it is only when you peek, that you see the reflection of the one who's behind it all.

crumbs

when you have reached that point of seeing the entirety, a wisp of conclusion pops out of your head. a moment of silence. truth will whisper. and you'll end up to that pot accidentally. come to think of it, that naive head you've been hating has done you a glorious favor.

for some iincident, you end up laughing. while the other, is struck cluelessly.

tinkerbell

the slapping wind on her face
reminds her past
23 floors above

she likes playing little miss tinker bell
and for every leap, is another neverland and peter pan

and what remains of her:
a broken dustwand and
ashen butterfly wings

as she ogle at blankness...

a push from behind

made her bow. face flat

de' plea--t

18 wasnt the ripe time for me to be legal and so is 19. even if i have proven this to dad so many times, he is still deaf- wont even allow me to at least explore what is beyond.
the 19 years of my life has made me an experienced athlete of my race.

and though im impossible to almost everything, im trying the best. still hoping for your optimism regarding this matter. (with fingers crossed)

ps: im looking forward to this place with "no boundaries". where butterfly wings can make us fly higher than the sky.

psychsoc christmas party

hehe.. late na naman ako. got my first free time to at least upload some pics of psych soc's christmas party.
boy oh boy.. chrsitmas break starts.


which then reminds me, that i miss the old boys. particularly FABS!!!!!

tattooed
got so brain freezed. i did no good in my bio lab exam. and my throat hurts like a mother. good thing i got some mint to smell on. cold months like this leaves me all wet and slow. 2616 is a sure fire. just had a tattoo embedded on my chest. well not exactly the chest... looks more like a bruise than an art.

tattoo artist gone mad.
mark a dimple in thine chin.

tapered mouth

i never had the chance to at least take a peak and see the greenery of my canvas. enough if i'll say that ive been busy picking up pieces and slicing tadpoles. iam done with the usual recitation of structures starting from the prosencephalon to the anus.

which then gives me. not a break but a flu.

sepia

sight of spilled coffee.
mixture of solemn hues- of gray, brown and black
the color of a tired eye
weary color of a tired vintage fan
monroe and jfk; monroe's classic mole

the casket. the scare. a picture forgotten.
a lost life. a memory. a dimly lit room. shadows. mournings.
an unwritten parchment.
le photographie

for the love of sepia.

austerity

with juan still survivng against the jungial wave of poverty--his belt set on the 9th (the last) hole and his blanket a little less than an incubtor of warmth for his curling body. the minimalist, i guess, would just be another prophet for all of us to take the initiative to mark all our wallets and eat instant noodles. for some, the noodles still mean a fiesta, and instead eat a peso worth of crackers matched with a cup of rice. beggars by then may leave their street posts and flock wishing wells to reap coins endowed with hopes. hopes that would mean a thousand comet ages ere it happens. and the heads of offices i bet, will again come to compromise for another budget proposal with its credits pouring in their pockets. the last thing i know, a splurge for their necessitites cum luxuries.

masama lang talga ang loob ko sa crs. kahit yung nasa department walang magwa tungkol dito. tsk tsk.

maister

whoever keeps the babies alive. and whatever knot has been posted on the head. i do so understand that marital- premarital problems are all rooted under one mushroom. the ballooning population has forgotten charms of baby making. it is actually an evidence.

one thing i realized, better ready that imodium pills for a nice getaway.
that's a hairline close.
worry not on that slinky pet. a good rub will do.

may i just remind: to throw away excess alcohol before doing a good act.

payoff

it could be a nice massage, a tap in the back. but the best thing about getting a payoff, is visiting that crampy tub and have yourself a nice shower and little rides.. err, imagination. nevertheless, that one is considered a cheap thrill, or a ride of your life after a long day. no need to fan the bills and splurge. no need to hate that boy crazed in early birthday parties with all flowing beer and cheeses after every camera flashes.

iron that forehead as we get 5 M's counting since summer said goodbye.

