November 25th, 2009
literary eksena POSTED AT 11:45 AM
Kitakits sa CCP Ramp [halina't rumampa! amp] This entry contained scripting, which has been removed for your safety. Click here to see the entry in its entirety. comments?
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November 25th, 2009
pagtatakwil [warning: violent pictures] POSTED AT 11:05 AM Ano nga ba ang nagtutulak sa tao para pumatay? Poot? Salapi? Prinsipyo? Politika? Doon din sa Maguindanao naging "landslide" ang pagkakapanalo ni Gloria Arroyo. Sa ilang presinto roon, wala ni isa mang boto si Fernando Poe Jr. Isipin mo: kahit isa, wala siyang nakuhang boto. Ang kapal ng mukha talaga nitong si Arroyo. Malaki ang utang na loob niya kay Ampatuan. Hello Garci?! Ngayon naalala ko ang Jabidah massacre kung saan pinatay ng mga elemento ng Armed Forces of the Philippines ang 60 kataong Moro na kanilang nirekluta. Naalala ko ang Balangiga massacre kung saan pinatay ng mga tropang Amerikano ang halos tatlong libong sibilyan sa Balangiga, Samar dahil sa paghihiganti. This entry contained scripting, which has been removed for your safety. Click here to see the entry in its entirety. |
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November 25th, 2009
I Need To Know If You Were Real POSTED AT 08:43 AM in Love, Life There is an ethereal awakening happening to me. I am enveloped again in wariness. I cannot comprehend certain things. It's fine, I'm used to it. It's way of life- living in confusion and fear. I will break free of this, one way or another. --- I realized that I am prone to sliding into depression lately. Maybe all the jazz of rehab is gone. Turns out I may be back to my old self. I guess the difference now is, I am fighting the urge to hurt myself. I am fighting for myself. Bacause I promised that I will never throw myself away again... Not anymore. --- Jogged again and did Tae Bo... I'm beginning to love that workout. Makes me sweat a lot, and gives me self-confidence. I guess exercise IS good for you. (How funny that every goddamn thing in the world screams for us all to exercise, but I only internalized it now.) I'm looking for an advanced type of Tae Bo. I suspect I will get bored with the Tae Bo we have now because it's so basic. Reading: Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman Listening to: Give You Back by Vertical Horizon Feeling: sweaty |
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November 24th, 2009
Nye POSTED AT 05:39 PM in Love My friend texted and said I look like Katherine Heigl. Hello?! I'm not even the dirt underneath her fingernails. Haha. Reading: Coraline by Neil Gaiman Listening to: As Long As It Matters by Gin Blossoms Feeling: weirded out |
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November 24th, 2009
The Luckiest POSTED AT 08:04 AM in Love I now consider myself lucky for having J in my life. He's really the most caring and loving human being I have ever met, seriously. But I just can't love him because I don't want to hurt such a kind heart. I remember when we had a retreat at Tagaytay and of course me and my friend smuggled alocohol and pursued a drinking session in which I got horridly drunk. In short, J cleaned up my puke, cleaned me up and I slept in his room. The next morning, I was a spectacle to all the other guys in my class because I was sleeping in his room. But, because he IS J, they didn't suspect that we slept together. Apparently, they all stared at me from the door in the room. He is like that- nice to have around, but I can't imagine sleeping with him. For God's sake, he's a virgin and I don't want to have to teach him. ---- Last night, me and my sister walked around the block ten times, talking about everything and nothing at all. It was refreshing. I could tell her anything and it would all be fine. Just fine. I am lucky to have such an understanding little sister (or little brother, actually). --- I am lucky to have one of the greatest doctors I know- my psychiatrist, Dr. LB. He really made me better, by some mysterious, unknown way. I am now stable on 10mg Abilify, 2mg Akineton, 150mg Lamictal and 100mg Seroquel (prn). --- And here's a secret: I do fall haphazardly towards an unnameable center to which I cling. I am stupid like that. For a long time, their typical description of me was "cold, detached and pretty." Now, I'm a conversationalist with a zest for life. How lucky I am to have changed so much.
Reading: Coraline by Neil Gaiman Listening to: The Search is Over by Survivor Watching: my sister play Plants vs. Zombies Feeling: light and happy |
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November 23rd, 2009
Heartburn POSTED AT 09:53 AM in Love "What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?" ---- Had a pretty packed weekend, meeting up with friends and going to a party. I met my best friend from college, C, at Greenbelt and we had dinner at Madison. The best lamb shank I have ever tasted. Really meat falling off the bones. Yum. I plan to bring my sister there, as she's a real gourmet lover. --- On Sunday, my aunts and cousins will be coming over for a grill party here at home. They're also bringing beer and vodka. Oh, how I love my relatives on the father side. They're so carefree and all. J is coming too, and sleeping over here in our house (not beside me ha). --- I'm okay. I'm not trapped anymore in a world where if no guy pursues me, then I feel worthless. I don't anymore. Not at all. In fact, I don't give a damn if I stay single for a long time. (ie I don't need to have sex for a long period of time too.) --- Jogged today, then did Tae Bo. I suspect that my muscles will ache tomorrow- but I love that feeling anyhow.
Reading: Coraline by Neil Gaiman Listening to: Breakeven by The Script Watching: Perfume Feeling: energized, actually |
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November 21st, 2009
Blurb POSTED AT 08:48 AM in Love Had a great night last night, meeting up with friends. It was 2 AM when K was walking me home, talking about absolutely anything under the sun (or moon). At Starbucks, I saw U's sister, and she said I should eat more because I lost some weight again. I do not believe her. I will perpetually be the fat girl, no matter what anybody says. ---- Somtimes, I get so tired of the way people interact with me. There's always something they're not saying. |
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November 19th, 2009
These Darn Reflexes POSTED AT 10:00 PM in Love After bottle after bottle of beer, we come to the same conclusion: P. It's his face that I see flashing before my eyes. It's his scent that lingers in the forgotten refuge of my senses. It's his laugh that brightens up my rigid heart. Oh, Peter, what is it with you? Why can't I ever let you go? I should've said what I wanted to say years ago: I love you. Fuck these reflexes. Fuck these habits. I hate myself for making you a reflex; for making sure that every turn of my tortuous mind means you. And only you. Reading: Coraline by Neil Gaiman Listening to: Hello by Lionel Richie Watching: The End of the Affair Feeling: dazed |
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