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Isang Siglong Tuod sa Malabong Sapa
hapong hapo, isang gabing pagod sa isa't kalahating araw at kalahating magdamag na minamasdan ang puting kisameng walang kamuang-muang.lasing sa mga malinaw na alaala ng ilang maliliit na desisyong ginawa maraming taon na ang nakaraan, mga araw nuong matapang pa ang ngayo'y gulong gulong dendrites sa utak na nilulunod ng protein mula sa araw araw na iniinom na whey.butterfly effect. the fluttering changed worlds ten years thereafter. an instant. yes, less than a lonely nanosecond. less than negligible approaching zero. and it changed everything. it has changed the world, and the number of combinations therewithin.sa ulirat naglalaro ang mga imaheng nagpapaluha sa mga mata mong ngayo'y nanlalabo. masaya ang kama, at ang mga unan ay nagdiriwang, at sa ilang minuto pa, matatalo ka sa digmaang kalaban ang antok. sumasayaw ang hangin mula sa bentilador mong uuga uga, at ang mga lamok ay nasisiawit ng Push The Button.game theory. the value of the game is zero. always. never less. never more. just nil. none. and the world is never happy. never sad. just waiting. lonely. watching. exert all effort. your losses, their gains. but the world is never greater. and you made nothing for him not to forget you. you and zero, alike. similar. one.ngayon nasa alpha stage na ang isipang nilalabanan ang antok na syang kanina pang humahaplos sa mga kuko ng iyong kamalayan. at duon, ikaw ay masaya. ikaw ang hari. habang umaagos ang tubig, ang putik, ang mga sirenang mukhang dilis na galing pang cebu. masaya kang nakatingala sa langit, ang mga ulap nagagalak, ang kalawakan nagnanais na maangkin mo. dahil sa utak mo, sa isip mong pagod na pagod, napapagalaw mo ang mundo, at ang isang kalawakang mas malaki pa sa value ng infinity. Bukas, pag natuyo na ang tubig sa paanan, lalakad ka, didilat ang mga matang tila nakadroga, at kahit zero ang value ng game, ayos na ang kahit makagawa ka ng isang epektong di kagandahan sa isa pang player. dahil iniisip mo, kahit ang isang siglong tuod sa malabong sapa ay gagalaw, pag pagod na ang lupa.Dreamy. Non-moving. But breathing.
drunkard
smokey room, fourth iced campari, crouded, tiny little bar, damn cool, so relaxed, soft husky voice, accoustic guitar, solitary corner, so nervous, eye contacts, a distant stare, vague, spotlighted stage, a smile, lifted chair, soberly thoughts, seventh bacardi, light closed eyes, so weak, wild vision, so intoxicated, so drunk, damn freak, last cigar, so pumped, french kiss, fucking hard, paralyzed, damn straight, saturday night, a hopelessly drunkard; drunkard words by zantuangelo 22th of may, 2006
cigarettes
like i'm smoking cigarettes, you got me nervous and trembling, like i'm rolling the grass, you got me feel like i'm pumped, like i'm smoking camel or winston or salem and marlboro lights, you got me puffing like 'bout a pack a night, like i'm dependent upon a drug, you got me feel high, like i'm addicted of nicotine, you got me feel like a junkie, it makes it hard for me to breathe, it ain't healthy but you're the one to help me quit; cigarettes words by zantuangelo 16th of may, 2006
tagay!
maginhawa ang umaga, mainit ang tanghali, pawis sa hapon, lamig ang gabi, puyat ang umaga, sa tanghali gising, antok sa hapon, tulog ang gabi, umaga ang umpisa, tunganga sa tanghali, tapos sa hapon, plano sa gabi, umaga ang hamog, sa tanghali ang sinag, lulubog sa hapon, sa gabi ang ningning, malabo ang umaga, maliwanag ang tanghali, sa hapon silaw, madilim sa gabi, sa umaga gutom, sa tanghali busog, kalikasan sa hapon, gabi ang tugumpay, muta sa umaga, tinga sa tanghali, sa hapon kulangot, libag sa gabi, sa umaga tigas, sa tanghali lambot, basa sa hapon, sa gabi ang sarap, kape sa umaga, sago sa tanghali, halohalo sa hapon, tagay naman sa gabi, tagay!; tagay! words by zantuangelo 10th of may, 2006
Bloggingly Yours
Today we take time out to answer questions randomly hurled to yours truly by anonymous senders, whose identities may be truly yours. Dear blog-kada,
Ano ho ba ang blog? Anong pauso ho ba yan? Pano ba mag blog? May bayad ba yan?
