June 2012
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Sometimes I truly believe I’m a monster.
Like now.
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May 2012
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So I guess it’s easy for me, a fairly privileged person, to say that life is good so don’t waste it.
No, horrible, awful things have not happened in my life.
In fact, it’s been pretty damn good to me.
Yes, there will be some people that think I’m insensitive for posting something like this.
But you know what?
Life is good,
so don’t waste it.
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How do you know...
…if what you did was the right thing?
Or that it won’t affect the rest of your life?
They say that butterfly wings fluttering causes hurricanes on the other side of the world.
What if that tiny decision caused a chain of events to happen that ended badly?
If something so beautiful and delicate as a butterfly can cause something as horrible as a hurricane, what can one bit of...
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Feeling Lost
I always feel so left out whenever I see my non-Filipino Asian friends hanging out with each other.
Vietnamese kids hang out with Vietnamese kids.
Chinese kids hang out with Chinese kids.
Japanese kids hang out with Japanese kids.
And of course they all speak their native languages.
They’re so close to their own people.
so familiar with their culture.
I’m jealous. I feel lost...
April 2012
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On the Outside
What most people don’t know Is that we are only separated By an inch of glass And on the other side of that glass Is me. I’m on the outside looking in. Looking in to the parties, The laughs, The friends and the couples. And sometimes I wish I was on the inside looking out, Where I wouldn’t be the only one Who was looking. But I can’t be. I dance to my own music, I sing to...
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Rain, rain...
Rain, rain, go away, Come again some other day… It’s raining blood today. And somehow, it won’t stop. Drip, drop, drip, drop… The rain still hasn’t stopped, and I don’t think it will. Plip, plop, plip, plop… The world is drenched in blood, why won’t it stop? Drip, drop, plip, plop… It’s raining blood today. And somehow I’m not...
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Symphony of Insanity
Hearing that entrancing music Seeing that so lovely light That is killing me inside Even thought so hard I fight. Knowing that my brain is dying And I cannot do a thing Letting insanity take over While the horrid organ sings. Touching my last link to “sanity” As the craziness takes toll, Sluggishly, I know, oh yes Body loses touch of soul. I pick up my callused fingers Moving them so...
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Lost in Imagination
Lost in her imagination, Twiddling fingers, Twitchy hands Wishing, wanting praying, hoping to be back in Wonderland. Wonderland…oh, Wonderland! Where Hatters really are mad And dormice sleep in sugar bowls and good…may also mean bad. Where caterpillars are awfully vague And white rabbits, always late For one or another, or mayhaps another Important, important, important date. No one...
30th April 1937
peminismoliberal:
The Filipina women got the right to vote. It was a long fight against sexism, and remembering how long the fight went on, as it took decades, we are given hope. The future for our other rights might seem bleak, but no fight is easy. We will make society hear our voice and demands.
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=^.~=: Political Isolation in Anime Fandom? →
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There is something that I have been noticing lately, that is really starting to get under my skin a bit about anime fandom, or maybe just comics, anime, etc. fans as a whole. I’ve noticed that people in general are extremely welcoming and friendly people, until they know your political stances or…
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Chasing
Some people have their beauty that attracts people to them.
Some people have their natural charm.
Some have their smarts.
But then
there are some
that don’t have any of these traits.
For their whole lives, they are the ones who have to pull the things they care about towards them, hold it tight and never let it go for fear of never being able to pull it close ever again.
For some, it...
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Hollow
I have a jade ring that belonged to my late grandmother, my Nanay.
It’s set in gold and the stone is green with some natural swirling designs. Sometimes the little piece of jade moves around a bit within the gold where it is set.
Yes, it is beautiful.
Yes, it was hers.
Yes, it is hollow.
I try to find meaning within those swirls of black and...
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Black, Gray, White
White is for Life First, Untainted and Pure That was sprayed with the Black Which nothing can cure. Black is the color That came after life That was the complete opposite Of the pure color white. Gray stands for us, A bit tainted, not quite But still, neither Black, And still, not quite White.
When you just want to hang out with family undisturbed…
Listen
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Where I'm From
I am from brushes, both hair and paint From hands stained with the sky and the sea as well And dusted with the Earth. I am from lullabies From my Ina’s voice and gentle beating of my Ama’s heart. From sour soup, from sticky dessert, And smiles and tears From stories Of my Lolo Of my Tatay Of his mangos and his papaya. I am from words Both silent and sweet Formed on the lips of my Ate...
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“Ang hindi nagmamahal sa sariling wika ay masahol pa sa malansang isda”
– Jose Rizal
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