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#ortigas
*it's been so long, by any chance do you remember me?* your streets are still the same, alive regardless the time of day like everyone wants to keep the sun and moon company. the avenues are still a grid— i've memorized you like the lines on my palm and understood you as a mystic would. callcenter employees still line the uneven sidewalks, you're still littered with their cigarettes and bottles. construction workers still stand at the edge of the industrial temples they build as if they're kings of the city, and your streetlights still stand tall to guide every human being as they find refuge in your little coffee shops and apartments. no, nothing about you at all has changed, at least through my eyes. but my heart tells me otherwise. something's missing— it's the school girls i once knew who went about these roads searching for any kind of refuge from the woes of growing up, who trudged the streets in leather shoes making you a home. they're gone now, off to farther places and newer cities, but here i am as i return to you and somehow i still feel them, alive and well: their beautiful voices and roaring laughter, the dreams they built in you, the moments that made our hearts leap as great as the heights we are yet to reach, it all echoes through your alleyways. and i'll never forget them—these distant friends and pretty souls— the way i love your streets filled with our memories.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
a letter to the city that sheltered us
madmen fools and nothing, the mien — brazen, stupefied glance and hungry for light, our words gutted like our enemies in our ill-thought. this road dredges, the aporetic line sifting through new divisions, something an equation forgets the dividend and almost always a salient permutation of men and women and the "takatak" boy peddling cigarettes to claptrap *** of metal envoys,   reciprocating some chances of restive dreadnaught, diffusion of sweat in scalding heat of 12:41 afternoon sun and smoking with bystanders unaware of the doldrum and the ennui    it was a fine day in Ortigas.
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
A Fine Day In Ortigas