- PerstaymerDear Perstaymer,
Blogs or web logs are generally online (in)formal journals maintained by individuals or groups to record experiences, works, events, observations and views, among other things, commonly in a chronology. Not a few bloggers write snippets of their lives or the lives of others, if not the lack thereof, in either or both. I thought I had to anticipate when people would start blogging about blogging. I was wrong. They are doing it now, they are living it now.
No idea as to who started this. Try Google. I suspect, since the net started, blogs – loosely described - have been there all along if we think about all those electronic documentations of how one could possibly validate existence ( e.g. Welcome to my website! It’s all about me. Oh yes, I wanna be adored!).
How to blog: More than the speedy internet connection, the writing skills, the dynamic html blah-blah knowledge, more than the bazillion friendster buddies you have for your target audience, the basic requirement really is whether you got the nerve (imagined or otherwise) to actually believe you have something interesting to write about. Blogs with ready template variations to choose from are now free for everyone, so why should temerity be not.
Happy first blogging.
Bloggingly yours, blog-kadaDear blog-kada,
Call me Trinity. But that’s not too original. Scorpio384 then. Oh no, that sounds tacky. Whatever I call myself, I now hereby make a declaration: This is it! Finally, I found my writer’s voice no paper and pencil can justifiably capture. I couldn’t wait to blog I unearthed all those copious diaries way back when I first learned to write my name. I haven’t decided on the title for my blog yet, but I will not lose time. You have no idea what beauty and madness, highs and lows, perks and perils life has shown me. Vivid in my memory was this episode at the age of five, when upon the sight of a frog in our home garden where I was celebrating my birthday that afternoon, and with the children from the neighborhood all excited to…
----------- Letter discontinued as per DTI (Demented Transcripts International) Permit No. 00001 Series of 2006. Blogging may be hazardous to your health.Dear Trinity/Scorpio384/Whatever,
So effing what? That is your letter, not your blog.
Bloggingly yours, blog-kadaDear blog-kada,
Blag , blag, blag , blaaaaaag! Puro kayo blag! Anong chuvaness yan?!!! Magkakapera ba ko jan, ha?
- lolita-maalindogDear lolita,
Why not, choc-not? Some online ads claim they can be monetized. You earn money as you blog while readers get a barrage of interminable pop-ups. Why, you got the site at no cost, anyway. That’s how advertising works online – aggressive, strategic, and yes, annoying (as if we don’t get the same preconditioning with the relentless Kris Aquino billboards populating EDSA). I can’t vouch for the promise of just about any hosted advertising as I have yet to encounter a blogger who made money in this whole enterprise. (And for those who actually raked in real bucks from such, hey, we can talk.)
But lest we miss the other fact: isn’t blogging self-promotion in itself? With that, lolit, if you ever get tremendously popular through your electronic autobiography, picture the fame and fortune, the glitz and glamour, the honor and honorarium in translating your work into a literary, theatrical, or cinematic opus. It’s no longer the age of Anne Frank. Make way for The Blog of Lolit Maalindog. Soon in bookstores/theatres/cyber-cinemas near you.
Bloggingly yours, blog-kadaDear blog-kada,
Gusto ko na ren mag blog. Magkaka jowa kaya ako dito?
- ballsofthunderDear ballsofthunder,
Arguably, the medium can jazz up your charisma. Adobe Photoshop may just churn in the packaging you want. Still, luck has to factor in somewhere. Try blogging with Madam Auring and see if you have that “asim” leverage.
Bloggingly yours, blog-kadaDear blog-kada
ASL?
- anonymous-anonymousDear anonymous-anonymous,
Hoy, Madam Auring! From Friendster, you turned to Blogspot!
Bloggingly yours, blog-kada
For blog advice we don’t need but you may possibly have use for, write to:
Judas' Last Bottle
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Now, open your Eyes. Wake up from onehoursidetripFantasy With Magdalene--- and the seven and fourteen (Gods) Be glad---- Rejoice. That you, Judas, In heaven of 2, 0 0 6 years Is now, DrinkinG ice cold beer SmokinG With ashes on your ---white--- shirt Breathe ----- You, godly --man. Animal ----- and a drinker. Be glad---- Rise After 15 minutes You exited the bland heaven of domino playing ------ (Gods) With sweet after taste of 5% alcohol beer, .YouFinished. Typing
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