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figments of imagination: September 2009
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The laziest way to think. Tuesday, September 22, 2009. From a 'taxi ride' story. Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.". Friday, September 18, 2009. Poem of the week. If You Forget Me. I want you to know. You know how this is:. At the crystal moon, at the red branch. Of the slow autumn at my window,. Or the wrinkled body of the log,. Everything carries me to you,. As if everything that exists,. Aromas, light, metals,. Well, now,. Do not look for me,. Neruda...
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figments of imagination: two birthdays and Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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The laziest way to think. Wednesday, November 11, 2009. Two birthdays and Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Today is one of those special dates. it's someone's birthday, and i don't even know where that someone is. to you, wherever you are and whoever the devil you are with, i wish you a happy birthday. I am just on some thirty pages from the cover, and i couldn't help falling in his poetic spell, from the lucidity of his realities beyond human comprehension to his eloquence in human love. We men are the miserable...
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figments of imagination: January 2009
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The laziest way to think. Tuesday, January 13, 2009. The tips of my fingers. All dressed with flour. Two cups of water. And gone was the hour. If not for the bright moon. And the falling of leaves. I had used the right spoon. And watched over my cookies. Cause they turned out so sweet. I wanted to believe. I cried for my cookies. And how bad it felt. How much i loved salt. Now i know i need not bake. Any bread of that sort. Cause all i had to do. Was let it all loose. Shut my eyes close. The night is sha...
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figments of imagination: December 2008
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The laziest way to think. Tuesday, December 23, 2008. On eggs, pregnancy, and night sky. What makes the desert beautiful," said the Little Prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well.". December 18 marked the last day of our classes this year. No one was feverish and swarmed with school works because there's not that much to do, except for some encoding and revisions of theses, which practically compensated for the hours wasted on absolute idleness. In short, pang-walis sa nagbuburak na utak. I knew it wa...
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figments of imagination: June 2009
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The laziest way to think. Sunday, June 28, 2009. I had a very disturbing Friday morning. believe me. it was my third day as a slacker-no-more and it was supposed to be a great day because during Fridays we are allowed to move away from looking like poor corporate slaves. i could wear by favorite black Tootsie Roll vintage shirt and maong pants, and just feel comfortable without any disturbing collar or blistering sandals. I was idealistic even when i was eight! What do you expect? Oh well, i don't really...
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figments of imagination: July 2009
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The laziest way to think. Tuesday, July 28, 2009. Why does 28 always have to be a lonely day? I don't know. all i know is just it's too boring to drink all alone on a 28. Sunday, July 12, 2009. This is an email shared by Niko Papasideris, a not-so-new indie recording artist from Nashville, TN, whom i met on MySpace some years ago. i admit, i do not entirely agree with the wordplay, but hey, it's another way of looking at the road ahead! Why I Have No Goals. I have no goals. But I do have plans. I can't b...
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figments of imagination: anak ng ungas naman oh!
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The laziest way to think. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. Anak ng ungas naman oh! Napaka-indolent/useless/unproductive ko these days. ok, may masabi lang. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Metro Manila, Philippines. Has just realized that she really wants to be a writer- a great one. View my complete profile. My head is blank. i can hardly think of anything else, except this. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered. And the blue stars shiver in the distance.'.
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figments of imagination: a poetic description of poetry itself by the greatest romantic poet of all time
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The laziest way to think. Monday, September 07, 2009. A poetic description of poetry itself by the greatest romantic poet of all time. Neruda's somehow personal yet universal account of poetry). And it was at that age . Poetry arrived. In search of me. I don't know, I don't know where. It came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when,. No they were not voices, they were not. Words, nor silence,. But from a street I was summoned,. From the branches of night,. Abruptly from the others,. Tonig...
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figments of imagination: now i know
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The laziest way to think. Friday, October 23, 2009. The German educator Friedrich Wilhelm Froebel (1782-1852) is the father of the Kleinkinderbeschaftig-ungsanstalt (institution where small children are occupied). The name, too long even for the Germans, quickly shrank to Kindergarten (garden for children). Froebel wanted his school to be a garden where children unfolded as naturally as flowers. Excerpted from Compton's Interactive Encyclopedia. So that's why. hehe. ok, etymology. :p. The night is shatte...
