THE PHAT SUICIDE BOMBER
July 6, 2009

Inter-tropical Convergience Zone

Pansamantalang humupa ang bagyo.

Ngunit sigurado ako, gaya ng kung gaano kadalas manalanta ang bagyo sa Pilipinas, babagyo ulit.

 Minsan ito'y mangingimi, maliligaw at magbabago ang isip, hindi mananalanta at muling sisikat ang araw.

Minsan, hindi ko sigurado kung mas madalas sa hindi, tumutuloy ang bagyo kasama ang malalakas na hangin, galit na galit at handang wasakin ang kung ano mang madadaanan nito.

Tulad ng normal na pagkakagawa sa kalikasan, walang sino man ang may kakayahang pigilin ito. Patuloy lamang bubuhos ang malalaking patak ng ulan. Patuloy hahampas ang  brutal na yakap ng hangin. Patuloy sasayaw ang mga puno't halaman at mamamaalam sa mga sangang ipinasyal ng hanging amihan.

 


Written by missO at 01:08 PM.



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I

am a hard-headed daughter to a patient mom and a " sumpungin" dad...

am a sister to three crazy siblings...

adore my friends more than they know...


<am "phat" and is starting to be okay with it..

have chinky eyes but has no Chinese descent...

am an "I" person...

am an optimistic pessimist...

am 1/4 conservative 3/4 liberated... w

work in a call center... sometimei love it, sometimes i don't...

am a spender for nice things (the hedonist that i am)...

my taste buds control me...

love to cook and spend a lot on food...

love to eat when i'm full...

hates excercise but did boxing a couple of times...

am a shutter bug...

sing my heart out in the bathroom...

shake my booty well...

love movies...

love bright colors on my nails...

don't do make-up coz it's itchy...

love to tidy up but is often messy...

love lavander-scented panty liners...

smokes but is trying to quit...

drink like there's no tomorrow...

don't want to do drugs...

lie... that's it...

give the itch in *BITCH*...

have a mind like sigmund freud's...

meet-up and talk to strangers...

remember names, faces, and dates most of the time...

need to scream or throw something when I'm mad...

cry and i get what i want...

get hurt in just a simple prick...

talk a lot but can't express how i feel...

am misunderstood...

long for love and comfort... not that i don't have much...

want to help out other people less fortunate than i am...

am waiting for my shot in the real world...

have huge dreams and i'm now working on it...

love life 'though often, I say I don't...


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