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natalisms: Solitary Hamsters
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2006/07/solitary-hamsters.html
Fear has always been the reason behind the apathy that people try so hard to project. Why do we build walls? Because more often than not, we end up falling and getting hurt. We build walls to protect ourselves. Sooner or later though, we get tired of frontin' and keeping a stony facade. Finally, we decide that it's time to open up to the person we feel safest with. Why do we build walls? But the bigger question is, does such a person exist? Posted by Natalie Casuela-Quesada. Yun sa catcher in the rye!
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natalisms: Death by Talampakan
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2006/11/death-by-talampakan.html
Hunger that strikes at an inopportune time is an inconvenience. But ignoring the sounds of complaint my stomach gave out may have provoked a hypoglycemic fainting spell, which at the time, would have posed an even bigger inconvenience. It is thus with much appreciation that I thank God for the hundreds of. That line the streets of Manila every five meters or so. I asked a. For the local rip-off version of. And waited as another. Asked for a pack of cigarettes. Posted by Natalie Casuela-Quesada. Heheheh p...
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natalisms: Evolution
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2006/01/evolution.html
Nature, Mr. Allnut, is what we are put in this world to rise above. Katharine Hepburn in The African Queen, 1951. At that time many will turn away from the faith and will betray and hate each other, and many false prophets will appear and deceive many people. After the boom of technological advances in the last century, who can guess what's next? How could we have known that man would one day walk on the moon? Construct towers that reach the sky to mock the gods? Play music anytime and anywhere they go?
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natalisms: Missing Nancy
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-nancy.html
It was a gloomy day. It looked like twilight in the morn, hinting at a slow drizzle, as several lazy clouds drifted together in a congregation. The ocean was gray, reflecting the skies above, and the waters were clam as night. The smell of rain was in the air, that of cold damp earth lingering with the scent of morning dew on grass. The beach was almost completely deserted, with a few seagulls revolving around a moldy, rotten boot that found its way to shore. She was crying in silence. E vil primadonna&#...
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natalisms: Death to Fairytales
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2005/08/death-to-fairytales.html
Kill Cinderella, and Long Live the Queen! Death to fairytales, I say. Who the hell invented them, anyway? Yes, it is true that implementing a law or catalyzing a movement that would abolish fairytales would result to an entire societal shift in paradigm. I mean, whoever would want to read about a Cinderella who had to work as a slave in her own house for the rest of her life because fairy godmothers don't exist? Or a Snow White who never woke up from her death simply because that would be impossible?
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natalisms: Love and Herpes
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-and-herpes.html
I stooped down to smell the roses. And missed Cupid's arrow by an inch. Life was beautiful. Each morning, I looked forward to the prospect of falling in love. I welcomed every opportunity. And when it finally came, stupidly enough, I missed it. What is it about love, anyway? At times, we find ourselves alone, surrounded by couples happily in love. The caged birds sing their odes of joy and we vomit. But soon enough, that feeling of nostalgia gets to us. Like herpes, love is contagious as hell. We seek fo...
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natalisms: Wallflower
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-look-at-me-same-way-anymore.html
You don't look at me the same way anymore. Like the wallpaper on the bathroom wall. It's the little things that count. But it's also the little things that miss your attention. When something becomes routine. We take things for granted. You wouldn't notice if I took just one step back. Air is only important when there is none. Posted by Natalie Casuela-Quesada. Wow youre still blogging! What can i say? Naapektuhan ako sa poem na to! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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natalisms: Best Friends' Day on Election Day
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-friends-day-on-election-day.html
Best Friends' Day on Election Day. Zombies are coming," he said in a deep, slow monotone as he clicked away on his mouse, staring at the screen of his laptop with an unwavering expression. I look up from my books and glare at him, uselessly, since he was too focused on his game to even glance at my direction. I should have known:. Spending a day at Chili's with my books and Noel with his laptop = spending a day at Chili's with my books alone. So today is Election Day. And for that, I love him too. On the...
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natalisms: Indulge Me.
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2008/09/indulge-me.html
After having a hundred encounters with airheads who spend countless hours talkin' about themselves without even realizing you never said a word, I vowed to never place another person in that same situation of torture I've always had to endure. I promised to talk about myself as minimally as possible (unless I'm talking to my best friends, of course). . Dare I say "no"? Damnit, this was. give or take.15 pounds ago. . I think this was about the time I met Noel (or was it 6 years ago? 3 French fries.
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natalisms: Cheshire Cat
http://natalisms.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheshire-cat.html
He was walking backwards, and he didn’t know it. The marble tiles glowed blue and sprouted a black flower with every step backward he took. . He was wearing red Chuck Taylors with yellow laces. . In a weird sort of way, it complemented his checkered trousers. She watched him from the shadows, with a handcrafted piece of clothing in her hands, embroidered with erotic images from the teachings of Kama Sutra. She stood up, approached him quietly from behind, and gave him a tap on the shoulder. . She imag...