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the boy wonders: October 2008
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Saturday, October 18, 2008. Montgomery hits the gutter. Three litters of overpriced beer does have spectacular effect on things, doesn't it? I was surprised to be able to hold that much stuff in me without rushing to the CR and sticking my finger down my throat. Though i do remember taking a piss more than twice. But we could pretty much assume that my memory doesn't really hold much credibility given said alcohol consumption. It also felt good that I have stopped wanting to talk about the mess that HAD ...
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the boy wonders: October 2009
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Saturday, October 3, 2009. It wasn't Ondoy; It wasn't an act of God. I did it. I sank Metro Manila. For the longest time, I stayed silent about the recent flood tragedy in my beloved Metropolis. In the City which I loved in spite of all its imperfections. In the place, unlike so many of my countrymen (and I understand why they had made such a decision), I refused to abandon. How many private vehicles drive within the bus lanes and how many goddam buses swerve from one side of the road to the other?
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the boy wonders: September 2008
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Monday, September 29, 2008. I believe it's called an orbit. Re-entering the blogosphere hasn't been as easy as i imagined it to be. It's just that when you get used to steeping in your own acrid-smelling drama, the feelings and emotions no longer trickle down to reach you fingers. The keyboard remains untouched. The next post will be happy. And I assure you that I will find a better star to spin around at - it could be career, family life or social scene. I will try my best to be a whore. Any...While I a...
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the boy wonders: The official first post
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. The official first post. I have not written anything with literary merit for more than four months. If you think about it, life is full of disclaimers. "Slippery when wet," "Contents may not be suitable for children," "Enter at your own risk," "Whatever makes you happy." Even "Maybe" could be considered an effing disclaimer. Disclaimers foreshadow drama. At the same time, it washes the guilt off the thing that would cause the pain. 1 "You delusional freak.". The second thin...
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the boy wonders: June 2009
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Monday, June 8, 2009. The Take Over, The Break's Over. I insist you admit, dear reader, that in one point in your life, you have also succumbed to some stupid thing longer than you should have just tolerated it. It's lent your life story a couple of may-I-listen-to-KEANNE-while-walking-and-staring-into-space moments. And after crying and howling and punching the bathroom wall, you proceed to do that one thing you regret all over again. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. My past (part 2).
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the boy wonders: December 2008
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Saturday, December 27, 2008. BECAUSE WHEN I FALL. An Ode to Oh-Eight). Because when I fall,. I don’t see what’s ahead. But I feel wisps. I allow them to find their way. Through my stubbles, and. To glide through the length of my arms -. Up to the side of my thighs. When I met you,. I was standing on some edge,. Where the horizon ended. And the sun was not allowed to enter. There are times when I steal peeks. Into your eyes -. In them, I see a reflection. Of myself swimming through. When I land,.
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the boy wonders: It wasn't Ondoy; It wasn't an act of God. I did it. I sank Metro Manila
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Saturday, October 3, 2009. It wasn't Ondoy; It wasn't an act of God. I did it. I sank Metro Manila. For the longest time, I stayed silent about the recent flood tragedy in my beloved Metropolis. In the City which I loved in spite of all its imperfections. In the place, unlike so many of my countrymen (and I understand why they had made such a decision), I refused to abandon. How many private vehicles drive within the bus lanes and how many goddam buses swerve from one side of the road to the other?
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the boy wonders: BECAUSE WHEN I FALL
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Saturday, December 27, 2008. BECAUSE WHEN I FALL. An Ode to Oh-Eight). Because when I fall,. I don’t see what’s ahead. But I feel wisps. I allow them to find their way. Through my stubbles, and. To glide through the length of my arms -. Up to the side of my thighs. When I met you,. I was standing on some edge,. Where the horizon ended. And the sun was not allowed to enter. There are times when I steal peeks. Into your eyes -. In them, I see a reflection. Of myself swimming through. When I land,.
