your (abridged) friday and (highly incredibly extremely super greatly diluted) melancholy:
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the big picture today is 3 degrees celsius, with fleeting cold-caused headaches and 3-for-2 book offers. the big picture today is a mark of a year that has passed. from something to nothing. from struggle to acceptance. of delusion, of What If, of silence that gnaws at your insides, of fleeting lukewarm sparks of hope. from saving to surrendering. from moments to once-a-month. of I Cannot, of the irony of it all, of the great big contradiction of love and bitterness and pet names and everything else that comes in the shiny distracting alluring package of false tacky promise, of the fact that you have never read this part of the world wide web, ever.
cheers.
okay, i am really really decided this time. creative writing. and photography, somehow, hopefully already as an apprentice. please mr/ms professional. i will learn fast.
the decision of the former has been decided based on the residue of english literature that seeps from me as i write. it is doable, of course, and it is quite fun tearing literature apart to analyze it. but this once over-analytic mind knows the effects of such over-analytic-ness on her, and she really does not want to go back to it. complicates her life too much. let me be a kid.
today i found jon mcgregor's so many ways to begin. i stood in awe for a while, holding the book. a book i've been dying to read since i finished his first and found out about the second. it is without a doubt the first book i am going to buy once i have money. i will never forget the wonderful serendipity of finding jon mcgregor, how i scoured the A-Z Fiction shelves in Books Kinokuniya Singapore, how this book's cover caught my eye, how it was shelved wrongly but that didn't stop me from stumbling upon it.
how are you?
---the big picture today is 3 degrees celsius, with fleeting cold-caused headaches and 3-for-2 book offers. the big picture today is a mark of a year that has passed. from something to nothing. from struggle to acceptance. of delusion, of What If, of silence that gnaws at your insides, of fleeting lukewarm sparks of hope. from saving to surrendering. from moments to once-a-month. of I Cannot, of the irony of it all, of the great big contradiction of love and bitterness and pet names and everything else that comes in the shiny distracting alluring package of false tacky promise, of the fact that you have never read this part of the world wide web, ever.
cheers.
okay, i am really really decided this time. creative writing. and photography, somehow, hopefully already as an apprentice. please mr/ms professional. i will learn fast.
the decision of the former has been decided based on the residue of english literature that seeps from me as i write. it is doable, of course, and it is quite fun tearing literature apart to analyze it. but this once over-analytic mind knows the effects of such over-analytic-ness on her, and she really does not want to go back to it. complicates her life too much. let me be a kid.
today i found jon mcgregor's so many ways to begin. i stood in awe for a while, holding the book. a book i've been dying to read since i finished his first and found out about the second. it is without a doubt the first book i am going to buy once i have money. i will never forget the wonderful serendipity of finding jon mcgregor, how i scoured the A-Z Fiction shelves in Books Kinokuniya Singapore, how this book's cover caught my eye, how it was shelved wrongly but that didn't stop me from stumbling upon it.
how are you?
i'm fine! emo-er than ever :)))) thinking of Ms. *** and K**** and omg it's been a year huh huh huh? :"> fcuk. why we even thinking about this
ReplyDeletemwahahaha I commented =))
ReplyDeleteI MISS YOU! im not there to keep you warm wahhhhhhh hahaha :p ..my rose :(
ReplyDeletei didn't get to see you off coz nobody told me about it --blame joey
addieeee i cry*
you gotta post your creative writing class outputs here one day!
ReplyDeleteyou got into photography?? how? kala ko they were full.. haha
lorena- how is it my faulltttt!!!! i thought you knew when she was leaving! hahaha.
i meant those choices are for uni! hahah. i'm in, uh, not-uni pa lang. too lazy to explain. basta 2 years pa before i go to uni. hahah.
ReplyDeletehahahah, it's okay :) i didn't have a party thing anyway. i dont like holding parties. :P
ReplyDeletehahaha ikaw rin? :P let's have a virtual bitch-session, with ice cream. like on my wife and kids. haahahha
ReplyDeleteI love my wife and kids. The dad there is the bomb! I WANT A HUSBAND LIKE THAT =))
ReplyDeleteafter a month of having my wife and kids avaliable on tv almost every day, i have concluded that it gets pretty sickening. they do the same stuff and the jokes get pretty redundant.
ReplyDeletethat said, Friends OWN tv sitcom.