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breathing still: January 2008
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Unbelievably, this blog continues to breathe on. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. Punasan mo muna ang papatak na luha. Wag mong sayangin ang panahon sa pag-aalala. Sa mga tao at mga pangyayaring nakasakit sa iyo. Iwan mo na itong sulok ng pagmumukmok. Alisin mo na ang ngitngit na namumuo sa puso. Huwag ka nang magalit sa manggagamit. Hindi ba kusa ka rin namang nagpagamit. At lihim pang naghintay ng kapalit? Heto ang balikat ko. Sumandal ka muna hanggang mabawi mo ang iyong lakas. Tuesday, January 29, 2008.
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breathing still: Pep Talk
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Unbelievably, this blog continues to breathe on. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. Punasan mo muna ang papatak na luha. Wag mong sayangin ang panahon sa pag-aalala. Sa mga tao at mga pangyayaring nakasakit sa iyo. Iwan mo na itong sulok ng pagmumukmok. Alisin mo na ang ngitngit na namumuo sa puso. Huwag ka nang magalit sa manggagamit. Hindi ba kusa ka rin namang nagpagamit. At lihim pang naghintay ng kapalit? Heto ang balikat ko. Sumandal ka muna hanggang mabawi mo ang iyong lakas. February 25, 2008 at 1:42 AM.
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breathing still: Ikalawang Lap
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Unbelievably, this blog continues to breathe on. Sunday, August 31, 2008. Punding hedlayt. pudpod na gulong. yupi-yuping kaha. Imposibleng tatagal pa siya. Makinang kumakalampag. gasolinang papaubos. prenong di kumakagat. Panganib sa sarili at sa kapwa ang dala. Humaharurot ang lahat sa kanyang paligid-. Mga sasakyang paikut-ikot sa race track ay. Walang busi-busina kung ungusan ang bawat isa. Upang sa finish line ay mauna. Wari'y nabulag na ang tanan sa nagkikislapang ilaw o.
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barely breathing: 06/01/09
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Much character is needed to finish a race. Monday, June 1, 2009. Photo courtesy of soilerosion.net. Minsan pang nagtipon ang karagatan sa himpapawid. Nagsiksikan kami sa bulak ng alapaap. Laging hatid nami'y matinding unos. Kidlat at kulog ang naging hudyat sa inaabangang pagbiyak ng abong langit. Matapos bumilang ng matagal na panahon, heto kami bumubulusok sa kawalan. Nakabibinging ingay ang dulot ng hanging kasalubong at. Mabilis nitong hinuhubog ang bawat patak bago ang nakaambang salpukan.
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coming out of breathlessness: March 2010
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Coming out of breathlessness. Thursday, March 18, 2010. Walking beyond the road less traveled. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/pedromourapinheiro/. CC BY-NC-SA 2.0. The clear night sky compelled my attention-. Full moon beaming at its finest and stars dazzling as ever. The dry breeze played a sonata. As it was accompanied by the tapping of the leaves. Serenity bragged tranquility all over the place. What a complete mockery! In my mind, chaos best portrayed the pause of a nanosecond. Or was it plain fear?
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coming out of breathlessness: February 2010
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Coming out of breathlessness. Monday, February 22, 2010. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/ips/. CC BY-NC-ND 2.0. That acquainted wind found me once again. Blowing on my face, causing my eyes to shut, taking away my soul for a treat,. Caressing, calming, chiding me. To momentarily take a dip in my fountain of strength. Everything became surreal but oddly familiar. It looked like the sun too had been kinder- warmer than it was yesterday,. Bathing me with an unusual attention,. Much better than i prayed for.
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coming out of breathlessness: walking beyond the road less traveled
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Coming out of breathlessness. Thursday, March 18, 2010. Walking beyond the road less traveled. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/pedromourapinheiro/. CC BY-NC-SA 2.0. The clear night sky compelled my attention-. Full moon beaming at its finest and stars dazzling as ever. The dry breeze played a sonata. As it was accompanied by the tapping of the leaves. Serenity bragged tranquility all over the place. What a complete mockery! In my mind, chaos best portrayed the pause of a nanosecond. Or was it plain fear?
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coming out of breathlessness: The Ultimate Submission
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Coming out of breathlessness. Monday, February 22, 2010. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/ips/. CC BY-NC-ND 2.0. That acquainted wind found me once again. Blowing on my face, causing my eyes to shut, taking away my soul for a treat,. Caressing, calming, chiding me. To momentarily take a dip in my fountain of strength. Everything became surreal but oddly familiar. It looked like the sun too had been kinder- warmer than it was yesterday,. Bathing me with an unusual attention,. Much better than i prayed for.
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coming out of breathlessness: Tattling of the Hidden Bricks
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Coming out of breathlessness. Wednesday, December 15, 2010. Tattling of the Hidden Bricks. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/nicmcphee/2050716895/. The universe seemed to move in perfect harmony-. The wind caressing the soil, the water tickling the fire. But in this silent festivity, mistrust had betrayed. It had crept into the palace, unbeknownst to anyone. How quickly did the dagger stain the granite floor! The crimson ink instantaneously wrote the tragedy onto the polished stones. Forgiven but not forgotten.
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coming out of breathlessness: December 2010
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Coming out of breathlessness. Wednesday, December 15, 2010. Tattling of the Hidden Bricks. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/nicmcphee/2050716895/. The universe seemed to move in perfect harmony-. The wind caressing the soil, the water tickling the fire. But in this silent festivity, mistrust had betrayed. It had crept into the palace, unbeknownst to anyone. How quickly did the dagger stain the granite floor! The crimson ink instantaneously wrote the tragedy onto the polished stones. Forgiven but not forgotten.
