Saturday, May 28, 2011

Date A Girl Who Reads

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.

- Rosemary Urquico (who I cannot find anywhere on the internet)

Friday, May 27, 2011

Coral Reefs Twice the Size of Manila Destroyed

Stuffed Hawksbill Turtle
Picture courtesy of Inquirer.net

This news really makes me mad. I love the ocean so much and people should know that these are treasures. That we, Filipinos, have the responsibility of taking care of it, not destroy it.

I think that those guys who left the Cotobato reefs, not to mention poached pawikans, should rot in prison. It's ridiculous, really, that the heaviest punishment they could face is 6 years imprisonment and 20 thousand peso fine, when it would take more than 25 years to grown them back. The punishment should be commensurate to the crime!

Read more of the story here.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Jealousy is the ugliest trait.


I want this feeling to be gone. And if it won't go away then I want something to come of it. I want to just know what's going on in your head.

Just tell me straight up that you belong with me and not with anyone else. Tell me cause this feeling really sucks and I want it to go away. :(

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Finding Nemo

Faith is building on what you know is here, so you can reach what you know is there.  
       – Cullen Hightower


An old friend introduced me to the concept of sharks and Nemos. A Nemo is supposedly a good guy, a good catch if you may. A good find at this day and age when all men are expected to stray. The sharks, well, are the assholes of the earth. The typical find. The ones most women would wish will drop dead in an instant. I think it doesn’t take much to see that we’re swimming in a shark-infested ocean. But it’d take one big thing before we get to the bottom and find the Nemos waiting for us. Faith.

Looking back, it wasn’t really love that got me in to and out of a lot of things. I can always say I have managed to redeem myself through sacrifice. I guess I’ve always been too masochistic, always ready to keep myself from writhing in pain. It wasn’t endurance that got me safely through. It was the belief that after pain, relief would follow.

The only time that got things cloudy was when I leaned towards being cynical, when I doubted everything --- people, myself, and God. As I always liked to reason out, and as I’ve read somewhere, you cannot tell someone who’s been lied to that not all people are like that. True. When things start falling out and getting out of hand, doubt sets in and things, no matter how you try taking hold of them, would automatically ruin themselves altogether.

I think it happens because we need faith to put things together for us. We need to believe in things no matter how impossible they seem. We need to be like little kids who believe Santa drops by every Christmas Eve. We need to see things in a doubtless light.

When I felt betrayed by one of my closest friends, someone told me I have to know how to rebuild my trust in my friends again. I believed that. Now I appreciate the circle I am in more than I did before.

When I loved and lost one of the most important people in my life, I have always been told I’d eventually get up and learn to forgive, start to forget, and survive. It was a long stretch, but I am where I should be, where I want to be. And so, even if I didn’t want to admit it, I believed that. And things just kept on getting better for me.

I regained my faith in most things. And it made me the strong person that I am now. I may appear unhappy and unsatisfied in some aspects of my life, but I am in the process of embracing faith, as I know it. There isn’t anything too big or too little, too easy or too hard. If this is faith, I am there.

Going back to Nemo, I believed he was one of them, just because he said so. And it made like lightning striking when he suddenly turned out to be one of them sharks. I have given up believing he was one of them. But faith made me see, that just because he wasn’t set out as what he had initially showed himself to be, it doesn’t mean he won't change again, for the better.

Someday, the real Nemo in him will, in calm waters, come swimming closer. No matter how shark he is and wants to be. No matter how many fake Nemos are trying to influence him. I just have to keep believing. I just have to embrace it all.

If this is faith, then, again, I have it.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

You're a dummie!

Yes, I'm that type of person who would criticize misspelled words and wrong grammars in a suicide note. Deal with it!

Monday, May 23, 2011

Oh, kids!

COR: Clark, what's your favorite show?
CLARK: Penis and Perv!
COR: Yeah!!

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Bloody Marathon

Out of sheer desperation to entertain myself, the inconceivable has happened. I downloaded a horror/thriller movie and watched it by myself. My movie of choice? Saw 1-4.

