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You should date an illiterate girl.

Sun, 24 Jul 2011 00:57:14 -0400

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

Sun, 24 Jul 2011 00:29:00 -0400

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. :))))

"Cause it’s frightening to be swimming in this strange sea but I’d rather be here than on..."

Mon, 11 Jul 2011 06:18:44 -0400

“Cause it’s frightening to be swimming in this strange sea but I’d rather be here than on land.”

Hindi ko masyadong paborito ang kulay PULA. :) Lord, bigyan niyo...

Sun, 03 Jul 2011 09:42:53 -0400

Gusto ko rin ng ganitong kwarto

O ganito

Oooo ganitoooooo =))

Hindi ko masyadong paborito ang kulay PULA. :)

Lord, bigyan niyo naman ako ng skills ~~at motivation~~ sa pag-aayos ng kwarto please.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebetyUHC9hE&feature=related

Sun, 03 Jul 2011 08:58:42 -0400

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebetyUHC9hE&feature=related:

Just finished watching this documentary about the history of Hacienda Luisita and how the massacre came to be for our PI100 class. Was crying the whole time (almost). The Philippines remains poor not because of a damaged culture, the Philippines remains poor because of the few rich bastards who keep on imposing their evil ways so that majority of the population will remain poor and will blindly be subjected to them.

And now I have this feeling of wanting to change the world. Come on people, let’s not permit things like these to happen again.

To the Cojuangcos, military and government, isang solid na PUTANG INA NINYO!!!!

RhaNtzS

Sat, 02 Jul 2011 02:45:00 -0400

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.~~

Photo

Tue, 28 Jun 2011 08:56:06 -0400

u-p-fight: Memo from the Chancellor: Classes tomorrow afternoon...

Mon, 27 Jun 2011 09:03:44 -0400

u-p-fight:

Memo from the Chancellor: Classes tomorrow afternoon (1-5PM) are suspended to let students attend the Diliman Student Summit organized by the USC.

Pwede bang i-cut to? Hahahahahaha. :D

:)

Sun, 26 Jun 2011 03:10:09 -0400

HAHAHAHA! Reminds me so much of my BFFs. :)))))

Sun, 26 Jun 2011 02:59:58 -0400

HAHAHAHA! Reminds me so much of my BFFs. :)))))

One tough year ahead! BATCH 08 LEZZDODIZZ! Hello Tumblr, we...

Sun, 26 Jun 2011 02:52:16 -0400

One tough year ahead! BATCH 08 LEZZDODIZZ!

Hello Tumblr, we meet again :D

20 Days of Photos

Sun, 06 Feb 2011 21:54:00 -0500

1.A picture of yourself with 10 facts

- Hindi ako masungit.. Promise.

- Iyakin.

- Clumsy.

- Positive-thinker.

- Madali ako maattach lalo na pag mabait ka.

- Mababaw ang kaligayahan.

- Mahilig ako mag-sketch at drawing.

- Kahit yata buong araw ako mag-volleyball, ok lang.

- I love ZS! :D

- I’m gonna be an ass-kicking cardiothoracic surgeon someday. :)

2.A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest

- Candylou, my elem bestfriend. I love her. :)

3.A picture of the cast from your favorite show

- Grey’s Anatomy.

4.A picture of your favorite night

- Celebrating my 18th with my closest friends and family.

5.A picture of your favorite memory

- Darwin- III high school memories.

6.A picture of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day

- Serena van der Woodsen

7.A picture of your most treasured item

- My Nokia 5800 ExpressMusic. Ahh, 3 years of memories. And counting. <3

8.A picture that makes you laugh

9.A picture of the person you do the most ****** up things with

- Pao and Pat. Yes, yes. ;)

11.A picture of something you hate

12.A picture of something you love

- Adventures! :)

13.A picture of your favorite band or artist

- Jason Mraz <3

14.A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without

- MJ, my highschool bestfriend and partner-in-crime forever! <3

15.A picture of something you want to do before you die

- Witness the Aurora Borealis aka Northern Lights.

16.A picture of someone who inspires you

- My wonderful parents.

17.A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently

- U.P. Zoological Society.

18.A picture of your biggest insecurity

- Mabilis ako tumaba.

20.A picture of somewhere you’d love to travel

- EUROPE <3

like a shooting star

Fri, 22 Oct 2010 08:34:28 -0400

I have noticed that if you look carefully at people’s eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.

Your eyes always turned bright and soft when you looked at me. That’d be enough. :)

EK

Thu, 21 Oct 2010 20:40:00 -0400

Hindi kami tuloy because of the fricken rain. Antagal pa naman naming plinano to. OHWELLLL. Bahala kayong mga bagyo kayo, mag-eenjoy ako ngayong sembreak!

