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theorgy: August 2010
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Theory with a g. Monday, August 30, 2010. The emotionally hungry Mykt2s. The I-understand-and-wish-to-continue Manila Raunch. That bad news Davaoenio they call J. They are the four that made it to the magickal 50 bloggers. Them 50 bloggers who have outted themselves interested in theorgy's first collective blogging experience. Calling on creative writer Rogerick Fernandez to give us a seanc-e about his blog address for you to make it to the fifty-first. Friday, August 27, 2010. Taking gloves his off).
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the revelations of an inconspicuous mind: Alkansya vendor
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The revelations of an inconspicuous mind. Where her excess thoughts flow. Sunday, November 18, 2012. It was the heavy traffic in Uyanguren Street on Friday afternoon that I noticed a kid selling "alkansya" or cylinder coin banks made of wood, covered with printed papers like that of gift wrappers. He displayed his products in front of a big food chain here, the one with a big red bee mascot. Photo by Ace Morandante / www.davaotoday.com. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. She wa...
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the revelations of an inconspicuous mind: University of the Waves
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The revelations of an inconspicuous mind. Where her excess thoughts flow. Sunday, October 14, 2012. University of the Waves. Skimboarders wait for bigger waves at Dahican, Mati City. It was five o’clock in the morning on Sunday in a fine weather when players of Team Amihan, a Filipino term for northeast monsoon, gathered at Dahican Beach. Carrying their skimboards in different sizes and designs, the children of this poor fisher folk village lined up at the shore while waiting for their mentor’s call.
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the revelations of an inconspicuous mind: May 2011
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The revelations of an inconspicuous mind. Where her excess thoughts flow. Wednesday, May 4, 2011. I had just been dumped yesterday. I'm still a bit intoxicated not by inebration (or herbal high), but by compunction that has chagrined me since the day my heart was broken. I have been drifting mindlessly with the wind like a weightless leaf fallen from an old tree. In the meantime, I'll let Pablo Neruda express my feelings with his poem, If you forget me. I want you to know. You know how this is:. In me al...
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the revelations of an inconspicuous mind: October 2012
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The revelations of an inconspicuous mind. Where her excess thoughts flow. Wednesday, October 24, 2012. From Bertolucci to Bob Dylan. Bernardo Bertolucci's The Dreamers reminded me of a song I used to listen when I was living in Quezon City in 2009. I thought I heard one of Bob Dylan's songs, although I wasn't sure if it was his, but his voice was so nostalgic. Something that I listen to all the time only three years ago? I had to open this blog to check on my blog post. Yes, the one that's entitled t...
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the revelations of an inconspicuous mind: November 2012
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The revelations of an inconspicuous mind. Where her excess thoughts flow. Sunday, November 18, 2012. It was the heavy traffic in Uyanguren Street on Friday afternoon that I noticed a kid selling "alkansya" or cylinder coin banks made of wood, covered with printed papers like that of gift wrappers. He displayed his products in front of a big food chain here, the one with a big red bee mascot. Photo by Ace Morandante / www.davaotoday.com. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. She wants to w...
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the revelations of an inconspicuous mind: February 2011
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The revelations of an inconspicuous mind. Where her excess thoughts flow. Tuesday, February 15, 2011. Thinking about P.N. Oh not again. I don't know why I'm thinking about Pablo Neruda again. I'd rather post his piece here. If You Forget Me. I want you to know. You know how this is:. At the crystal moon, at the red branch. Of the slow autumn at my window,. Or the wrinkled body of the log,. Everything carries me to you,. As if everything that exists,. Aromas, light, metals,. Well, now,. Do not look for me,.
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the revelations of an inconspicuous mind: July 2011
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The revelations of an inconspicuous mind. Where her excess thoughts flow. Monday, July 11, 2011. These are a few quotes I received recently from a Capricorn friend. What a chase of spins this thought with two hearts holding hands through us on the moonlit evenings and the mornings when city and sea take shape from dark while the nightingale sings. The vain beauty cares most for the conquest which employed the whole artillery of her charms. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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the revelations of an inconspicuous mind: February 2015
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The revelations of an inconspicuous mind. Where her excess thoughts flow. Thursday, February 26, 2015. Wan Chai, Hong Kong. By Lorie Ann Cascaro. Illusion, why are you deluding? You crawl in to my sheet like cold feet. Why do I come here? Strawberry, pear and tangerine. Is it just the weather? Perhaps, the bed for queen. Illusion, I know. You're clear as daylight. You're still in sight. Topics revealed Hong Kong. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Kol, nganong nag-brep lang man ka, kol?