I can stand blood and gore. I watched Hostel, Chainsaw Massacres, Friday the 13th. Horror of the spiritual kind, however, I doubt I'll ever be able to stomach. The Ring, Exorcism, Blair Witch, Wishing Stairs, etc. Fuck, no! (I might watch it though if the boyfriends with me.)

As some would put it, "So, you're actually scared of the things most likely to not happen as opposed to the shit that have gone down in real life?".

Ironic.

I sailed through 4 movies of morbid, bloody, torture. A story of a serial killer, a sick minded psychopath out to teach humankind a lesson in cherishing life. Of course, half the time I was concentrating on something else so I was really only half-paying attention. 


But still, I finished them all.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Damon Salvatore


I wish I knew a guy as seductive, charming and even as arrogant as Damon Salvatore. He's just creepy enough to draw me in. Plus, I've always liked a little over-confidence.

GLITTERS AND HAPPINESS

 

I dig you, like so much!           

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Dougie!


Well, he sucks. But I think he looks very adorable with all the accent and dancing like a loser. LOL
“You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her. Because you don’t destroy people you love.”
                      - Grey’s Anatomy

Monday, May 16, 2011

Love


"The best is still ahead."

This kept me going.

When the world crashed down on me, I remained hopeful.

I never stopped believing. This heart never stopped loving.

And I am happy.

Because it led me to where I always wanted to be.

I am loved by the one I love.

The BEST has finally found me. 

Tsokolate

 
I've read a lot of glowing reviews and seen mouth-watering pictures of this famous Japanese chocolate. Good Lord, I can't wait to try this little piece of heaven. *sigh*

Consider me lucky though, 'cause Royce chocolates are now available at Rockwell. Well, that's what I heard. Might as well just go there and buy some. :)

Waaaahhhh!!
I WAAAAAANNNNNTTTTTTT!

Word.

Someone questioned, "Why do we need a lover when there are so many around to love us?" A wise man answered, "As air is everywhere but we still need a fan to feel it."

Sunday, May 15, 2011

“Promise only what you can deliver. Then deliver more than you promise.”

Saturday, May 14, 2011

"Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is most becoming?"
               -Sylvia Plath

Sigh

And as i go to sleep tonight, I think about how simple my life has become yet how complicated it remains. I think of you, and you, and you. Of you and I. Him and me. I think of her. I think of them. I think of that time way back when. I think of the happy and the scary and of the sad. I think of the days that had just passed. I imagine what lies ahead...

I'm exhausted yet I can't sleep. Day by day, I tell myself. I'll take it as it comes day by day by day.

Shoes are LOVE.

Untitled / Bedouin

I used to not have a shoe fetish. And then I developed one. Then I got over it. After a while, it reappeared. Soon after it went away again. Now the fetish is back.

I have a feeling this will be a never-ending cycle. Much like how my room stays clean and then it isn't anymore and I don't even know how it happened.

I wish I could collect all the tears you made me cry...

so I could DROWN you in them.

Point me in the right direction.

You are your own worst critic. Learning how to control your emotions is key to survival. A sound mind and a good heart will take you places. Passion is a very powerful driving force.

Can I get an Amen?

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Trophy Boyfie


Bebi, have I ever told you you're the handsomest guy I have ever met? Have I told you I look at you in the way I look at Orlando Bloom, Francisco Lachowski, and the Disney Prince Charmings? In awe? Have I told you that you look good whatever it is you're wearing? Have I ever told you that if there is such thing as a trophy boyfriend then I definitely have one?

Je t'aime, my lover boy. 

Always.


You, Roderico Arcenas. 

All mothers go to heaven.


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You’ve been a great mother to me for 12 years. 12 years with approximately 13, 140 meals and God knows how many loads of laundry. 5am mornings, sleepless nights, dealing with tantrums, sacrificing your wants and needs, dealing with bad news. (Take note, may sakit ka pa nun ah.) You were a superwoman and I applaud you.

I love you, Mommy.
I know it wasn’t easy, but you’ve done so well. Happy mother’s day.

New.

Wow. I actually made a blog website. I have a Tumblr but I don't really consider it as blogs cause you only post pictures and stuff there and a lot of people are actually using it. Anyway, welcome to my blog, or should I say, Welcome to blogging, Cor. :)