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  1. To The Philippine Youth

    by , 11-20-2008 at 01:05 AM (Filtering sawdust...)
    To the Philippine Youth
    by Jose Rizal

    Hold high the brow serene,
    O youth, where now you stand;
    Let the bright sheen
    Of your grace be seen,
    Fair hope of my fatherland!

    Come now, thou genius grand,
    And bring down inspiration;
    With thy mighty hand,
    Swifter than the wind's violation,
    Raise the eager mind to higher station.

    Come down with pleasing light
    Of art and science to the fight,
    ...
  2. Not enough time

    by , 11-19-2008 at 08:56 PM (My Blog...How original.)
    omg... i seem never to have enough time to do all the things i want.... like, i haven't been on here in so long. i'm now at the library trying to cram as much information on as my 15 minutes will allow.
    just an update... dad's home, doing tons better. my sister, the soon2b mom, is coming down for thanksgiving this tuesday... midnights_roses, aka-my little sis, birthday is next friday 0.o two weeks soon2b moms baby shower... Don't forget christmas, new year's (going to a ball for new years ...
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  3. Little Shop of....Kids?

    by , 11-19-2008 at 06:47 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    I work with a gang here that are very good friends. I will be 48 on Monday, the boss is 45, the other two guys are in their 30’s and 40’s. The lady is 65. Nice bunch of adults, correct? Wrong!

    The way we pick on each other and throw anything from paper to fountain pens, (one guy made a crossbow that fires bamboo skewers!) is way out and wild. Shadow boxing, putting snow down each other’s backs; a million and one pranks in a day.

    And the sweet Lord help the ...

    Updated 11-19-2008 at 06:51 PM by Pendragon

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  4. Landscape with Figures

    by , 11-19-2008 at 01:13 AM (Filtering sawdust...)
    Landscape with Figures

    Carlos Bulosan


    Homeward again under foreign stars,

    history was a strange gush of wind from memory

    that came to echo waterfalls of those years:

    home to find the place lost among

    galaxies of signs. The hills were gone. The river

    trail was forgotten. . . Trying to remember meadowlark

    and those who perished in the vanishing land

    (bones in the
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