Tuesday, September 11, 2012
That's just it.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
...
Watching a movie while lying my head on your shoulders. Eating McDs while watching a movie. Letting me lie down on your lap when I'm tired. I miss you.
Getting your call after office hours only to hear you shout "alooo. behhh." Being disrupted by your spontaneous farts and burps. And constantly listening to you complaining about the youth nowadays. I miss you.
I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
*continues ignoring the obvious*
Monday, July 30, 2012
Agape.
I can't tell you how much I miss you. I can't tell you why I'm still here.
But just know that I am. Here. With you.
And I miss you so.
I certainly hope you feel the same way.
I long for the feel of your fingertips on my skin, your lips on my forehead, your fingers going through my hair, and your spontaneous farts.
There's just something about you that makes it hard for me to let you go.
So I won't, for now.
See you soon, then.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Brevity.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Binoculars.
Its been a while since I've written anything significant about my life. About the stuff that really matters. Because ever since I've started full time work, I found myself missing something.
Something is always not right.
I don't feel sad, I don't feel happy, I just live.
Everybody says to get through life, you've got to suck it up and move on. I've taught myself that ever since I was in my teens. That made me who I am today. I consider myself reasonably calm and collected.
I only cry when no one is around, when I read, when I watch a movie. It gets depressing, when all I cry about is loss. Maybe there's something missing.
Maybe there's a loss that I don't know of.
If there isn't any, why else would I be so sensitive over the emotions and the plot?
Maybe I'm lost, still.
And maybe deep down inside I feel that all the good things in this world are at loss too.
I need to restore my faith in life. I need to, before it gets worse.
I need to feel genuinely happy. I desperately want to.
I need to feel the excruciating pain that's supposed to hurt me. I have to feel it.
But, sadly, all I feel is .... Emptiness.
Monday, February 6, 2012
End of story.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
AbraCadabra, Vanish!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
A Girl You Should Date, by Rosemarie Urquico.
Something of the total opposite of what I shared earlier. I am so glad somebody did a reply :)
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.