Second Quarter Stormer

a mental maelstrom of thoughts

[dito ako lumaki]

mahigit isang taon akong nanatili rito, hanggang sa napamahal na ang lugar sa akin... ang tahimik at nakaka-relax na musika, ang tambayan sa harap ng mala-eternal city na palasyo, ang mabait na tool dealer, ang kuwebang ansarap pag-huntingan kahit magdamag pa (ooohhh, the shoes, mufflers and the cards!!!)... dito ko naibuhos ang sama ng loob ko, dito ako nagkaroon ng kaibigan... dito rin ako nawalan ng kaibigan...

pinapaganda na siya ngayon. payon. hindi kita iiwan

Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 22:26 | :: slipstream :: | comments (1) |

[salamat, salamat]

asteeg... now i got my copy of '24/7 - Walang Panahon,' ang literary folio ng Philippine Collegian. ASTEEG TALAGA MGA BOK!!!

haha, sa iba jan na gustong magkaroon ng kopya nitong asteegin na folio na ito, maaari pong tunguhin ang Vinsons Hall sa UP Diliman...

ayun nga lang, eh you have two catches...

1, hindi natin alam kung meron pa, and
2. hindi ko ren sure kung pwede silang mamigay sa mga piplets from other schools...

a basta. i got my copy na. got mahal her's too!!! as teeg di ba?

*at ano tong post na to? wala lang. masaya lang ako at nagmamababaw-ever!!! hi mahal! do great sa work! don't let the rain stop you. i hope you got there safe and dry. and oh, pag gumaling na 'ko, araw araw ulit tayong magkakasama-ever!!! *

Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 21:04 | :: slipstream :: | comments (2) |

[aerodynamic]

hmm, a haircut. i thought its not a bad idea, i mean, last year it takes me months before i decide to have one.

so off i went to hometown, visited the place i grew up... side notes? a lot happened, and changed...

the first impulse i had was just a trim. bot then again, why waste money just to have my hair lengthen again in a couple of weeks? so, i decided...

"boss, direcho mo na lang..." next thing i knew, he was smiling. he jus took the hair out of my head... took a 2-gauge attached to the taper, and whrrr it went.

after that, there were three people smiling to the idea. me, of course, 'cos it has been years since i last had my hair clipped off. mahal was next, and her side comment was she wants the treatment too *OMG!!! shempre ayaw ko di ba?*

and i dunno if the barber was smiling even after i stepped outside the shop.

Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 13:26 | :: slipstream :: | comments (1) |

[fluttering away]

while it has all been said....

frankie stared at the monitor with a queer poker face, for quite too long. the glasses his friend gave him (or better yet, he took away from his friend) can't seem to filter the radiation away from his now-cringing cornea.

stil, he liked the solace of the bluish hue. what of the endless nights he spends in a virtual fantasy world where he can be a knight, a blacksmith, or a future monk? what of the minutes of joy he has tapping his words and his time away...

and oh... he's totally into it.

the butts lie somewhere beneath the ashes frankie accumulated thru the long hours. and the gatorade bottle's last drops will kill the smolder eventually.

how he wished he could kill the seemingly unending emptiness he feels that easily...

after conspiring on a way to end someone's life and planning to get that katana he saw at a local bookshop, he ditched the keyboard and went out of the virtual world.

he seems to be heading to wield the pen he once took as a sword. that, and the notebook as his sail...

Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 01:14 | :: slipstream :: | comments (2) |

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