You don't owe anyone an explanation of who you are. They're not entitled to know everything about you. If they can't understand the way that you are, pack up your things and just leave. Do not fit yourself, lower your thinking or conform to what is acceptable to them because one way or another, you're gonna lose yourself. Remember that the best persons in the world are those that make you feel comfortable in your skin and those that forever fuel your soul.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
This is my first book from Neil Gaiman. I've been thinking how I'd write my review for this one. I cannot begin to explain how much I enjoyed the book. It sort of felt like a book for kids but then throughout the story you'd realize that there were a lot of symbolism in the story. Well, the gist of the story goes like this: One night family was murdered by an unknown man but things started to get nasty when the a little boy of two or three years old escaped the house (unknowingly, because the kid just loves to walk and walk) before the murderer could even kill him. And then there goes the ghosts from the graveyard who took care of him and kept him safe from the murderer until he was big enough to take care of himself. Sounds a bit weird right? But, yes, fiction.
Anyway, I loved the story. And I am rooting for Neil Gaiman.
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
- Receiving an unexpected green dream catcher from a friend
- Finally having the time to re-arrange my room
- Listening to Thinking Out Loud for the nth time in my life. I love you Ed Sheerioo!
- Sincere compliments from friends
- A big jar of raisins covered in milk chocolate (drools..)
- My long bobcat hair (which is growing way too fast by the way and it's just been a month!)
- Talk Dirty // Jason Derulo (heeeh)
- Pizza. Need I say more?
- Late night endless phone calls and skype conversations with you
- You reading poems to me over the phone
- C H A S I N G C A R S
- "It's a full moon here tonight which makes me think of you. Cause I know no matter what I'm doing, no matter where I am, this moon will always be the same size as yours, half a world away."
- School, because allowance!
- School, because Hi crush!
- The cuteness that is my two pamangkins
- Ang sarap ng SEX. As in Sinigang EXpress (now there's your dirty mind)
- Finding money inside your jeans' pocket
- Super moon 07/12/14 ( I WAS IN LOVE with it)
- Colorful sunsets and you're in a 30-something-floor inside a building and you get to witness the beautiful, beautiful city lights
- When your friends are happy that you are happy
- Intelligent conversations with sensible people
- My silver necklace with my name in cursive as a pendant
- Finding your old journal back in high school and laughing at your "my new crush" written entry. OH GOD.
- Late night warm showers
- Being absolutely happy for no reason at all or better yet, for all the reasons there are in the world, what is there to be sad and grumpy about anyway?
- I'm quite sure this list could reach a hundred so I'm stopping
- Typing the last one realizing you have a hundred reasons to be happy
- Seriously I should stop I'm giggling rn I must be truly happy
- I'm happy
- Sarap mabuhay..
Saturday, July 12, 2014
I started to cry, and you quickly said, “No — i mean this part is over. We have to get to the next part.” And I said, “I'm not sure we can.”
Without having to think about it, you replied, “Of course we can.”
“How can you be so sure?” I asked.
And you said, “I'm sure. Isn't that enough?”
An excerpt from David Levithan's The Lover's Dictionary
(Pronouns were changed for the purpose of this blog post)
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable.She wants to feel cherished.When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate.She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
Excerpt from Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her.
Saturday, July 05, 2014
I wanted nothing else but to lie down right next to you under the stars and talk about the universe and all its wonders. That was one of those rare times that I wished the time really did stop. And although in reality it didn't, I still felt like it did. Like our world was frozen for awhile and we were separated from the actual wolrd. And that we were unaware of everything else except us. It felt like suddenly the two of us were inside this world—a big dome where the night sky is decorated with plenty of stars accompanied by the waxing gibbous moon. In front of us, the waves are kissing the shore and make such ethereal sounds.The salty smell of the ocean in the air. The feel and warmth of the sand on our toes and on our backs. The cool breeze kissing our skins and sending goosebumps all over. As if your presence isn't enough to give me those.
The conversations we had felt like it could go on forever and I wouldn't get tired. You pointed out to me the Orion and the Dipper and tried to imagine the Aurora in the Maldives beach where there are lots of planktons that illuminate the water. And then started reminiscing the six years. Then the apologies, your dreams, my dreams, the plans, the inside jokes, your songs, my songs, your pain, my pain, fears, mistakes, weirds, your scars, my scars, your stories and my stories back from the time when we were still together and into the time when we were in our separate ways. It was the kind conversation where you strip down everything and bare yourself naked in front of someone hoping that the other person would take it all in. I did. You did.
I wonder if the Universe planned this all along. And if the stars conspired as well and if the moon kept it secretly.
Pasacao Beach and that particular scene in that particular part of the beach will never be the same to me.