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In the blue lagoon I drowned
I dove without a sound and sank
like a lifeless anchor
(of course an anchor is lifeless)
Down the blue lagoon I sank
pulling some laughter
to keep me company
some dancing to maintain spontaneity
I journeyed home under the stars
(the moon was not in sight)
with sailors trailing behind
and without looking back
we walked away from the blue lagoon
hoping someday we’ll return
and reclaim the memories we earned
I answered, “It’s because the cold climate in the North Pole absorbs the Christmas spirit from Santa’s workshop, and then it rubs off on the reindeers. Therefore, the reindeers fly because of Christmas spirit.”
TANGA. HAHAHAHA.
(via complexgeometries)
I love this scene. And the thing is, they have excellent chemistry.
ATENISTA
(photo courtesy of Alex Mamonluk)
From Ateneo’s One Big Night: The Musical last 12 December 2009
The scene was about the time when Ateneo became coed back in 1974.
Look at Nina’s smile. It’s so annoying.
Hey Monday’s 6 Months. I’ve never heard of this song before, but I swear I heard this in my dream a while ago. I was in a busy airport, reuniting with a loved one after a long period of separation. It felt like a chick flick.
Elizabeth: I wonder who discovered the power of poetry in driving away love.
Mr. Darcy: I thought poetry was the food of love.
Elizabeth: Of a fine, stout love. But if it is only a vague inclination, one poor sonnet will kill it.
Mr. Darcy: So, what do you recommend to encourage affection?
Elizabeth: Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.
HAHA. Dancing indeed. :)
Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ‘cause “the West is the best.” And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. - Alexander Supertramp May 1992
Julien: Good old Sophie! We were back in the game! Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack. Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas’ trilogy, the Muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft, and Cindy Crawford’s beauty mark! Better than the B-side of Abbey Road. Better than Hendrix, the first man on the moon, Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates’ fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead, Schwarzenegger’s testosterone shots, Pam Anderson’s lips, woodstock, raves. Better than de Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda. Better than freedom, better than life!
Unpredictable, moving and fun. I love this movie. I cannot believe I lost my copy.
Chuck: I’m Chuck Bass! … No one cares.
Blair: I DO! Don’t you get it? I’ll always be there, I don’t want you going anywhere. … I couldn’t bear it. So whatever you want to do to yourself, please don’t do that to me.
-Blair holds out her hand- … Please.
-Chuck grabs her hand and hugs her-
Chuck: I’m sorry.
Blair: It’s okay.
:’)
“For June who loved this garden. From Joseph who always sat beside her.”
Anna: Some people do spend their whole lives together.
Anna: Come and sit with me.
I never got to see the whole movie. Maybe I should.
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