“Tumawa kanina si dodon ao daw talaa yun kuma.” – tanina anito an txt kapa nde umaana an letra “” n keypad n cp mo. paran cp ko, tanina talaa, makataay na na lan!
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June 23, 2011
Paranaque City
Lumalagapak ang malakas
na patak ng ulan
sa bulok na yerong
bubongan.
Hindi aso’t pusa, kundi
mga kalabaw at kambing
ang bumabagsak
mula sa madilim
na kalangitan.
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June 23, 2011
Paranaque City
In an unpredictable weather, you have to wear a raincoat
and a pair of sunglasses at the same time.
You don’t know when it will rain
or when the sun blinds you with its glare.
This makes you the perfect description
of a suspicious looking person.
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June 22, 2011
Paranaque City
Below
us is
a sequin, a
spangle map laid out
neatly like a wedding gown
on
top of
a bed waiting
to be photographed. Tiny
diamonds, jade, pearls, and emeralds
stitched
in patterns
of ordered chaos
with scattered intervals of
glimmer and darkness. As our
plane
slowly descends
and find its
way into a dark
and lonely airport at night.
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June 20, 2011
Cebu Pacific (last flight)
Skies of Metro Manila
While waiting for my Chungking Express download to finish:
I’ll walk the narrow alleyways
and cobbled streets of
magical Kathmandu.
Then under clear Moroccan skies,
travel by train to Marakesh.
Afternoon humidity
has a way of stupefying
your senses.
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June 15, 2011
Paranaque City
Cruising rain drenched highways along sleepy towns.
Where there are no tall buildings.
Only tall trees and the wide, lush field of dreams.
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May 31, 2011
(highway to Davao city from Cotabato city)
The MRT is the greatest leveler of human scent.
You ride cheek by jowl with passengers
you exchange gifts of scent.
Some pleasant, some gross.
Others make you remember,
the Albatross.
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June 3, 2011
MRT
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