I have had my livejournal account for several years now. It has survived four boyfriends, three different schools, several jobs, and my mother's death.

Part of the reason that I am leaving LJ is that I feel that I do not have an existential crisis anymore. I want to be able to separate certain parts of my life like this.

I will still keep my ( Read more... )

Here, have a poem. (I have two minutes of mental break)

St. Munditia
VAHNI CAPILDEO, from the collection "No Traveller Returns"

What have you seen today, my dear?The female tourist ( Read more... )

It's been a year.And I don't think people actually get over heartbreaks of this kind. But things have become bearable for the four of us, my brother and my two sisters ( Read more... )

In a class that I attended several weeks ago, the instructor said that there are too many photographers in the Philippines. There is a paradox somewhere, if everyone is a photographer, then truly there is no one (who is a photographer ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel that if I become a tad bit more cerebral than what I am now I am going to start losing my fascination with people and things. I fear that I might wake up one day and figure out the patterns to people's predictabilities.

Or maybe this is the reality that growing up brings: the realization that everything just depends on one thing ( Read more... )

The days are swallowing me whole again, I am not complaining about it. Although sometimes, I feel like maybe I am spreading myself too thin with the things that I am doing/plan to do. But these days, I welcome every bit of activity that comes with this busy-ness ( Read more... )

100, 8 June 2010
I have a hundred days before I send my favorite boy away on a plane.

My ribcage feels like collapsing from my expanding heart. This is the kind of grief that I will never have the time to prepare for.

99, 09 June 2010
Today, I realized that everything is getting smaller except my heart.

What is the sound of a heart breaking?

98 ( Read more... )

01. Somebody made me sign a contract that states that I agree to write something everyday. While I do not have the time to actually do that, I suppose it is a welcome challenge to preserve all the almost profound ideas that pass me each day.

02. All the writing that I will do actually just means that I am piling fragments of compelling thoughts and ( Read more... )

Sometimes I am convinced that the general population is a masochist of some sort. (In Psychological profiles, these people would be the Feeling types who are merciful versus the Thinking types who prefer to be just.) As much as I do not like to cram my beliefs into people's throats in situations like these, I really truly believe this masochism is ( Read more... )

01. I like watching people gratify themselves when they write or when they talk about themselves extensively as if it were a graceful ballet performance we would all enjoy watching. I like knowing that people are conscious of the eyes looking at them. More so, I like seeing them fumble as they make a joke of themselves and assume that when they ( Read more... )