Aug 31, 2011

Haven't been

blogging lately. As obvious. I just feel so tired all the time. I actually opened this account just so I could try to wake up.

Oh, and I'm hungry. Have to remind myself to tell girlfriend my hungry tummy is craving for some Purefoods pork and beans. And a Hungarian sausage.

If you could throw in a couple of chips or some bread roll, it would all make for a nice English breakfast. I wish.

By Friedrich Nietzsche

1. People who have given us their complete confidence believe that they have a right to ours. The inference is false, a gift confers no rights.
2. He that humbleth himself wishes to be exalted.
3. The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.
4. There are no facts, only interpretations.
5. Morality is but the herd-instinct in the individual.
6. No one talks more passionately about his rights than he who in the depths of his soul doubts whether he has any.
7. Without music, life would be a mistake.
8. Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn’t.
9. In large states public education will always be mediocre, for the same reason that in large kitchens the cooking is usually bad.
10. The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
11. A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
12. We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the way in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.
13. No victor believes in chance.
14. Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.
15. Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.
16. It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
17. The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
18. The future influences the present just as much as the past.
19. The most common lie is that which one tells himself; lying to others is relatively an exception.
20. I counsel you, my friends: Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.
21. Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, is what makes someone a friend.
22. God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.
23. Success has always been a great liar.
24. Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.
25. What do you regard as most humane? To spare someone shame.
26. Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.
27. When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.
28. When one has a great deal to put into it a day has a hundred pockets.
29. Whoever despises himself nonetheless respects himself as one who despises.
30. All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.
31. What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.
32. Fear is the mother of morality.
33. A politician divides mankind into two classes: tools and enemies.
34. Everyone who has ever built anywhere a new heaven first found the power thereto in his own hell.
35. There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.
36. The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.
37. The Kingdom of Heaven is a condition of the heart — not something that comes upon the earth or after death.
38. What is the mark of liberation? No longer being ashamed in front of oneself.
39. Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.
40. We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.

Aug 18, 2011

Was browsing

the web earlier (as always) and realized just about how many people took the 30 day photography challenge and I thought "Hey, how come I've never seen/heard of a 30 day writing challenge?" So I Googled it, and found this:

30 day writing challenge:

Day 1 —Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
Day 2 —Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.
Day 3 —Write about the worst time you’ve ever put your foot in your mouth.
Day 4 —Write a story/excerpt to include the line, “Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”
Day 5 —Pick a letter of the alphabet. Now imagine two aisles of your local supermarket. List everything found in those two aisles that begin with that letter of the alphabet.
Day 6 —Write about a person who would buy all of those items in Day 5.
Day 7 —What sets you apart from the crowd?
Day 8 —Tell your life story from someone else’s point of view.
Day 9 —What was your favorite childhood toy?
Day 10 —What do you want to be remembered for?
Day 12 —What is your favorite day of the week?
Day 13 —Write about a random picture you would find in an envelope of finished prints at Costco.
Day 14 —Elvis still gets 100 Valentines each year. Tell about one of the people who sent one.
Day 15 — Create a character who is falsely accused of a crime.
Day 16 —If we assume ghosts are real, what type of ghost would you like to see?
Day 17 — Write a short scenario set in the kitchen of a fast-food restaurant.
Day 18 —Take a reader behind the wheel with the worst driver you’ve ever known.
Day 19 —Write a list of 25 (or just 5!) things you want to do in your life.
Day 20 —If you could go on only one more vacation in your lifetime, where would you go and why?
Day 21 —Find a job ad in the paper. Write about your life if you had that job.
Day 22 —You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand. How did you get this key? What does it lock or unlock?
Day 23 —Pretend you’re a cartoon character. What type of a character would you be? What would a day in your life be like?
Day 24 —Write about the longest amount of time you’ve ever gone without sleeping.
Day 26 —Write about your worst habit.
Day 27 —Make up a near-death experience (unless you have a real one).
Day 28 —You read about yourself in your brother/sister, girlfriend/boyfriend’s diary. What did you read?
Day 29 —You are at a cemetery reading gravestones. Write about one of the people you find.
Day 30 —Write a short entry that ends with the line, “The silver dust of moonlight settled coldly on the night.”

(from here.)

and I'm thinking when I can start this. Soon, Hopefully.

Created a

new board on Pinterest. The sewing board, as shown here:

I learned how to sew shorts and shirts and wallets when I was in grade/high school. And now that I cannot find any reasonably priced skirts around (thrift shops never always seem to have one I like/in my size), I decided I wanted to make a skirt of my own too.

