February 2012
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Three Oddest Words | Wislawa Symborska
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no non-being can hold.
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R.I.P Wislawa Szymborska (and thank you, thank you...
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My apologies to chance for calling it necessity
My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all.
Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.
My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.
My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first.
Forgive me,...
January 2012
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Forgetting Someone | Yehuda Amichai
Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day But then it is the light that makes you remember.
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"It will come."
It will come. The ones who deserve the purest love are oftentimes the ones who wait the longest. You get to the soul of a thing by experiencing it until it whittles down to its most basic yet potent form, like rose oil. -Aleck Maramag-Arradaza, whom I look up to and look for when I need the right words.
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In the mornings (part 1)
I feel like returning the favor a little so I wrote about the shoot with Edric over here. Here are snippets for those who want it quick, quick, quick.
I like how Edric’s photos have that dreamy film quality in them. Here, I feel the gentleness of age, as if an entire story has been told before the camera’s click. I fiddled around with some of his lens filters, which not a lot of...
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But of all the things I have to let go of, I must first let go of myself. There is a prayer in my body that sings of triumph; the strength of my limbs are ready to climb the troubled terrain of hearts, mine and yours. It is time, it’s about time, it will be time for death to die. My escape will be thunderous, hope will grow hands to clap for me, and I will run with wind rattling like chains not of...
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March is the month for alarmingly lovely live...
The boy and I just booked flights to SG to watch the Foo Fighters on March 2. And then I already have VIP tickets to the Death Cab For Cutie show here in Manila on March 5. I’m alright with missing Laneway and Bush and Toe. (But there’s Radiohead in July, hmm.) For now, these two bands are more than enough; my heart is a balloon flying up, up, up.
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