The Birthday Post
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My birthday is coming up in less than 2 months! Matagal pa, I know. But I love birthdays, even if it means getting older by another year. But who cares? It's just a number. Although I hope I still don't look like I'm (turning) 24. Moisturize! Moisturize! Haha kunyari girly girl ako and I care for that stuff, although my sister says (pati na din si Lui) that I SHOULD moisturize to prevent my skin from getting wrinkly when I'm older. I don't want to look like my skin's dead wood when I'm 42! But I'll worry about that later when I'm 27 and my skin's starting to flake. haha
Anyway, back to my birthday coming up in less than 2 months... It's time for the annual WISHLIST! Just so you, my dear loveys, won't have any trouble trying to come up with a gift for me come the day. (yeah right, I'd be lucky to get one gift haha)
1. Nikon 18-200mm lens (a Sigma Nikon Mount wouldn't be too bad either)
2. Nikon 12-24mm f/4 AF-S DX
3. Nikon 50mm f/1.4 AF D
4. Beatles Rubber Soul Messenger Bag (actually kahit anong Beatles na Bag)
5. 10 Hole Ox Blood Vintage 1490 Doc Martens
6. Blankets by Craig Thompson
7. Goodbye Chunky Rice by Craig Thompson
8. The Sandman Series by Neil Gaiman (wish ko lang makumpleto ko to haha)
9. Giant Headphones (for my malapit ng masagasaan wala pa din pakialam kasi pinapakinggan si Andre E sa ipod niya... yes, may Andrew Ford Medina ako sa ipod ko bakit ba?)
10. Heavens Net is Wide by Lian Hearn
11. Brilliance of the Moon by Lian Hearn (yang edition na yan ah!)
12. Any Questionable Content Merchandise
13. Blackbird, Fly TLR Camera
14. Nike Coraline Dunks
15. Fisheye 2
16. Burloloy
17. Cannanes Chuck Taylors Red Series
18. a lot of dresses
19. Food Trip at Wai Ying
20. Trip to Coron
madami pa eh pero yung mga iba kaya ko na bilhin... or di kaya bilhin ng pera :) naks. parang pag-ibig. haha
yun lang. bow. 24. Here I come!
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are you there?
(Angels Dance and Angels Die by: Patricia Butler)
how...nice
I would walk casually over to their end of the table, a Luger, miraculously still working and rescued from my grandfather's baul, in my right hand. I'd say hello and make small talk with her. Maybe about the weather. Maybe about her hair.
"Where'd you buy your shirt? It's really pretty."
"You look good with your hair swept back that way."
"What's your name again?"
And as if it was the most natural thing in the world, I'd press the barrel of my 90year old, give or take a few years, German gun against the side of her left temple.
"Your skin is so smooth. Who's your derma?"
"What are you doing?"
"It's my grandfather's. Isn't it awesome?"
"Yes, it is."
I'd pull the trigger and blood and brain matter would explode all over the place. Milan Kundera would splatter on A's shirt. Her environmentalism would spew out of the hole in her head so fast it would topple over D's bottle of beer. Yellow liquid and thick red substance spilling. Thesis statements would cover C's face and he'd wipe them off with the nearest napkin he could reach, equally stained with communism and Kerouac as his jeans.
"Pass the salt, please."
"Have you seen the silent films being shown at Shangri-la?"
Life would go on as her head would hang limply from her slumped shoulders, a big hole where her thoughts on the new bill about removing VAT from oil prices and her thoughts on Mar Roxas used to be.
I'd wipe the my Luger with the hem of her shirt, surprisingly clean. My last bullet well spent. My grandfather would have been so proud. I'd push her off her seat, Fidel Castro, JPEPA, dolphins and credit card bills would spill out from her head, as easily as beer down a tambay's throat. I planted myself next to C.
"What's up?"
"You've got Nietczhe on your chin."
"Thanks."
"I haven't seen you in a while."
"Been busy cleaning up my Lolo's Luger."
"Nice gun, by the way."
"Want to get out of here?"
