Dwight's Infamous Quips.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 7:37 PM

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* Stop talking to me with such fucking disrespect. I am trying to watch Finding Nemo!

* Ondoy typhoon is soooooo 18 hours ago.

* Let's have a shotgun wedding! You say "I do" and I shoot you in the face.

* I dont get it. Jordin Sparks song, Battlefield. Why does she say 'you better go and get Juramah?' Who IS Juramah? And why do we need to get him? Is that her dealer? Is she just trying to cope?

* Favorite Music? I have too many. I'm very eclectic when it comes to music. Picking a favorite song is like picking a favorite hair on my head.


Lift Me Up Then Let Go.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 7:11 PM

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I wore what you wanted me to wear
You painted my face, you colored my hair
I had to dance to every song you had to sing
Hoping that I'd get used to the sting.

I thought you'd patch my holes but even dug a deeper wound.

- Your Puppet and Clown,Greyhoundz


I Can Survive.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 7:08 PM

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Top Gun.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 4:34 PM

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I woke up to the sound of my Dad's ringing cellphone. Checked my watch, it's 3 in the afternoon. Outside, it looked like it's almost 6. I realized that it had been 20 hours since my last food intake. No wonder, how my stomach growled like a monster when I stood up and stretched my body lazily. Went out of my room and saw Dad in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. I don't usually say things when talking is not necessary so I just gave him an awkward smile, then drank a glass of water and headed straight to the bathroom.

I liked how cold the water was so I decided not just to wash my face but to wash my hair and the rest of my body as well. I found myself singing a Coldplay song inside my head. I felt chilly and freezing when I got out. Hurriedly put on a pair of warm jacket and sweat pants, then sat in front of the television while having sips from the hot Pancit Molo that Lenlen cooked. There was nothing good from the boob tube since the cable was out so I turned it off and continued filling my hungry stomach.

"How's duty?" Dad asked. He was seated across from me while reading a Sidney Sheldon novel. "Fine," was all I said, then went back to my room. It was a bit awkward, so I had to get away before the conversation progresses.

Obviously, there was nothing to do in my room. I wasn't in the mood for cleaning up or fixing the mess I did not make. The cool weather drags me to sloth and procrastination. It makes me not wanting to do anything at all.

I went out of my room once again and looked for food in the fridge. I didn't know if Dad was doing it on purpose, but he followed me to the kitchen and pretended to be thirsty. Trying to escape the awkward moment quickly, I accidentally knocked off a glass and it crashed to the floor. Now things are getting more and more awkward. I sighed and carefully picked up the broken pieces.

Dad watched me do what I was doing while still pretending to be thirsty.

"Aaaw!" I said a bit too loudly. I didn't feel it when I should have but when I saw red fluid coming out from a cut, that's when I realized that I have injured myself. I went to the sink and washed the blood off from my hands. My face twisted in pain. I always had low pain tolerance.

"Here," Dad offered a cloth where I could wipe off the goo. "Thanks," I said without looking at him.

I once again went back inside my room. It was awkward. But it felt good.


Cold Play.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 3:27 PM

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You are perfect, the possible amongst the most impossibles. You are everything I could ever waste my delusional thoughts on. Yet I was obliged to kill you. The lies have to stop. The make believes have to end. You could not continue existing anymore. Linger beneath reality and fantasy and everywhere else. But you are long gone, even before you even started existing. You died ten times, I bid goodbye ten times ten. You are now, and maybe, have always been a figment of my desperate imagination and need for perfection. You are now just a part of my resented memories. You should have never been, from the very start.
But the truth is.. I miss you...

Taena.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 11:43 AM

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WAG NIYONG PILITIN ANG AYAW.

Eulogy To Thomas J.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 4:19 PM

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Weeping willow with your tears running down,
Why do you always weep and frown?
Is it because he left you one day?
Is it because he could not stay?

On your branches he would swing,
Do you long for the happiness that day would bring?
He found shelter in your shade.
You thought his laughter would never fade.

Weeping willow, stop your tears.
There is something to calm you fears.
You think death has ripped you forever apart.
But I know he'll always be in your heart.

- Vada Sultenfuss, My Girl.

I Swear, This Is The Last.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 1:35 PM

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i probably have a hundred different things to tell you, but my tongue's too proud. some are angry words and accusations. most are wishful thinkings. well it's probably just the alcohol kicking in. but really, i miss you so much that i go to bed thinking of you and wake up in the morning, realizing that i'll never be yours ever again.

Blue.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 3:40 PM

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And I could still picture US out,
in your bright blue room,
lying on the floor,
you hugging me from behind my back,
me, smiling contentedly.

