and so it is: three subjects off to a colorful end, and another three waiting for the final day of judgment.

i never thought that being a whore on-stage would cause me well.

i haven't confronted my P.E. prof yet - i'll repent first.

i want to start painting already: God, tame my eyes and my hands.

i would want to learn how to pray again - mutely.


matagal na kaming magkaibigan ni Melody. hindi ko na maalala kung papaano nagyari yun, baka siguro dahil siya ang supplier namin ng mga bulaklak tuwing rinerequire sa misa, o baka naman dahil sadyang wala lang kaming magawa pareho kaya heto, no choice kami.

hindi iyakin si Meko. sa katunayan nga, paminsan-minsan lang siya umiiyak, pag nalalasing, naaalala ang 8-day affair niya, nanunuod ng kesong mga pelikula, o di naman kaya pag binobola lang namin siya.

astig yang si Meko eh. kaya nga tuwang-tuwa ako tuwing nag-aasaran kami niyan, nanlalait ng kapwa tao, tumatawa ng malakas kahit nagsisitalsikan na mga laway namin, nagwawala sa condo nila, kinakaawaan si latog, kumakain na parang wala ng bukas, pinapaiyak namin si Eya kasi kwinekwestyon niya ang taste namin, nakikinig sa walang-kamatayang minamahal niyang si Bamboo, naglalaro ng Ultimate sa kawalanan ng gawain, nagdarasal para sa mga bagay-bagay na wala kaming control, nangagarap na aayos rin ang takbo ng kurso ng mga buhay namin.

haay, astig talaga si Melo.

Farewell

I would love to go home now. I'll miss myself badly.

I Wonder

I'm inconsistent. It's obvious.

I can't find the language tha I'm supposed to be at ease with; I can't get myself to write to God everytime I feel like throwing up words; I like Ilocano, Filipino and English; I throw up words in mid-air; I can't define what I feel for a certain person whom I thought to have left not-so-long ago; I haven't shown up for our date with my kids; I think I love "him"; I'm friends with the English medium; I don't feel like eating; I'm ashamed to face my PE2 prof whom I haven't seen for a month; I'm craving for "betamax"; I would very much like to explode on canvas again, given the simple and cheap properties of latex and water; I'm not able to keep a "quiet time" with God; I don't have the guts to finish my letter for "him" eventhough he won't get to read it anyways; I can't text my sister because I think she's petty; I can't text my brother because I'm so used to being cut-off from him; I really miss my Addy; I miss my Lord;

I'm consistent. It's not that obvious.



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sa piling ni ser defeo Posted by Picasa


sa bahay ni Marcos, may mga frustrated soap actors Posted by Picasa


spot the tutubi Posted by Picasa


bilibid or not - nakakulong pa rin kami sa YuPee... Posted by Picasa


senswal dapat - pasaway si ser dax. tsk,tsk. Posted by Picasa


rejects ng lumang simbahan Posted by Picasa


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Family Tied

awww...this is too much, Dearest.

First my parents, then my niece, and now my prodigal brother.

Agyaman Nak.

(I'll leave this hanging - it's still on-going)

Flood

spiritual drought has always been an unpredictable visitor of mine;

evaporating my field as if it has always been flooded with nature's rain,
conquering my land as if it has always bore fruit,
threatening me as if i was a grave threat in the first place -

maybe i am.

drought will heat me up and live me cold.

it's time to get filled.

Sarah Jan Dimabuyu


salamat sa pagiging 'Master Jedi' ko!

sisikapin kong maging isang makatang Padwan (pagkatapos ng isang dekada...haha).

Pagpalain ka!

May the force be with you.