The instructions seem pretty easy to follow so I'll give it a shot. Will let you know what happens when I get around to borrowing my Lola's sewing machine.

Wish me luck! ;)

i don't

feel really good today. Girlfriend did a pretty quick check up on me and said I was low in iron. Well, I have had my period for 4 days now and have not had a really good night's sleep. She told me I should take the Iberet I have in my pill case. But I'm a stubborn prick who doesn't really like taking in any kind of meds... except the ones that make you fall asleep (shh).

Although I think I really have to, this time. Everything gets blurry and I feel like the ground is shaking every time I stand up, so... sigh. Hope I'll feel a lot better later.

Aug 16, 2011

So if I hold your hand...

"Love is about grand gestures.
Love is about airplanes pulling banners
over stadiums, proposals on
jumbo-trons, giant words in
skywriting. Love is about going
that extra mile, even if it hurts,
letting it all hang out there. Love
is about finding courage inside of
you that you didn't even know
was there."

- Little Manhattan

Aug 15, 2011

Clocked in

at 8.37 today. My shift starts at 10 and I was way too early.

I woke up at 7.30 a.m. and I couldn't go back to sleep in the afternoon and it was already getting dark out and I got scared I'd be late the first day of the week so instead of having another go at trying to sleep, I went to work early.

It was actually a good thing because the rains started pouring just when I was a few blocks away from the office. And not when I was about to cross that bridge in EDSA just to get to SM Megamall. (Our office is located just a couple of streets parallel to EDSA.)

I can't believe it took me how many minutes to type that last paragraph just because I kept on thinking whether or not I should put EDSA as EDSA, or just Edsa. Sheesh.

Anyway, I have been logged in over at for the last hour and I can't stop loving how everything looks really really really nice. This is me:

I have about 18 boards and more than 80 pins. If you're having a hard time imagining, well it's kind of like an online cork board, a mood board, inspiration board. Only, this time, there won't be a need to cut up your precious magazine or pictures.

You can go ahead and browse through all the pins even if you aren't a member but why not join instead? You get to have a lot of things lovely to look at for inspiration, plus, who knows how many people get inspired by you?

Just be wary, though. It's pretty addicting. ;) Leave your email addy on the comment box so I can invite you in.

Aug 11, 2011


"If someone can talk you out of being a writer, you're not a writer. If I can talk you out of being a writer, I've done you a favor, because now you'll be free to pursue your real talent, whatever that may be. And, for the record, everybody has one. The lucky ones figure out what that is. The unlucky ones keep on writing shitty screenplays and asking me to read them."

- I Will Not Read Your Fucking Script

Aug 10, 2011

"And if my heart isn't in my mouth 
It's because it knows its place"

- First Person Deconstructive

really nice lines from a really nice post I got from another blogger who also doesn't know who wrote this. but here's the entire poem.

I think the reason

why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.
- Why Do Twentysomethings Always Feel So Old, Ryan O'Connell

Aug 8, 2011

I found

myself writing your name today. Over and over until the words and the letters and all the little dots poured out, slowly, toppling over the edges. I wanted to keep you inside, to hold you down. I wanted to box you in as a gift, for myself. I wanted to have you within an arm's reach, always there, always ready.

I would hold you more and more, tighter and tighter everyday. I won't let you go, I can't, I wouldn't know how.

I don't know how I can love you. There are so many reasons for me not to. You're my best friend, I'm supposed to take care of you, and not have the authority to break your heart. (Even though I promise I wouldn't, there is still that possibility.) You're a friggin on-call nurse. Nobody wants to get tied down to second place to their lover's job. You are beautiful, charming, and very lovely, which is scaring the shit out of me. What if you leave because someone else better than me got smitten by you? (Now that is very very very possible.) So I don't really know how I can love you.

But I do. And I can't stop. I just have to love you, to pour your coffee in the morning, to wake you up in kisses, to cook breakfast with you, to have lunch dates with you, to watch basketball games on the sidelines or on TV next to you, to grab a few beers at nights our bodies are craving for alcohol, to let you drive me fast anywhere, to let you read my mind, to let you let me down, to kiss you good night, to curl my body into yours when we sleep, to let me ruffle your hair, to let you leave kiss marks all over me... the list just goes on.

And I now find myself wanting to write your name again. But I guess I've run out of paper. No worries, I think the walls will do.