it's not a small world after all

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seven-year itch

"to hold and to be held" by kurt hasley.

it's been seven years exactly today. some things have changed between tim and me, but this thing we call love is still as strong as our resolve to live by newton's law of gravity. (only to each other, i insist).

i fell in love with this guy who didn't have the qualities of my-kind-of-man then - grunge look, carries a bad boy image, rockista, physically- and mentally- matured, independent-minded, dreamer, and highly stubborn. on the contrary, tim holds the crush-ng-bayan title, is touted as the school's fil-amboy genius, excels with no peer at maths and the sciences, belongs to upper crust butuan, and has manners of someone who is julie daza-trained.

tim is a geek. but not the ordinary type, i soon found out. even though i could not remember him directly asking for my number, we it hit off right away. bell's invention paved the way. i always get a kick out of knowing this geek has a rebel flair in him, aversed to an academic and domestic red tape, nonchalantly walks to school, draws a crowd during his piano recitals, smokes his daily dose of marlboro reds lights, can live on booze for one or two straight days, and treats bigmac as his food for the soul.

this guy is my grunge.

he's gone solo

yep. this is rob thomas of matchbox 20. now solo and yummier. wouldn't you think so?

last standing ulong...way to go girl!

stephenie lagrossa of survivor palau proves women can build fire, too.
biko, cash and tim, don't we all love this girl?

Pope John Paul II, a colossus of the Catholic church, died on April 2nd, aged 84

LONG before he died, the world was counting down the last days of Pope John Paul II. Each month he grew frailer, shrivelling inside the carapace of his white robes, his limbs trembling more violently, his ceremonial cross apparently all that kept him standing. Yet that, he believed, was the point...


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aw, love! (ii)

a miguel piñero poem causes me lps. yes, if there's last song syndrome, i'm experiencing exact same thing with poems. this lyric poem below reverberates in my head, tugs my heart, and leaves me no option but to think of mushy memories. when i recite it silently to myself, i hear benjamin pratt's thick puerto rican accent albeit sweet-sounding voice. pratt portrayed piñero in a biopic released in 2001. he was so good at it that i always visualize piñero as him. it goes:

"there are things that never change
and we are not one of them i fear
the trouble with our love is here
the trouble with our love is around

when you cannot look me in the eye and lie
when you run so far away
that you forget where to go back to
now you are what you never wanted to be
go ahead, blame me

but the things that'll never change
now are the two strangers
with a past, and a future that ain't gonna last
and that is the trouble with our love.

last night was all things like we never did
we both went our way
and ...