June 2011
77 posts
“Sundays are burdened by the ghosts of pop quizzes from Mondays past.”
– Zooey Deschanel (via josefakarolina)
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to...
A date with Rizal’s Morga Notes.
I. Need. To. Get. Off. The. Computer.
Everything has been exceptionally overwhelming because everything has been in measures of opposing extremes. But honestly I don’t miss home. Yet simultaneously, I’m just not as ready to call this home yet. Here isn’t home. There won’t feel like it either. If there’s anything I want right now, it’s not a ticket back to old roads and the arms of high school...
In listening to Jam 88.3 Rock Rizal for the past hour, I’ve learned more about the national hero than 2 years of Filipino class in high school.
On my first day of college, my Social Science professor (who greatly reminded me of Mdm. Bayani from high school) taught us 5 things her friend taught her to live by.
Have faith. Not necessarily religion, just faith.
Never. Stop. Learning.
Reinvent yourself. Whether it’s every 3 or 5 years, make a change and make it for the better.
Be kind. To anyone. To everyone.
Love your country.
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“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to...”
– Charles Bukowski (via whygeorgie)
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry...”
– Dead Poets Society (via disturbingtheuniverse)
We shouldn’t be told not to talk to strangers.
The news today reported of a teenager that was invited to elope by a random man she met on Facebook through a series of online chat messages. Deceived by the man’s apparent charm and manipulation of his displayed profile, the girl readily agreed. And upon meeting the man, he was a jeepney driver way beyond her age, nothing she was told...
I’m not very often missed. My absences make the heart forget than it becomes fonder. So on the rare occasion I am, in fact, missed, I try to be a little more delightful. As delightful a certain version of me can be, without countering my borders of honesty. There are so few people I’m myself around. And I always wonder if that’s ever curable.
The sun set on the last day I’m home. And how does it make me feel? For one, I threw up in my mouth. I ate a lot the whole afternoon, a little Eat Pray Love segment with none of the love nor the prayer.
WatchSummer 2011.
In (an amateur) short.
“The world will never be the same once I saw it through the eyes of Forrest Gump.”
Clyde's Last Night In Naga
(A lot of namedropping. Otherwise, I would regret writing an impersonal account of a night I deem special for my own reasons)
Rare does it occur that my afternoon, which I presumed I’d spend alone, would turn out to star enjoyable company that progressed further into the night. I saw Forrest Gump before leaving. I account the composed simple-minded and life-loving disposition I came to have on my...
Inarguably one of my classic favorites among many...
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Howl (1) By Allen Ginsberg
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats...