* now puts on good music, opens e-book of The Secret Life of Bees, and sips frappe made by Dad *

Oo nga pala, thank you Quesci 08! I enjoyed the party! Until the next Congregation! :)

AT DAHIL SEMBREAK NAAAA! ^___^ Photos taken yesternight at Drews...

Wed, 20 Oct 2010 02:11:36 -0400

Kuya, papicture! :D

Kuya: Oh, isa pa isa pa!

Geoff! Ancute mo lang! :))

Guhretta :)

Pat mamehn! :)

Paopao! :)

Tik tok on the clock..

But the partey won't stop nooo! XD

AT DAHIL SEMBREAK NAAAA! ^___^

Photos taken yesternight at Drews Katipunan and Eivissa Superclub with my Bio Loves. :) Credits to Pao Warren’s iPhone 4! Ikaw na talaga! :))

I thank God for this wonderful, wonderful sem indeed. Sobrang hirap pero hindi Niya ko pinabayaan. HOOO :)

Next stop: Bonding with HS friends and my Bebeloves! Sobrang nakaka-excite! :D

Nostalgia, it hits you.

Fri, 08 Oct 2010 11:55:51 -0400

Nostalgia, it hits you.

Got this from Ate Jeszie. :)

Thu, 07 Oct 2010 20:15:27 -0400

” She’s the one you call when you’re bored.

She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend.

She’s not the one you call when you need a date to your Christmas party, or to go out with on a Saturday night.

She’s the one you spend time with in-between girlfriends, before you find “The One”.

You know, the one you keep around in the meantime.

She’s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don’t look at her as a “real” woman either.

She’s not bitchy enough, not moody enouh,g or sexy enough to be seen in that light.

She’s too laid back, too easily amused by the same things your friends are amused by.

She’s too understanding.

too comfortable.

She doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a “real” woman does.

But she’s cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you’re lonely and in need of intimate companionship, she’ll do just fine.

You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, you don’t have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve.

She’s not easy, but you know she cares about you and is attracted to you and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need.

And you know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation, because she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility of you having any romantic feelings for her.

It won’t bother her that you’ll stand her up for the woman you’ve been mooning over.

But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don’t because to you, the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it’s really not fair.

You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with.

Sure, its mostly her fault, because she doesn’t have to give in to your needs. She could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them, if she really wanted to.

But you and she both know that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of great qualities but has left out the ones that people like you want (or think they want) in a woman.

So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman. … [But] She wants to be special to someone too. We all do.

She has feelings, and a heart which is probably bigger and better than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and still likes you anyway.

She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, and though she has absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.

And someday, she won’t be there anymore. “

YOSI PA? Hindi po.

Mon, 24 May 2010 08:16:14 -0400

YOSI PA?

Hindi po.

Eto pala yung nasa 500 Days of Summer. Haha. tamburina: Sid...

Mon, 24 May 2010 08:12:10 -0400

Eto pala yung nasa 500 Days of Summer. Haha.

tamburina:

Sid & Nancy

Nancy Spungen moved to New York City when she was 17. She was working as a stripper and for a rock magazine, while following bands such as the New York Dolls and the Ramones. She wanted to date a punk musician, but after Johnny Rotten didn’t want anything to do with her, she moved onto his bandmate Sid Vicious. Between them, a mutual interdependence on sex, drugs, violence, fame and affection quickly developed. Supposedly, during their 23 month relationship, Nancy got Sid addicted to heroin. Everyone thought she was a bad influence on Sid, and the tabloids dubbed her “Nauseating Nancy” for her frequent and public displays of verbal abuse and violence.

Sid wasn’t the greatest Bass player but he looked the part. But as the Pistols began to slowly disintegrate Nancy began to inflate Sid’s ego that he was the star of the band and who was holding it all together and in their heroin hazed existence that was probably their reality and what each other wanted to hear. After the Sex Pistols broke up in 1978, Sid and Nancy moved to the Hotel Chelsea in New York City. There, Sid tried, with limited success, to continue his musical career.

Over the next few months, Sid and Nancy spiraled into deeper drug abuse, punctuated by reports of domestic violence. Their relationship ended violently on October 12, 1978, when Nancy was found sprawled on the bathroom floor of their hotel room, dead from a single stab wound to the abdomen, later traced to a knife owned by Sid. Vicious was immediately arrested for murder. There are several theories that Nancy was murdered by someone else, usually said to be one of the two drug dealers who visited the apartment that night. Vicious confessed in a signed statement. In it, he said “I stabbed her, but I didn’t mean to kill her. I loved her, but she treated me like shit.”

Sid died of heroin overdose on February 1, 1979. A few days after Sid’s cremation, his mother found a suicide note in the pocket of his jacket: “We made a death pact, and I have to accomplish my part of the deal. Please bury me next to my baby. Please bury me with my leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. Goodbye. With love, Sid.” Nancy was buried in a Jewish cemetery and Sid, who was not Jewish, could not be buried with her. Sid’s mother scattered his ashes over Nancy’s grave.