December 2009
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“Today I realized that for every story on this website about yelling out a Harry...”
– MLIA (i just discovered it. :D)
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everything mutes and the world spins.
my ears are hurting and my head is pounding. o god.
urgh. my health is deteriorating because of this fucking insomnia.
ps, my BFF and i wrote letters to our 16 and 20-year-oldselves. it was fun for me because i like talking to myself. he struggled with competing with my awesome writing skillz and is yet to write the 20 year old one. (loser :D) we’ll do the same thing in 2 years. sweet.
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dear 20-year-old me,
hello, how are you. (still not a question.)
i have nothing but questions for you and maybe some obnoxious or gleeful follow up statements, as i only know what i know and the future gets my curiosity itchy. and to answer that question in your head: yes, you did write/think/sound like this. embrace it! :D
okay, here’s my first question:
have you lost your virginity? is our dog dead? how are...
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dear 16-year-old me,
hello, how are you. (that is not a question.)
i know when you read this letter, you’ll ask yourself, “will i really sound this lame, 2 years from now? i was expecting someone more awesome!”. YES YOU WILL. this is because of your whole academic spent in a catholic school and genetic predisposition to lameness. do me a favor and GO OUT MORE. ps, know how and what to ride when...
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awww :)
Marc: Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. :P Darating din ang iyong prinsipe.
Flaire: Yeah, I know. Basin nasaag siya noh? Haha
Marc: Di uy... Ni stop sa siya para palitan ka ug flowers and chocolates. :)
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this joke kills me for some reason.
Guin: Anong prince ang masarap?
Flaire: Ewan.
Guin: Prince fries.
Flaire: ROFLMAO
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“Every day the opportunity exists to change your life. But most days, the idea of...”
– Jill A. Davis, Girls’ Poker Night (book)
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“The truth is, I’ve never learned to ride a bicycle, because among other...”
– Julie Buxbaum, The Opposite of Love (book)
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“That’s the blessing and curse of loss: You don’t get to choose what...”
– Julie Buxbaum, The Opposite of Love (book)
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remembering things.
a few hours ago, my mom and dad and i were attending mass where the priest said, in his homily, that teens were usually off being with their friends and whatevers during sundays rather than being with their family. or somewhere along those lines, i was barely paying attention.
my mom nudged and looked at me, all teary eyed, and said, “not like my son. not like kuya.”
i didn’t...
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“May utak naman ako, pero pinili ko maging bobo.”
– Bob Ong, ABNKKBSNPLAKo?! (book)
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did i miss something?
i sometimes wonder if i missed a meeting of some kind. the one in which everyone was taught every trivial and important things that i do not know. because everyone seems to do things smoothly and with absolute confidence while i stumble and flail.
these are the some of the things that i think ‘the meeting’ taught because i sincerely have no idea how they’re done:
how to walk...