| tumbling |
[Jul. 21st, 2009|10:21 pm] |
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It's official. I have fallen in love with Tumblr.
http://whenstarsgowaltzing.tumblr.com
I love reblogging and following random people who post the prettiest images, share the wisest of words.
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| i try :) |
[Jul. 15th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
Can't wait for my orders:
The Passion by Jeanette Winterson
Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit by JW
AND THE BEST OF ALL:
HISTORY OF LOVE by Nicole Krauss.
Right now, I'm reading The God of Small Things. The book is a Very Lovely Surprise :) |
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[Jun. 9th, 2009|10:13 pm] |
Facebook, the modern-day hotbed of nostalgia, brought back these two forgotten class pics. Compare.
From age seven to sixteen, I was the class thumbellina! Geez. Anyway, I haven't seen the first picture in 18 years and am just amused. Even at seven, I was already a giggly kid. Hee.
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My best friend Mark and my highschool sis Jac are back in Manila! Last Saturday we already had the salubong dinner for Jac, and last night I just hung out inside Mark's room, just playing his PSP (which is now mine, woot!) and just listening to him go on and on about his Florida adventures. Really happy my two closest friends are here again! While Jac, Mark, Paz, and Shiela are videoke-ing their hearts out at this very moment, I'm stuck in front of the computer, meeting deadlines because the day after tomorrow I'm off to Cebu and Bohol with these people! Repeat of last year's out-of-town lakad, and I'm just giddy giddy.
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The other weekend: Paz's birthday slash The Grand Videoke Tourney where I realized that Tootsie Guevara's "Kaba" is my token/winning videoke song (score of 100 points for two videoke nights and counting), and welcoming Mindanao-Hipon Yas to Manila.
   
Happy days, happy days.
Oh wait, talk about happy: buying "The Handmaid's Tale" for P85 and "Short Shorts: Anthology of the Shortest Stories" for P65. Robinsons Forum FTW! |
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| weekend |
[May. 18th, 2009|08:26 am] |
Good Monday morning! It's going to be a looong week ahead; I have four major articles-2 for raket, 2 for the magazine-due this week. So, yes, here's to posting photos and stocking up on good vibes!
       
Spent my weekend with my HS barkada, college sisters, Cosmo team, and yes, Cosmo hunks!;) Had my fortune read, got lots of hugs, plus Armie and Rache told me I lost weight! Yay! :))
Now back to work :)) |
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| no chance, no way |
[May. 6th, 2009|04:06 pm] |
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What a lovely, lovely song. Beam and I just sang this here in the office with so much passion ♥ |
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| in the words of michael cunningham |
[Apr. 13th, 2009|08:36 pm] |
"There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know their hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more."
And this was me, last Holy Week:
"She will read one page. One more page, to calm and locate herself, then she'll get out of bed."
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[Mar. 25th, 2009|06:15 pm] |
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Outside, the city is blanketed in sepia. Like I'm looking at a '50s photo. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2009|12:15 pm] |
Sylvia Plath's son, Nicholas Plath Hughes, committed suicide. I remember him as this pudgy, fat-fingered baby in Sylvia's diaries. In her diary, Sylvia Plath recounted the birth, how perilous was it, how long it took for him to slide out of her womb. And now his death makes me feel sad in a way that I never thought I could be.
Nick And The Candlestick by Sylvia Plath
I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalactites
Drip and thicken, tears
The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs
Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.
Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,
Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish-
Christ! They are panes of ice,
A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinking
Its first communion out of my live toes.
The candle
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,
Its yellows hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo
Remembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean
In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.
Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses.
