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You should date an illiterate girl.

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale or the evenings too long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

 Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, goddamnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life. *

- Charles Warnke

Inner demons

So.. Last week para akong naka-drugs. Hahaha. I felt high most of the time. Maybe dahil sa happy hormones na natri-trigger tuwing kasama ko sila.. ano? Hahaha. Pero sheeet, kung si Amy Winehouse drugs at alcohol ang inner demons nya (RIP Amy!), ako siguro ay poor time management skillz. And my tendency to be soooo spontaneous and just go with the flow. :| Hindi kasi talaga ako ma-planong tao. Kung magpa-plano man ako madalas hindi ko nasusunod. At naiiba yung gagawin ko depende sa mood. Mga ganun. 

Sana naging mas mahaba yung pag-aaral ko sa 160 eh. At hindi napuyat.

Sana mas maikli yung pag-aaral ko sa physics10. At hindi napuyat.

Sana araw-araw ko inasikaso yung thesis proposal ko. At hindi napuyat

Sana nakaka-tambay ako sa ZS at nagpapaka-officer. 

Sana nakakapag-volleyball ako, basa ng libro, piano, sketch, etc.

Sana nabibisita ko yung mga anak-anakan ko dun sa may St. Anthony.

Dapat hindi ako pumepetix sa mga oras na kelangan mag-trabaho at di nag-ttrabaho ako sa mga oras na dapat petix lang.

Tsk. Hanggang ngayon nahihirapan pa rin ako i-balance ang sched ko. Dapat pa naman sa med school na-master ko na to. Oh welll. There is always a room for improvements. :) 

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Pero masasabi kong proud ako dahil hindi ako clingy at selosang tao. Alam ko maraming nagsstruggle jan eh. Recently kasi, may friend akong sabi sakin buti pa daw ako hindi selosa kasi may happenings ngayon samin na hindi ko pwede ikwento dito.  I used to be like that. Pero I realized, it’s for the immature, insecure and emotionally unstable. Lalo na ngayon hindi naman kami couple. Kahit nga maging kami siguro hindi pa rin ako magiging ganyan. Hindi moko kelangan araw-araw itext. Hindi kelangan araw-araw tayo magkita. Kebs lang sakin kung kausapin mo yung ibang babae. Ok lang din na gawin mo yung mga gusto mo. Basta wala ka lang sasagasaang tao. Naniniwala akong dapat hindi mawala ang individual identities ng dalawang tao na nasa isang relasyon. :) Besides,

putangina hindi sa lovelife ko papaikutin ang buhay ko.

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18th birthday pala ng kapatid ko ngayon. At nabinyagan namin siya sa Drews last Friday night. And what happens in Drews.. stays in Drews. Alam nyo yan. Basta.. Ang saya saya! HAHAHAHAHA! :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAPATID! SA WAKAS 18 KA NA RIN! MASASAMAHAN MO NA AKO SA PRESINTO.. WAHAHAHAHA! LABYU ALWAYS KAHIT DI MASYADONG HALATA! :*

*fist bump*

Lance Andrew Perez.. ang kapatid kong emo-rakerz. :))))

RhaNtzS

What a sucky way to start the day. Woke up to find out some bad news from mama. And yesterday was just.. bad as well. 

“This is supposed to be THE BEST UNIVERSITY. And with the way you are behaving I can’t help but think.. ‘is this how we build our nation’?”. 

I hated how he handled our lab class. How can we behave the way he wanted us to behave if he himself can’t seem to SEE how wrong he is about us? Pinapa-feel nya samin lagi na ang stupid namin. DUH. Eh sa hindi nga namin gets yung sinasabi mo since supposedly ituturo mo palang. Tska pwede ba patapusin mo muna kami magsalita bago mo kami laitin. Hindi na constructive criticism yung ginawa mo eh. Lagi mo sinasabing magtanong kami pag may hindi kami gets pero pag nagtatanong naman kami, naiinis ka. Lalaitin mo pa kami. ANONG KLASE YOOOON, SIR. :|

On a lighter note, successful ang mass orientation kahapon ng ZS. Yeyyy! Goodjob mems! :)

And and and.. DECONSTRUCT NA MAMAYA! Lumabas na rin yung poster ni Paopao! 

Ang kainuman ko lang dati, ngayon model na! :))

Excited nako pumunta ng The Fort mamaya kasi atleast makakalimutan ko yung mga problema dito sa bahay. At sa school. At sa lovelife.