European nights (or, up at three in the morning again)

Bakit pag kumakanta ang Spurs fans may tono sila?

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ETA: Liverpool has a choir. Spurs have tone. We have enthusiasm.

Also, Raul, 71 goals in the Champions League. I almost kind of want Real Madrid to get past Barcelona in the semifinals, just to see them play Schalke in the finals at Wembley. And lose thanks to a Raul strike. Key word there is almost.

We have four clasicos in two weeks, and Arsenal play Liverpool at the Emirates on Sunday. Hoo boy.

European nights (or, up at three in the morning again)

Bakit pag kumakanta ang Spurs fans may tono sila?

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ETA: Liverpool has a choir. Spurs have tone. We have enthusiasm.

Also, Raul, 71 goals in the Champions League. I almost kind of want Real Madrid to get past Barcelona in the semifinals, just to see them play Schalke in the finals at Wembley. And lose thanks to a Raul strike.

We have four clasicos in two weeks, and Arsenal play Liverpool at the Emirates on Sunday. Hoo boy.

(no subject)

Orven: Di ba sila yung kumanta ng Jopay?
Allison and Jereel: Hindi! Mayonnaise yun!

-when talking about the band Sandwich

(no subject)

Orven: Di ba sila yung kumanta ng Jopay?
Allison and Jereel: Hindi! Mayonnaise yun!

-when talking about the band Sandwich

Read Me- Ophelia Dimalanta

whenever my voice flings arrows
your way at a fiery pace,
read, discover there is that
something in me that dies to go gentle.
for when i viciously tangle
with you trying to throw
you off course, inside, i am raring
to cover you, take you, become
all of me fire and fluid.
when i try to lord it over, empowered,
it is because inside i am already
slave groveling ready to heed your bidding,
crawling waves lapping you up
sea shore hillocks sky
all the way up, all drool and drivel.
and when i insolently seek out
pulpits to mount my gospel truths,
i am really one humped question mark
thrashing about for your steadying light.
and when i try to light you up whole,
there is really a part of your flame
i would want extinguished
to die rekindled in me alone,
and when i am wind taking roots
in your solid ground, i am roots as well
ready to take flight upon your wings.
when i prance around proud in times square.
i am child carousing in the greener
fringes of the heart's final roosting.

read this idiolect,
read well, decode, detect,
and love me when i seem to hate.

Read Me- Ophelia Dimalanta

whenever my voice flings arrows
your way at a fiery pace,
read, discover there is that
something in me that dies to go gentle.
for when i viciously tangle
with you trying to throw
you off course, inside, i am raring
to cover you, take you, become
all of me fire and fluid.
when i try to lord it over, empowered,
it is because inside i am already
slave groveling ready to heed your bidding,
crawling waves lapping you up
sea shore hillocks sky
all the way up, all drool and drivel.
and when i insolently seek out
pulpits to mount my gospel truths,
i am really one humped question mark
thrashing about for your steadying light.
and when i try to light you up whole,
there is really a part of your flame
i would want extinguished
to die rekindled in me alone,
and when i am wind taking roots
in your solid ground, i am roots as well
ready to take flight upon your wings.
when i prance around proud in times square.
i am child carousing in the greener
fringes of the heart's final roosting.

read this idiolect,
read well, decode, detect,
and love me when i seem to hate.