They were always something to see, those benches. Weird, perhaps, for it was amazing how something so simple and normal could be so beautiful at the same time. And yet there they were, grainy and polished all the same, tucked squarely against a wall leading to a staircase, a sight utterly ignored and completely neglected [...]
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Of Benches Facing A Wall
Posted in as a metaphor guy on November 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Reality Check
Posted in as a college student, as a metaphor guy, as an obscure commentator on June 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Hello there. I’m Dexter. Twenty. You know, the unidentified flying object floating around in your maths class? Right! I’m the one whose face grimaces like there’s always something foul-smelling under my nose. Remember me? Hey! It’s very nice to meet you, yeah?
So how’s it going? I just thought it’d be cool to get to know [...]
The Faith Factor
Posted in as a college student, as a metaphor guy, as an obscure commentator, tagged the title is something to think about on March 15, 2009 | 1 Comment »
A couple of months back, when mom was still pretty conscious of filling the whole unit with an eighty decibel audio from whatever it was that she was watching at that particular moment, I heard Kris Aquino over the tube. It was on one of those considerably less stressful Sunday afternoons, me headset-free and what-not, [...]
The Faintest Chances
Posted in as a friend, as a metaphor guy, tagged doubts, fiction, friendship, future on February 11, 2009 | 3 Comments »
This, on a day when everything seemed to crumble right beneath his feet. Sure, it felt – and he sounded, no less – like a broken record, never mind that he’s used to throwing the same arguments and lament at the selfsame insecurity that’s always been flung a quarter of the way across the room. [...]
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Posted in as a metaphor guy, as an obscure commentator on October 31, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
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It is with you,
Ever patient,
Faithful and enduring,
Waiting springs to come to bloom;
And I,
Impatient,
Insistent and
In love as I am
Budging against uncertainties
Cutting loose.
Or at least,
We used to.
For what we are, I guess,
Is the product of a choice,
Of time,
Of fate,
And of compromise.
For what ever, indeed,
In the world could make
An angel
In the humble semblance of a [...]
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