Kung pwede palang malibang ug kwarta, wala na akong dagway niining nasura.

this anonymous Indian poet didn't need to say much to sum it all up:

Behold the skill
of the bowman, Love,
that leaving the body whole,
he breaks the heart within.

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Being the only representative from my newspaper, and since I could not tear my body in half, I spent the whole morning at the rallies and the Batasan in the afternoon.


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you accidentally pour vinegar into your pancakes. Yeah it happened to me just this morning.

Damn, Mcdo, why don't you have labels on your sauce containers? and damn me cause i didn't even check if i really got the pancake syrup. But damn you Mcdo, why do u put the vinegar and pancake syrup on one tray?

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1. What is your occupation? I'm a watcher of TV. and I write what I hear. Or if i'm not fast enough, i turn to the internet.

2. What color are your socks right now? turquoise.

3. What are you listening to right now? pia hontiveros droning on and on about...wedding stuff

4. What was the last thing that you ate?  sinigang.

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Said goodbye to Shishi at the airport tonight. I was debating (yeah i debate with myself a lot these days) whether to go or not, since i get off at 7 and the airport  is  a lightyear away, with the traffic and everything.

miraculously, the crowd on the train ride to taft was tolerable and when i got off the station, a cab was right there, as if it ( Read more... )

when i got home at around 1am, the guard met me with a long face and said the elevator was broken and the repairman was going to arrive at 2am.

after a 2-second debate on whether to take the stairs or not, i decided to go for it anyway. so up i went, carrying a heavy laptop. my panting already echoed the walls of the stairwell.

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