Tuesday January 31, 2012 at 1:49

“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.”

Jack Kerouac  (via thesaltwaternight)

(Source: thatfilmdudekalen)

This post was reblogged from Ursa Major; The Great Bear.

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Thursday April 29, 2010 at 9:29

Because this poem is named after someone who broke my heart, light years ago

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

Richard Siken

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Thursday April 29, 2010 at 9:07

Mohna - Hold Them

A song about the haunted voices in your head. What does your say?

Mine whispers, “regret, regret”.

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Wednesday December 16, 2009 at 4:21

Dear old Love: A note to myself

  • I think, that the only way to get over someone is to not try to get over him at all. Savor the memories you shared and all the good times that you went through. Then think about all the things that make the breakup a good idea and sigh a sigh of relief. Analyze the relationship and absorb it, to every last detail. Take it as a learning experience and see what you did wrong or how you could have handled the situation better. Then, deal with the fact that it is, indeed over and what remains between you two is only a mere memory.
  • Do not desperately try to get over him via drunken nights with random friends or replacing him immediately with someone else just to regain the feeling of being loved. You will only hurt yourself and others.
  • Just breathe, slowly. Rationalize your feelings.
  • Meet new people and put yourself out there. People remain in a rut because their horizons are limited.
  • Focus on yourself. Treat yourself to something, like a new outfit or a massage or a haircut. Improve your skills. Do the things that you stopped doing because you were attached.
  • Do not try to remain in contact unless you never really loved him. Getting updated that he is dating this and dating that is self inflicted masochism and may be cause of unfinished thesis papers.
  • Cry when you feel like it, scream in pillows to let the pain out. Pillows will never judge you for loving an asshole too much.
  • Do not lie to yourself. Denial can bury the feelings for now but they may still linger and re-surface in the future. Just accept your fate and deal with it.
  • Never compare new lovers to past boyfriends. Everyone is different and a lot of people have their pros and cons. Also, we do not want to end up disappointed.
  • Do not be bitter and do not stalk. Out of sight, out of mind. Be mature and do not post stuff like “thank God she’s gone” or shit about being single - it just shows immaturity and being in denial. Also, it makes you look like a total ass slash douche.


Really, everything just boils down to acceptance and self respect. Also, I should follow my own advice. :D

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Tuesday December 15, 2009 at 17:24

My cousin and I went to this street in New York where quirky wigs, funky glasses frames, used film cams, yogurt and some bunch of other hipster stuff were sold. It was resident to hippies [with ala-mystery machine van to boot], Indians and cool people who look like their dogs. Bought 2 frames and had the lens changed in Quiapo. One is kind of cat eyeish ala Lisa Loeb [it makes me look super snooty] while the other one is a leopard print wayfarer type. Sadly, the latter is kinda for button nosed people and my nose got horribly inflamed :[ Also, my dad kept making fun of me, calling me WEIRDO, because I looked like a bubuyog with the wayfarers on and catwoman with the other frames.
I tried taking a pic of me in all the eyewear I had to see which suited me best. I would loooove to prove dad wrong but it seems that I still look best in my lola titanium glasses. Boo~
Hmm.. Ang creepy ng smile ko in the last frame :O

My cousin and I went to this street in New York where quirky wigs, funky glasses frames, used film cams, yogurt and some bunch of other hipster stuff were sold. It was resident to hippies [with ala-mystery machine van to boot], Indians and cool people who look like their dogs. Bought 2 frames and had the lens changed in Quiapo. One is kind of cat eyeish ala Lisa Loeb [it makes me look super snooty] while the other one is a leopard print wayfarer type. Sadly, the latter is kinda for button nosed people and my nose got horribly inflamed :[ Also, my dad kept making fun of me, calling me WEIRDO, because I looked like a bubuyog with the wayfarers on and catwoman with the other frames.

I tried taking a pic of me in all the eyewear I had to see which suited me best. I would loooove to prove dad wrong but it seems that I still look best in my lola titanium glasses. Boo~

Hmm.. Ang creepy ng smile ko in the last frame :O

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Monday May 25, 2009 at 5:04

Some Friday night. My sister is the cutest drunk.

Some Friday night. My sister is the cutest drunk.

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Saturday May 23, 2009 at 9:00

So the plan is, I’ll make you fall in love with me. Then you’ll choose me over her, after which I murder her, when all is forgotten. Because I am awesome at holding grudges. And I am a predator like that.

So the plan is, I’ll make you fall in love with me. Then you’ll choose me over her, after which I murder her, when all is forgotten. Because I am awesome at holding grudges. And I am a predator like that.

