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Listening to: Music Box Superhero by The Juliana Theory
Wala ako sa sarili ko nitong mga nakaraang araw.
hanggang ngayon tingin ko.
Bigla kasi akong nabato sa ulo.
Parang, bumukol at di pa gumagaling.
Isang mensahe na hindi para sakin.
Binasa dahil bigay ng may dalangin.
Kala ko nga ako'y masasaktan,
pero ako'y nainis at galit ang naging kapalit.
Magagawa mo ba na ang isang pinaka-aasam-asam mong ninanais,
ay mapalitan ng walang pakundangan at dungis.
Binhi ng hinaharap hindi sinusungkit, nilalaro at kung ano,
dapat inaalagan, iniingatan at pinaplano.
Katambal sa buhay na ninanais ay isipin,
Maging miserable ang ikaw, ay wag mong naisin.
Hindi biro. Hindi biro. Hindi biro, hindi biro
Ulit-ulitin ko man, di mo naman masasalo.
by Ivan Ray Aguilar
<._.>: Mom, where is daddy?
MOM: She's with another woman
<._.>: Woman? Mom, what is a woman?
MOM: A woman is like me, your mother. That’s my definition of woman.
<._.>: What about dad? What’s his definition of a woman?
MOM: In your dad's language, a woman means a disposable stamp.
<._.>: So, dad thinks you're a disposable stamp?
MOM: Yup. Because your dad is a philatelist... but he burns all his stamps after.
<._.>: I don't know what you're talking about mommy.
MOM: Because you are still a fetus.
<._.>: If I’m a fetus, then why am i talking?
MOM: Because you own the rights to speak. You own the rights to reason out and ask me "what am i doing here this early?"
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