na asul,…
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Continue reading →: Dreams and Reality
Maybe it was never meant for me. — Dreams come Dreams change But at the end of the day Dreams embrace me Warmly. Distant. Friendly. Surprising. They are my quick escape From the worries and troubles of existence — Questions crawl out of my mouth Choking me whenever I resist…
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Continue reading →: Pagpapatuloy
Kailan ko kaya maisusulat ang kasunod na eksena? Sa mga papel na nilimot na ng panahon, mababalikan ko pa kaya ang mga kuwentong sinimulan? Maraming tanong na gustong sagutin. Nais na makitang muli ang taong naglakas loob na suungin ang pagsubok na kaakibat ng pagsusulat. Naging matapang sa loob at…
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Continue reading →: Sleepover
Lights out. My mind goes wild I see dozens of creatures Staring, grinning, coming near. Whispers keep me company They don’t like it quiet. I struggle over the entire evening Tossing and turning With my blanket over my head While keeping my eyes wide open My bed seems so bare…
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Continue reading →: Papel: Bagong Kabanata
Nais mang balikan at muling basahin Tanging sa bakas ng natuyong luha makikita Ang dahan-dahang binurang mga nabuong talata Ang kuwento ng aking buhay na isinulat ng tadhana Kaya magsisimula na lamang muli Sa isang piraso ng papel Maputi’t walang laman Nais kong punuin ngunit walang maisulat Patak na lamang…
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We’re all a little weird. And life’s a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness- and call it LOVE- true love. ~Robert Fulghum
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Continue reading →: 2nd day of 2016
It’s the second day of 2016 and I’m sick. An exciting way to begin the new year, complete with chills of high fever and sore throat. Unending coughs since this morning. Then there’s the internet. Being stuck at home, prepares me to binge watch and re-watch movies that I set…





