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c. 1992
Tumakbu-takbo si Ian sa HELE subject namin. Tingin niya siguro wrestling ring ang klasrum. Nagpatalbog-talbog mula dulo pabalik. Napabarandal ang kanang kamay niya sa pakong nakausli sa pader.
Ngalngal siya. Tawanan kami.
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c. 2006
Okey lang namn na may gerlpren basta marunong kang magdala; tiyak na magkakasundo kayo.
Kung gusto mo ng long time relationship, dapat hahabaan ang pasensya at maging understanding. Higit sa lahat, ipakita mo ang tunay na nadarama mo sa kanya. Ibig kong sabihin ay ‘yung pagmamahal mo sa kanya.
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c. 1997
Nauso ang topsider na may medyas. Nauso ang balat na sandalyas na may butas-butas at strap na may medyas. Baduy daw sabi ng tiyo ko. Hindi ko sila ginaya. Jeprox ba? Baduy. Jologs sa panahon ngayon.
May kilala akong nagsusuot ng Birkis tapos medyas. Nagmula siya sa Davao at nag-aral sa Ateneo De Manila. Kawawang bata, hindi alam ang kalakalan sa Maynila.
Published in happyobituary.multiply.com on 14 March 2008 5:41 am.
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She was wearing make-up. Lip-stick. Eye-liner. Eye-shadows. Blush-on. Spray-net. Fish-net. Stock-ings.
Stuck in a middle of a frozen traffic-jam.
Bought some dose of cashew-nuts and belly-bum.
She is Lady-Bhabes. Daughter of renowned classical-exhibitionist.
Philanthropist. Her father, the dentist of all tooth-aches.
Heart-breaks. Head-turners. Hotel-mongers.
Lies in hays. Lays eggs. Begs.
Porcupine-alms-giver. Donation-sacrilege.
Paper-charity.
Search. Find.
Zero. Nothing. Nada.
Kudos. Hail. Congratulations.
Conglomerate-good-luck.
Blink-charm. Heart-big. Heart-small.
Stirrup. Cochlea. Eyes-covex.
Conveyor-belt. Whack-wallet.
Count-1-2-3. 3-2-1.
Twelve-movement.
Brown-reaction.
Cation. Anion.
Vector-tragedy. Desert-swarm.
Happiness. Bliss. Tea-cup.
Protect. Potion. Seam. Foot-work.
End. Dark. Light.
Shade. Shadow. Curtain-close.
Pull. Up. New. Old.
Go. Time. Stop.
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Originally published in happyobituary.multiply.com on Nov 16, 2007 1:53
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I was not supposed to sleep. With my jeans and shirt from yesterday? No. But I did and sank into a shallow slumber. I thought I woke up but then none of my physical limbs were moving.
I was experiencing sleep paralysis.
My initial reaction was to struggle starting from the tips of my fingers. I could not remember what the dream was about but I was able to grasp some real air for a while. Then I closed my eyes again.
This time, I planned to go back to the trance. I thought I could fly and pass through walls but to no avail. I only imagined that I reached as far as the first floor of my apartment.
It was a boring sleep paralysis.
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Originally published in happyobituary.multiply.com on Nov 5, 2007 7:49 PM
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I came, I saw, I conquered.
No.
I sat, I walked, turned the key, and entered my house.
Walked to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and poked the sandwich.
It wasn’t that frigid yet.
I was planning to hammer it while it was dead frozen. See how many pieces would shatter.
Smithereens shower. Slow motion. Splendid.