de-boned.

I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found a way to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it." -Susie Salmon

Thanks for A. Jamolin for the copy.

Fried Chicken

Toughness, that’s what as a crown

you Plurk the world with.

Your toughness

that everything for you is now hard core.

Hard

as the jawbreakers’ core.

I could pop my head

open

with your toughness .

Kronk couldn’t beat you up.

Fleshy sinew.

I never thought that I would see heaven.

Everything on the outside would seem

like rubber. Rubber on my teeth.

Rubber on my tongue.

I feel vulcanized. Demonized.

Ne Yo was blaring as I tore up space.

Mama, Papa and their baby

see me fit as I do it.

But they will soon leave along

with you

and you r

white pearly car of a plate.

Swift annoyingly opens her mouth more than the annoying orange.

I finally see your wholeness.

You are an empty soul

that once made old Mac Donald smile.

You had a husband,

five, six, seven children

who only knew how to bow and chirp up ideas.

You under a chandelier is a morphling.

You are constant yet you break

into the senses

like you always do.

You are breaking and entering.

Infiltrating.

The world is not an apple

That you bite because she said so.

You are never you.

The world is you.

Your skin, bone and flesh.

But you changed.

Doing nothing

Believe it or not, I do poetry when I am bored.


Pug paws', moose on...


It started as drip drafts
Emptying the fool of the heavens
We

were drying up existence of man as we
No it.

Topping the twisted turbine tunnel of the tiny trickle
Fine, turn it left
I was there

to see the reader who read Ruffa Mae upside down

A pulse were not picked up from here
It was not in order. It was firm

Friendly foils too

It was just.right
torrid was the way man met the tears of the gods

It was not wedlock.
We presume.

Perpetual mesh
couldn't possibly smother the two into one.

Siphons, vials, tubes, tongue depressors

You just won't do either

Time is essential to everything.

I tore happiness
I wasted a tear for you. It
wasn't enough

You made a movie about it.

Melting pot of everything, that's what you are
eternal bless while scratching my
back forehead

I flushed when you looked back at me
It was good, you said.

The river was never a river,
it was Devils' Kettle-where no one knows
where it goes


rhyme time

But we had faith in each other.
Someday we'll end up

in a burger shop together.

But everything was in harmony
and we don't care at all. Noe.Ninny


Yeah, you said.
Ooh, I said.

I left the room with butterflies and a happy conviction.
No sud disposition.


12:34 am
the 17th of February

Of being an activist

No, I could not define myself as one. I think I never could. I could never see myself behind a picket line. I'm too scared to do that. Chicken.

**

Saw the movie "Dukot" yesterday and I got the skivvies? Heeby-jeebies.

**

I'm proud that I am an active student. Being active in school always kills the monotony of my life. It, however, makes my mom's blood pressure go beyond the limit.

Maybe I'll see myself behind a picket line someday. Maybe it's because food won't be free no more./KP

Listing

I am still not over my book list yet. I've skipped two and ignored one. I was thinking that I'll never finish my list. I think I'll change that. I'll finish it.

***
And about finishing, I just finished the-postponed-always-really-again exam. That's another one off my what to do list.

***

Just watched Time Traveler's Wife. I fell asleep. It was too long. 500 Days of Summer is better. Much better. I love Summer.

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Current revision of "the list":

1. watch any movie in the cinema
2. sleep some more
3. sleep some more

February and still no midterm exams

It's no bummer yet it's true. It's February and still no middle term examinations on a major subject. Conflict of schedule, of time, of people, lahat.

Situations are not difficult. The people in it are. If as a group your co-members only grumble and never speak out, nothing will be resolved. If your co-members are silent, they're preparing for a hefty back bitiing session with their friends. Digesting people only chew, seldom talk like there is no tomorrow.

That's why I hate to be in a group that never speaks up-they'll end up talking about the loudmouth behind it's back. And usually I am the loudmouth.

It's not that I am angry with people talking behind other peoples' back (hey, I do that though unusually low on the pinoy level), it's just that they are not talking when you want them to talk and they talk when you turn your back on them.

They didn't even present a premise or a solution to our problem.
They didn't even talk or say any suggestion.
They didn't even say why they won't take the exams.
They looked sulky; a look I always hate.

What in the world do they need?

An electrical charge?
A slap on the face?
A good harsh taking-to?

Nevermind. They are hopeless.

As for our professor, I really hope he makes this an easy one.

dead feb

I was watching the coveted reality show last night at my boarding house when they announced that their grand closing finale night would be on the thirteenth. Then the following argument:

Good Me: it's the night before the 14th?
Bad Me: Isn't it obvious? that's why they have the hearty icon. droll.
G: It's still not valentines.
B: It'll be. They'll stop at around midnight.

***

The folio is done. No, the other one. The one not for february.

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I almost fell out of my chair when Swift was named best album of the year at the Grammy's. Even though her music sucks, people keep buying it and I don't know why. Note: Research.