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I am but an Island

for B who never stops on sailing...


This is where true emptiness lies.

People believe that an island
is another paradise-
it is a dwelling of hope
it is the light, the life of the sea.

Every morning, I welcome the sweet 
voices of the waves, the dance of whitecaps
every time they leap over me-
it is always a performance,

Sometimes, I wonder how they celebrate at night,
do they also dance 
or sing. Do they consider
an audience?

(I love to be with the waves. I love the solitude, i love the joy)

True. 
There is happiness in the sea.
There is total emptiness.
(when they don't notice my existence).

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Pay Day Books

  
 Annie John 
by Jamaica Kincaid
20php 
(novel) 
BOP
by Maxine Chernoff 
(Short stories)
10php 

Cavedweller 
by Dorothy Allison 
(novel)
20php 
  
Area Woman Blows Gasket
by Patricia Pearson
(Essays) 
20php 

Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War
by Herman Melville
(Poems) 
10php 

Hairs . Pelitos
from Sandra Cisneros' The House in Mango Street
illustrated by Terry Ybanez
(Children's Literature) 
25php 

 All books were bought at Booksale 
 General Santos City
May 15, 2010 
 

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Because Leaders lead by Example


Thank you so Much, Corporate Communications Team!
This book was given to me last May 4, 2010 
during the Luau Party at GenSan. 

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Heart of a Woman


  

April 20, 2010
@ General Santos City Booksale


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Chopsticks



The day drew nearer to an end when we met.
It was not a call for jubilation 
nor it was an understated coup,
it was simply a plain engagement

in a fancy, Japanese restaurant,
we exchanged glances
earmarked smiles,
understatements and ironies

I just remembered how it looked like;
you were next to me and
they were in front of us mulling over 
a thought of our possible correlation

that was never familiarity
but a conceived fondness
born out of "their" excitement-
Not knowing it was a metaphor of yearning.








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