Since no one bothers to listen when I choose to go emo in my entries, I'm going to choose to write about inconsequential entries from now on. :)

So I just made a big hole in my pocket after I spent all my saved up moolah for a Razer Lycosa keyboard which I got cheap at Php4000 over at Computer 'n Options. I'd have saved up 2000 more for the ( Read more... )

Almost a month has passed since I afforded myself liberty from the austerity of academic bullcrap and poof, a couple of seconds later, I'm two days away from going back to the school I initially loathed during my first three to four years of stay. My mind's trying to console me with faux images of the Literature Dept. staff announcing free cuts to ( Read more... )

It took him 45 minutes to decide that he was going to kill himself. And he did.

Is there really no exit? Sometimes the only way out is choosing to stay and inviting that old friend and his familiar black coat in, before the door of your train car latches itself close and the last trip homebound takes you away.

I have this thing where I manage well enough to push people away from me; and I'm getting good at it.

It's going to be hard now. Things have changed.

So after writing an entry that creeped people out, I'm writing one that did the same thing to me.

I'm supposed to be writing about some stupid paper about Gael Garcia Marquez's (pun intended because I'm not stupid) Five Hours of Solitude...so far--and I am; but I keep vacillating from doing all sorts of things on the internet to rereading the four ( Read more... )

I think I died last night. I had this sudden feeling that somehow, my soul just dropped from under me onto the station platform, lingered there for a little while, and slithered down to the train tracks while Carlos, Christian and I thought we missed the last northbound train.

Before my folks left for home earlier, my dad asked me why are you so ( Read more... )

There is within each of us that silent but restless voice that yearns to be heard or to keep itself from being heard: a scream, a whisper, perhaps a breath or gasp, echoing our impressions of transactions with people that are randomly cast into our lives. It speaks even when not spoken to if for no other reason than it vouches for us a reassurance ( Read more... )

Four posts ago, I came across some quote from Nicole Krauss' The History of Love over at literaryquotes. It struck me as one of those very simple lines that once read, traces a ripple in every fiber of your being, leaving you momentarily still in one of those deer-in-the-headlights episodes of your life that seemingly becomes a turnpike from the self you were ( Read more... )

After my last post, I felt a sudden urge to burn all of my entries. Giving myself away is something I'm won't to do--hell, something I've never done and the entry came within an inch to hurling myself over the edge; and just to be sure, I might have already done just that. It's a good thing I don't have to speak gibberish in this post. That makes ( Read more... )

Sometimes, we like a person too much that each time we come into close contact with them, we can't help but feel they're giving out hints of their feeling the same thing. We think about it too much that we sink into funny delusions: sharing the same seat in the bus, a slow forbidden kiss in the rain perhaps, or a star-littered sky outdoors to greet ( Read more... )