With soft rugs-
The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,
Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,
You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn. |
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| steady as forever |
[Mar. 22nd, 2009|07:50 pm] |
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yesterday, cosmo helped build a house :) the staff, friends from the office, staff's guests (mine was Analyn, my highschool girlfriend), and the readers volunteered for habitat for humanity. what a tiring and fulfilling saturday, i shoveled, hauled sacks of sand, bent steel, and filled hollow blocks with this mixture called grout.
anyhow, i've fallen more in love with my job after meeting our dear readers and supporters! sarap ng feeling. analyn, who even made friends with the readers so much so i didn't have to check up on her, said: "mas nakakagana kayo magtrabaho noh?" ♥
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last friday: 1am i was inside mercury drug for sunblock and when i was about to step out of the drugstore, i bumped into my childhood sweetheart, dean. "hi samantha," he said, and because i was anxious/flabbergasted/and oily and generally ngarag-looking, i could only yelp an "uy! hi!" and ran away from him asap. the story of our lives, it's been 13 years since our premature love affair, but why does he still have that effect on me?
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tonight, i'm revising my story for our finals. the heat isn't helping, all i want is to jump into the waters and swim, swim, swim until my skin goes heat-resistant and leathery.
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bracing myself for an insane week (school- and work-wise). one happy, get-me-through-this-stress thought: boracay next week! |
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| oh boy the wonders of facebook |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|10:11 pm] |
Whatever, hahaha.
Oh btw the Basti Artadi group I created in Facebook has now 33 members, haha! I was asking friends if I could invite Basti himself to the group, and they were all like: "Parang...no." Haha! |
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| cosmo march |
[Mar. 5th, 2009|05:07 pm] |
Cosmopolitan Philippines March issue. I wrote the cover story (my second!), yay!
Sorry for the super shameless plugging. Haha! |
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| this always happens |
[Feb. 25th, 2009|07:19 pm] |
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"Ako iyong nagwave sayo the other night. Malabo ba mata mo? Parang hindi mo ako nakilala e.. Nakakahiya naman so hindi na ako lumapit."
I wish I could wear my glasses but they're ugly and make me dizzy (and I'm still paying for them ugh!) and contact lenses freak me out. |
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| new journal! |
[Feb. 19th, 2009|06:05 pm] |
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Isn't she a beauty? Got it from Fully Booked. ♥ |
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| on vday |
[Feb. 9th, 2009|10:49 am] |
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*hopefullyhopefully*
I get to watch the Peter Cetera concert! ♥
"You're the meaning in my life...You're my inspiration..." ♥ |
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| friday, friday |
[Jan. 16th, 2009|08:14 pm] |
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Your Personality Is Like Heroin
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You're capable of the highest highs and the lowest lows.
Addicted to feeling good, you'll do almost anything to avoid pain.
People seek you out, even though you can be quite moody. They're hooked on you!
At your best: You are euphoric, stress free, and a little sleepy.
What people like about being around you: They're not exactly sure, but they can't get enough about you.
What people dislike about being around you: When you finally leave, they go some pretty serious withdrawal.
How addicted people get to you: Very... you're quite dangerous.
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Friday news: Subjected myself to an eyelash extension procedure and now my eyelashes are thiiiis long. And they're making me sleepy. |
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| tell the northern lights to keep shining |
[Jan. 14th, 2009|07:01 pm] |
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I'm looking forward to breakfast with Mel tomorrow at Cafe Mary Grace. It's going to be a challenge, waking up at six in the morning, but screw sleeping in; what better way to welcome the day than taking the hot chocolate-and-hugs-from-a-bestfriend combo?
Today: bought "Orlando" by Virginia Woolf and The Penguin Book of Russian Short Stories, gave in to my leche flan cravings, encountered a longganisa that's hard as a pebble, clocked in productive hours at the office, uploaded the mushiest 80s songs onto my iPod. (from "A Very Special Love" to "First Love Never Dies" to "Up Where We Belong"). Mushmush. I hereby declare 2009 as the year of the fuzzies.
Last Monday (or Tuesday?): learned how to use an eyelash curler--apparently all this time mali pagkakakagamit ko haha, burned my finger with the hair straightening apparatus, dreamt of ghosts, wrote a story..well, tried to.
Been listening to Tori Amos songs. n o n s t o p.
Talk about a disjointed post. How come I don't know how to blog anymore? I used to be good at this. |
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| quickie christmas post |
[Dec. 25th, 2008|02:10 pm] |
Have a starry Christmas, my dear LJ friends! ♥
May you have a joyful, meaningful, and extra blessed celebration :) |
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