November 2011
49 posts
I’m tired and my legs are sore.
I had lunch with Carla at Katipunan today. Fully Booked was a lot like heaven. Needless to say, we fell in love finding Palahniuk, Salinger and Murakami books, plus a calendar that farted. We ate at Peanut Butter & Co and read short stories from her Eng 11 class, one of which was a work done by Margaret Atwood. It’s one of the most brutally honest...
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“Ang sarap talaga ng siomai.”
– krakenroll
I think this is the first Pacquiao fight I didn’t watch with my Dad. It’s realizing these little bite-sized changes that stirs a little loneliness somewhere, some part of me. And whether I’m a sentimental sap for caring or that’s perfectly natural on my freshmen year, it’s this that lets me know what “growing up,” as particularly sappy as the cliche...
Unaddressed and out the bedside drawer
I’m weak knees and stolen glances.
You are La Vie En Rose the first time I heard it.
But this is a distance wishful thinking can’t gap.
I’m cold sweat and a hint of denial.
You are someone I’d watch bad movies with.
But life is never that kind.
I’m one foot out the door and both eyes looking away.
You’re a reason to brush teeth in the morning.
But the...
I hate that I left my laptop charger in my siblings’ place and now I have 8% till the battery finally dies until next week when I get the charger back dammit dammit dammit
Have Dreams, Will Travel: INTERNATIONAL DAY TO END... →
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I’ve never been witness to a solemn celebration of All Saints’ or All Souls’ Day. Right now I’m watching the news and people are holding singing contests in cemeteries, accessing free wi-fi and having their picture taken with an open casket.
I’m not a saint to the tradition. I can barely hold my attention to the last bead of the rosary. But this day has lost essence...
“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say...”
– William Shakespeare (via fortheloveofallthings)
I haven’t felt passion for a while now. I think that’s what it is. Not for a song, a band, a book, a film, an actor, writing, an artist- nothing. And I think if I could learn to love doing something as much as I love my dog, I’d be happier at more points in the day. And more productive. But I haven’t felt anything stronger than a tiny stab of emotion upon a sad song or a...