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Monday April 06, 2009 at 2:04

SOOC *in a slump*

SOOC *in a slump*

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Tuesday March 31, 2009 at 14:17

I want to learn to ride a bike with a basket in the front and a little bell on the handle. Also, because I want to live in Europe. But I’ve been trying for years and still no success. My hypothalamus hates me.

I want to learn to ride a bike with a basket in the front and a little bell on the handle. Also, because I want to live in Europe. But I’ve been trying for years and still no success. My hypothalamus hates me.

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Monday March 23, 2009 at 10:56

A conversation between 8 year old boys

  • Funny conversation. My 8 year old brother and I went to the park to play yesterday. Because I was so bored, I made friends with this Chinese boy, Bryce, who was also 8 years old. He and my brother, immediately hit it off and were talking atop the jungle gym in the park.
  • Joshua: You know, I could see the future
  • Bryce: Silly, no one can see the future!
  • Joshua: But I can!
  • Bryce: How???
  • Joshua: Well, you see, the future isn't really the future.
  • Bryce: I think I know what you mean. Is it because it is attached to the past?
  • Joshua: *nods head*
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Wednesday December 10, 2008 at 23:26

Someday, we'll be giants

  • kitten: OMG, you should SO come here. We'd have so much fun together.
  • kitten: And NY is SO the place for up and coming artists. BILIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS !!!!
  • Doms: NY! i know. ive been reading nylon !! im so jealous of the artists there. I don't think my dad wants me to be an artist tho. He wants me to be rich.
  • kitten: Well, since you've got talent, yayaman ka dito! OMG.
  • kitten: Tapos pag nagpublish ako ng book, pupunta ka. Tapos pag nagexhibit ka, pupunta ako. We'd be so happy.
  • Doms: omg! pero of course! we hafto to be totally bohemian
  • kitten: Definitely.
  • kitten: We'd be stuck up and smoke pot and all of that good stuff.
  • Doms: we eat grass and dance in the rain and live in some dark alley and go to gigs of obscure artists
  • Doms: but not too much pot! pot makes me lazy and want to be a pig.
  • kitten: Yup and we'd go to poetry slams and rainbow gatherings and everything.
  • Doms: like , i just want to lie on the ground and roll in the mud. LOL
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Wednesday December 10, 2008 at 9:11

 If there’s any love in me, don’t let it show  oh and if there’s any love in me, don’t let it grow
~Shape of my Heart by Noah and the Whale

If there’s any love in me, don’t let it show
oh and if there’s any love in me, don’t let it grow

~Shape of my Heart by Noah and the Whale

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Tuesday November 04, 2008 at 14:25

The Excorcism of Marie Dominique.
A professor who’s been rooting for me to make it to latin honors, gave me exxxxxtra credit work for the week, before school starts. I was given two thick ass political non fiction books to be read and criticized by, uh, this Friday. Talk about crazy and ambitious! Anyway, I might end up plagiarizing something from Wikipedia. But now that I am not yet as desperate, I will be reading and babbling about neo imperialism and globalization for the time being. Wish me luck!
Textures from deviant art. Overkill, I know. But that is how dark I feel, right now.

The Excorcism of Marie Dominique.

A professor who’s been rooting for me to make it to latin honors, gave me exxxxxtra credit work for the week, before school starts. I was given two thick ass political non fiction books to be read and criticized by, uh, this Friday. Talk about crazy and ambitious! Anyway, I might end up plagiarizing something from Wikipedia. But now that I am not yet as desperate, I will be reading and babbling about neo imperialism and globalization for the time being. Wish me luck!

Textures from deviant art. Overkill, I know. But that is how dark I feel, right now.

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Monday November 03, 2008 at 0:38

Pool party at home! I have so much love for the sembreak, friends and fruity alcoholic beverages! Too bad it’s class time, come tomorrow again!
Bye bye sembreak, hell-oh UP Manelah!!!!

Pool party at home! I have so much love for the sembreak, friends and fruity alcoholic beverages! Too bad it’s class time, come tomorrow again!

Bye bye sembreak, hell-oh UP Manelah!!!!

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Saturday October 25, 2008 at 2:38

 Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.

Cheers to lovers, friends, conyo antics, night club ho dances, unicorns, inside jokes, cheap thrills, new acquaintances, card games, alcoholic tendencies and Bubble Gang.

My bibigals and homeboyz are all smiles, despite lethargy and hot hot heat. :D

Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.

Cheers to lovers, friends, conyo antics, night club ho dances, unicorns, inside jokes, cheap thrills, new acquaintances, card games, alcoholic tendencies and Bubble Gang.

My bibigals and homeboyz are all smiles, despite lethargy and hot hot heat. :D

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