HOW TO WASH THE DISHES 101.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 2:52 PM

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STEP 1: Strip the plates off of leftovers and food morsels. Place the same kinds of food in the same container. (e.g. rice with rice, soup with soup, viand with viand.)

STEP 2: INITIAL WASHING: This would moisten the utensils and would make it easier to remove the dirt. The dirt should be placed in another container (the so-called "damugan") and covered securely.

STEP 3: SOAPING. Observe the Clean-To-Dirty Method. The proper order should be:
a. glasses, cups, and drinking utensils.
b. spoons, forks, knives, silverware.
c. plates, food containers, chinawares.

WHY IS THIS SO? The glasses are the least langsa untensils, and so on.

STEP 4: FIRST BANLAW (RINSING). This is to get rid of the dirt and soap. Observe the same proper order with that in step 3.

STEP 5: FINAL BANLAW (RINSING). This is to make sure that there are no soap bubbles left from step 4.

STEP 6: Pots, frying pans and cooking utensils should be washed last.

STEP 7: After care. Make sure that the sink is clean and tidy.

IMPORTANT TIPS TO REMEMBER:
1. Excess oil used in frying COULD be reused. Place it in a separate oil container.
2. Soak cooking utensils with water and soap before washing the dishes. This would make it easier to remove the dirts that stick on the surfaces of pots and frying pans.
3. Use a wash basin ("labador") when washing the dishes to save water.
4. Keep the faucet closed when not in use.
5. Never use Scotch Brites and rough sponges when cleaning/soaping glasswares. As much as possible, use cloth and foam sponges.
6. Always rinse the sponges after use.
7. Water used every after rinsing could be used to flush the toilets.

Contrary to my folks' beliefs that I know nothing about household chores and housekeeping, I am telling you now: MASALIGAN KO SA SULOD BALAY.

Her Song.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 4:02 PM

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Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand.




Sup?

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 7:36 PM

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I am filling in awkward silences.

The Law Of Inertia.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 2:05 PM

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"Every object remains in a state of rest or of uniform motion in a straight line unless acted upon by an outside force."

This is also true with humans taunted by evil forces (i.e. mga taong walang magawa sa buhay at walang makitang guluhin kundi ikaw) while minding their own business.

Missed.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 10:02 AM

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repeatedly doing the perfect high jumps for camera shots.


bonefire and camping out.




the ripples and waves.




the sand bar.




small and the wanderlusts.




witnessing dynamite fishing.




fleshy/meaty crabs.




cliff diving.




arthur's tent.



seeing birds catching dead fishes.




THEM.




cool and crystal waters.




harren's armpit shot. HAHA.




blue skies and feathery clouds.




the Pawikan Cave.




the sunset and our silhouettes.




seafood bounty.



the abandoned house where we had lunch.



this island.




the rocky "pader".




the lagoon. :)




Walk Slowly.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 8:58 AM

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Walk slowly and dare to realize
The mark you've made in other people's lives
And then gently turn and walk away
I'll see you some other day -- I guess
Rest your head, don't be scared
And wake up tomorrow morning
To walk the path to where you're going.

Walk slowly and start to realize
You've been there once before
You'll never have to cry
And then gently turn and walk away
We'll live to share your story another day
So stop making faces
No you can't make me erase this
You can't make me cry right here
You know I'm saving all my tears till I get there.

I'd like to toast this bottle of beer for you,
Thank you.


kisses from here to wherever you are dear Kikoy.

What I Need To Know.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 7:33 AM

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Self-centered is a beautiful word, and the only true way to live.
Because when you are not self-centered, you are centered somewhere else,
- in things, in other people, in activities.

I Vs. I.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 10:33 AM

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CHARLES: John, you can't ignore me forever.
JOHN: Charles, you've been a very good friend to me. The best. But I won't talk to you again. I just can't.
(to MARCEE): Same goes to you baby girl. Goodbye.

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Imagine if you suddenly learned that the people, the places, the moments most important to you were not gone, not dead, but worse, had never been. What kind of hell would that be?

"I still see things that are not here. I just choose not to acknowledge them. Like a diet of the mind, I just choose not to indulge certain appetites; like my appetite for patterns; perhaps my appetite to imagine and to dream."

"I've gotten used to ignoring them and I think, as a result, they've kind of given up on me. I think that's what it's like with all our dreams and our nightmares, Martin, we've got to keep feeding them for them to stay alive."

- JOHN NASH, A Beautiful Mind.

Panganod.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 8:03 AM

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