Tag: travel
member name: Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr.
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October 06, 2006 11:15 AM EDT --
Lying in a tent
across a murmuring stream
I stole a moonbeam.
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December 30, 2007 10:00 PM EST --
Never experienced this in a long time.
Is this magic or what?
Or is it just plain old sappy me?
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December 04, 2007 10:51 PM EST --
I am all primed for a long ride back home for the holidays.
Last baggage in, I took one last long look at the room that used to be my art studio, psychiatric ward, and playpen for like half of a decade. . . . more
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December 23, 2007 11:46 PM EST --
Home Yay!
As the rickety pedicab coasted along Dumalaay shoreline, I suddenly remembered the roadrailing that my best friend and I doodled our names on way way back in the elementary.
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October 10, 2006 08:49 AM EDT --
And then there was that hunger other than the one which at regular intervals bored holes through the linings of our stomachs.
It was the kind that kept us together from the very first night we literally . . . more
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October 19, 2006 05:37 AM EDT --
The Shrine
My mother is building a house on an island I knew she once loathed. Now she tells me, without fail on each of our weekly phone conversations, she envisions it to be our ancestral home.
She . . . more
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January 02, 2008 11:58 PM EST --
Siquijor is this small: one can take a full trip around the island with just a single cigarette stick. And since there is no snarling traffic to thread through, by the time one gets back to his point of . . . more
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October 08, 2006 01:11 AM EDT --
Now as the leader of the keeners drew her lungs out for the final bravura, mother pulled out her pristine handkerchief and, in the middle of that sonata, she blew her nose with a resounding honk, making . . . more
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October 27, 2006 02:15 AM EDT --
I come -
like the breeze
that guides the boatman
to his shore;
like a pebble
on the sand
that thrills the innocent heir
to the world - the child;
like the leaves
whispering . . . more
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October 10, 2006 12:41 AM EDT --
I know the magnitude
of the sorrows
of some unwanted stuff
silent in their forsaken corners
praying for the gods
to save them
from the rusts of desuetude.
"You cast us off
into the pit
of oblivion . . . more
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November 30, 2006 09:28 AM EST --
I wish I was Rachael Ray. You know, a smart ass in a swanky studio set who gets to hobnob with some of the most important personages on TV. You can rant and rave, be a raspy kook or, cook a "Pizz-O" for . . . more
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January 14, 2007 08:57 AM EST --
1. I read minds.
2. I mind what you read.
3. I am a 5 ft.-7 in. leap of faith for all your religious baggages.
4. I am an abominable 145 pounds frame of hard-to-miss sarcasms.
5. I am an advocate . . . more
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October 12, 2006 02:32 AM EDT --
After the casinos we found ourselves on the dusty road to the outskirts. Louie settled behind the wheel, and Qorky his intelligent tabby housemate purred smugly in the middle.
In between cracking and . . . more
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October 13, 2006 12:41 AM EDT --
I chanced upon Krip Yuson's column today on one of the leading dailies, The Philippine Star.
Of all topics apropos to a multi-awarded literary figure who should be well in his nurturing and generative . . . more
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October 30, 2006 01:21 AM EST --
AT THE BEHEST of the younger of her two sons, Virginia looked remorseful after she approved their trip to the island. That was on a Saturday evening while listening to a flash report on the radio about . . . more
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October 29, 2006 04:12 AM EST --
AT THE BEHEST of the younger of her two sons, Virginia looked remorseful after she approved their trip to the island. That was on a Saturday evening while listening to a flash report on the radio about . . . more
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