multiply 13

leafing through pages of childhood, bittersweet memories of candies, and bubblegums, of writing in cursives and multiplication tables

dad with his angry gesture of counting, no fingers please.
only heads. brain cells counting in ones then hundreds and thousands; fingers were hiding as children tried to multiply 7 by 2

and when daddy sees... a thirteen is bore in the head
a slap in the butt, and a teardrop

give me 13 by 5--- i'll raise that to 65!
cheers.. asses out. AMEn

purple cockroach

there's nothing more to say with the homos. theyre a bunch of flying cockroaches that have pentrated the whole stretch of the blue green universe; have longer buttcracks and wider butt holes; do most of our hair edges and give us quality green jokes; talk to them for hours and find out who's the next victim of their lips asmeared in pink.

a survivor of their own cause. a mascot, brought by taboo, theyre funny oompah loompahs jumping up and down-

let somebody answer: how could you possibly put in all the tendencies of being a fe/male under just a purple raincoat... and again, how about hiding the weak tendencies if your to walk with a dangling red purse?


turn left, then right, head on till morning.. im looking forward for the sun faced baby to show up in between the hills.let him teach me how to lie on my back and laugh. make me talk like im reading a children storybook.

if ill have the chance to sneak this friday night for a must go party.. then all is well, got high doses of morale before i leave for culmi and drain it all the next day...

must do the "escapo" plans.. must also do the teletubby costume... must also finish the 115 paper...

i guess, i wanna play a sick fuck before i start to plan my vacation ahead.
my bday's not gonna come... i hate bday cakes and balloons... ill only remember that tragic shit last year..

for those hu wanna take a peek, the link is there. october--- pandora's box.

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im in a dilemma... whether to go or not to go med..
im sick... and alienated. i'd have enough frog corpses...

if fate says yes, then ill go and count some more bodies to open. animals or not.

fabs miss na kita

sabi ni hannah miss mo na daw ako?? talga? hehe... oo nga. sabi ni ate pag kagraduate daw niya papakasal na siya.. pinapaalala ko lang na just incase wla kang mahanap, yung usapan natin dati. tayo ang magpapakasal sa ayaw at sa gusto mo at sa gusto ko..

hehe...
bagong word: mwahness?

twoots

"twoot" and off the fart go. the smell of pressure, the smell of fear. well, probably another smell of a man unease. funny. little miss me, as i was in my kinder years have stopped my 123's and my abc's- came to hate that smell..

i smell fart. and someone would pretend and laugh. doubted to be
laughing gas. and for someone who just farted will be the next
laughing stock. haha. funny.

and for the nectared scent who claims to come clean off his ass. and will found out later that his undies are messed with the u know
thing..

oh, just remembered that somtimes humans tend to be the orangest thing they could get. pretending to be sweet yet sour.

tnx for the orangeclock. smells like fart i shant say. dont worry. that secret i wont tell. hu wud care to laugh by the way? skunky you!

DAS EXPERIMENT:TALAS SA PATALASTAS

september 16: tapos na
september 3rd week: abangan na lang baka magpost kami
september 27: 830-1 phan 307 a

note that all walk ins are pwede but not guaranteed. priority ang mga nag sign up. pero if di sila sumipot, then all is well hehe.

s hope
if this means for me to pay.. then again, ill allow myself to pull of some cash from my trust wallet and again see the changes. i have given this twice wrinkled in red. and some, just a pass by. for some unknown reason, there isnt any underlying attempts to cover up what has been mudpiled with. n times misinterpreted and what is given as a gift, ill later found with flies under the sewers. left to rot. and I...

have been oblivious to it all.

coz.. hard for me it is to avoid. i'm again one of the foolish hopefuls that will venture into another pseudo adventure. and just as i had stepped in the counter line, i again will empty my wallet and thrashed out the remaining pieces left. almost empty.
for that matter, allow me to pull off my ears and burn my eyes. i am again nothing. with nothing to sense with.
let me see the changes. and if not, better to have my antennas out. a relief that i wont see that red matter dumped sumwhere. or hear sighs and sympathies. ive got nothing more to trust. it'll take another more sunrises before i could raise bundles to put in my leather. and again to exchange with something not so really invaluable.

WHOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! BOOK 6 DOWN

it does look like im exaggerating on dumbledores death on rowling's sixth book... i never thought that i'll cry at his murder. too bad.
i pity harry.

and hogwarts.. i guess the next harry potter book wont start with harry getiing to excited to go back to school. this childrens book will be much darker i bet.