And that's what would have happened if my Lolo actually had a Luger."
find it hard to believe
That all the pain that we are feeling
Has some meaning in this world
It's so hard to believe
That everything you see is different
From the things that you've been told
I wanted life to be this way
Just a little bit of love could mean so much
O please don't take it all away
But with you heaven is still close enough to touch
I find it hard to believe
That someone up there is waiting
With arms open wide and smiling
It's so hard to believe
When someone told me that your suffering
Is what you get for living
I wanted life to be this way
Just a little bit of love could mean so much
O please don't take it all away
But with you heaven is still close enough to touch
Because your love is still the only thing
That matters in this world
The only thing I can believe...
-Hard to Believe
The smock chick fingered my hair and said in her stupid voice, 'You're receding.' ' 'We all are,' I said. We all are. We are all receding - waving or beckoning or just kissing our fingertips, we are all fading, shrinking, paling. Life is all losing, we are all losing, losing mother, father, youth, hair, looks, teeth, friends, lovers, shape, reason, life. We are losing, losing, losing. Take life away. It's too hard, too difficult. We aren't any good at it. Try us out on something else. But shelve life. Take life off the stands. It's too fucking difficult and we aren't any good at it.
-Money by Martin Amis
"I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism." - eat, pray, love by elizabeth gilbert
you are the jack to my o'lantern. hahahaha
saturday lights.
they don't really shine bright.
-Henry Rollins
mula ngayon hanggang sa susunod na pagsabog ng kalawakan.
5:52
18:37
23:04
while i'm brushing my teeth. in between crossing highways and tying my shoelaces.
i still get sad. sometimes. 2 minutes after lunch. 30 seconds before i comb my hair.
5 minutes before i wake up and just a moment after i shampoo my hair.
and i can't help but wonder. what now?
2 days from now.
2 weeks.
a month?
10 years. 5 months. 1 week. 3 days. 4 hours. 38 minutes and so many seconds.
at 17:04 when i cross the street to where the park is. let's hope that i've finally quit looking for you.
but for now. my five minutes has run out.
1.29.2009 || entry-link || 0 comments
My birthday is coming up in less than 2 months! Matagal pa, I know. But I love birthdays, even if it means getting older by another year. But who cares? It's just a number. Although I hope I still don't look like I'm (turning) 24. Moisturize! Moisturize! Haha kunyari girly girl ako and I care for that stuff, although my sister says (pati na din si Lui) that I SHOULD moisturize to prevent my skin from getting wrinkly when I'm older. I don't want to look like my skin's dead wood when I'm 42! But I'll worry about that later when I'm 27 and my skin's starting to flake. haha
Anyway, back to my birthday coming up in less than 2 months... It's time for the annual WISHLIST! Just so you, my dear loveys, won't have any trouble trying to come up with a gift for me come the day. (yeah right, I'd be lucky to get one gift haha)
1. Nikon 18-200mm lens (a Sigma Nikon Mount wouldn't be too bad either)
2. Nikon 12-24mm f/4 AF-S DX
3. Nikon 50mm f/1.4 AF D
4. Beatles Rubber Soul Messenger Bag (actually kahit anong Beatles na Bag)
5. 10 Hole Ox Blood Vintage 1490 Doc Martens
6. Blankets by Craig Thompson
7. Goodbye Chunky Rice by Craig Thompson
8. The Sandman Series by Neil Gaiman (wish ko lang makumpleto ko to haha)
9. Giant Headphones (for my malapit ng masagasaan wala pa din pakialam kasi pinapakinggan si Andre E sa ipod niya... yes, may Andrew Ford Medina ako sa ipod ko bakit ba?)
10. Heavens Net is Wide by Lian Hearn
11. Brilliance of the Moon by Lian Hearn (yang edition na yan ah!)
12. Any Questionable Content Merchandise
13. Blackbird, Fly TLR Camera
14. Nike Coraline Dunks
15. Fisheye 2
16. Burloloy
17. Cannanes Chuck Taylors Red Series
18. a lot of dresses
19. Food Trip at Wai Ying
20. Trip to Coron
madami pa eh pero yung mga iba kaya ko na bilhin... or di kaya bilhin ng pera :) naks. parang pag-ibig. haha
yun lang. bow. 24. Here I come!
