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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Ang Huling El Bimbo*

Paglipas ... Paglisan






*borrowed lines from Eraserheads

Friday, September 25, 2015

Para kay Best Dude







This is sooooo cute.  Thanks to you, my faithful friend.  I shall be back in Facebook alright jusz dunno when, meantime, I'm having a peaceful life in Google+ , youtube, Tumblr, Pinterest and IG. I thought I saw you in IG one time jusz when I was about  to add you, you were gone.  You still stalkin' Dude lol!  Wag ka ngang Gangster!  Tanda na eh lol
 I got the email alright :) but I prefer Viber these days.  I don't text that much, too. I can't Facebook Messenger somethin  cuz don't have Facebook na nga.   I'm online 24/7 so Viber, alrightie.





You askin' me??? Of course, amishu, too.   Hugs, here.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

#lovelace #frontpage

I hardly push my keyboard pads these days (Tumblr's been getting me on these short musings sounding lyke poetry like this) ... but you know what, each time I do, I make the headlines.  



Moving on from lilla, that was 13 years ago, then IrMa to jane doe, who died ... this was how she breathe her last,
Truth (by Jane Doe) 2014 Sep 13
                                                           I know only one ... Mine.

From the many things that were said and done
I came to know the truth
From the things you did but never told me.


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Bye Bye Jenny

Posted in Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/irmavanta  ... here' s a snapshot of my review on Jenny Han's To All the Boys ... and (actually) killin' it ...


Sunday, September 13, 2015

Sana ang sorry ...

...  makakagamot ng sakit, makakabuo ng basag
...  makakapagpalimot
... mababago nya ang lahat, maibabalik sa dati na parang walang nangyari
... totoo, sincero
... mabisa talaga, sapat na makakapagpatawad, sapat na makakapagpalaya
... ginagawa, kahit mahirap, ng mga taong nakasakit
... tinatanggap, kahit mahirap, ng mga taong nasaktan.



The Perfect Score.  0/0.  Somebody jusz miszed all three parts.

















Friday, September 11, 2015

Sharing my Spotify

It's 12:08 AM, should be waking up by 4 AM.  But what's a little sacrifice.  I tried my best to share this song via my Spotify.  I hope at least one of these 3, gotta work somehow.  I just think you'd need at least a FREE Spotify account to play and listen.  If not, you can play it yes but you won't hear anything.  And that's sad coz this version of the song by the original artist is sooooo delish,  and so rare, you won't find it some place else but in Spotify.  I found this by accident. I was one lucky girl huh.                                                       

Dear all --- this is sooooo gooood, you gotta check this out.


spotify:user:irmavanta:playlist:6josowY2nJ6LlJhGROeGR8



spotify:track:47nJrlVeOWNEI4hppa7ha9


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This was OSTD of what used to be my Facebook's Spotify.   Those days in between Markov.  Driving all the way from QC to Pasay.  I was too wasted to forget. LOL
This was easy listening.  I love the piano and the guitar.  What used to be jusz pop.  Has got more blues now, feels like silk jazz.  This version makes me seriously desperately considering to upgrade to Premium my now non-FB Spotify.  I can't lose this one nah uh



First Person, Singular

 ... he looks at me and have to smile
As we go driving for a while
my hair blowing in the open window of his car
as we go the traffic lights
watch them glimmer in my eyes
in the darkness of the evening
and he's got all that he needs
right here in the passenger seat
oh he can't keep his eyes on the road
knowing that he's inches from me ...

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