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Trees
11.25.2008
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10.14.2008
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are you there?
let's be a little more obvious
9.30.2008
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(Angels Dance and Angels Die by: Patricia Butler)
how...nice
LUGER
9.19.2008
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I would walk casually over to their end of the table, a Luger, miraculously still working and rescued from my grandfather's baul, in my right hand. I'd say hello and make small talk with her. Maybe about the weather. Maybe about her hair.
"Where'd you buy your shirt? It's really pretty."
"You look good with your hair swept back that way."
"What's your name again?"
And as if it was the most natural thing in the world, I'd press the barrel of my 90year old, give or take a few years, German gun against the side of her left temple.
"Your skin is so smooth. Who's your derma?"
"What are you doing?"
"It's my grandfather's. Isn't it awesome?"
"Yes, it is."
I'd pull the trigger and blood and brain matter would explode all over the place. Milan Kundera would splatter on A's shirt. Her environmentalism would spew out of the hole in her head so fast it would topple over D's bottle of beer. Yellow liquid and thick red substance spilling. Thesis statements would cover C's face and he'd wipe them off with the nearest napkin he could reach, equally stained with communism and Kerouac as his jeans.
"Pass the salt, please."
"Have you seen the silent films being shown at Shangri-la?"
Life would go on as her head would hang limply from her slumped shoulders, a big hole where her thoughts on the new bill about removing VAT from oil prices and her thoughts on Mar Roxas used to be.
I'd wipe the my Luger with the hem of her shirt, surprisingly clean. My last bullet well spent. My grandfather would have been so proud. I'd push her off her seat, Fidel Castro, JPEPA, dolphins and credit card bills would spill out from her head, as easily as beer down a tambay's throat. I planted myself next to C.
"What's up?"
"You've got Nietczhe on your chin."
"Thanks."
"I haven't seen you in a while."
"Been busy cleaning up my Lolo's Luger."
"Nice gun, by the way."
"Want to get out of here?"
And that's what would have happened if my Lolo actually had a Luger."
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20:21
9.12.2008
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9.04.2008
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find it hard to believe
That all the pain that we are feeling
Has some meaning in this world
It's so hard to believe
That everything you see is different
From the things that you've been told
I wanted life to be this way
Just a little bit of love could mean so much
O please don't take it all away
But with you heaven is still close enough to touch
I find it hard to believe
That someone up there is waiting
With arms open wide and smiling
It's so hard to believe
When someone told me that your suffering
Is what you get for living
I wanted life to be this way
Just a little bit of love could mean so much
O please don't take it all away
But with you heaven is still close enough to touch
Because your love is still the only thing
That matters in this world
The only thing I can believe...
-Hard to Believe
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The smock chick fingered my hair and said in her stupid voice, 'You're receding.' ' 'We all are,' I said. We all are. We are all receding - waving or beckoning or just kissing our fingertips, we are all fading, shrinking, paling. Life is all losing, we are all losing, losing mother, father, youth, hair, looks, teeth, friends, lovers, shape, reason, life. We are losing, losing, losing. Take life away. It's too hard, too difficult. We aren't any good at it. Try us out on something else. But shelve life. Take life off the stands. It's too fucking difficult and we aren't any good at it.
-Money by Martin Amis
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9.03.2008
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"I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism." - eat, pray, love by elizabeth gilbert
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you are the jack to my o'lantern. hahahaha
8.28.2008
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saturday lights.
they don't really shine bright.
23:02
8.27.2008
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-Henry Rollins
fisher folk
8.21.2008
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beach
5.09.2008
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mula ngayon hanggang sa susunod na pagsabog ng kalawakan.
qoia de neuf
5.05.2008
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5:52
18:37
23:04
while i'm brushing my teeth. in between crossing highways and tying my shoelaces.
i still get sad. sometimes. 2 minutes after lunch. 30 seconds before i comb my hair.
5 minutes before i wake up and just a moment after i shampoo my hair.
and i can't help but wonder. what now?
2 days from now.
2 weeks.
a month?
10 years. 5 months. 1 week. 3 days. 4 hours. 38 minutes and so many seconds.
at 17:04 when i cross the street to where the park is. let's hope that i've finally quit looking for you.
but for now. my five minutes has run out.