tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40576402012-02-11T19:13:33.147+08:00RAZELibraryRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.comBlogger2501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-50883003424608137332012-02-10T21:55:00.000+08:002012-02-10T21:55:07.252+08:00Valentine's Day gift suggestionsIf I could choose
Freely in that great treasure-house
Anything from any shelf,
I would give you back yourself,
And power to discriminate
What you want and want it not too late,
Many fair days free from care
And heart to enjoy both foul and fair,
And myself, too, if I could find
Where it lay hidden and it proved kind.
—Edward Thomas (excerpt from And you, Helen)*
1. Self
2. Knowing what you Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-60939973407734246522012-01-31T03:00:00.000+08:002012-02-07T19:20:08.018+08:00Delighted to meet her
Grabbed Bridget Jones's Diary at a book sale
Bridget Jones writes in her diary what I won't dare write on my own: current weight, calorie intake, sexual encounters, humiliations and defeats; and in a manner I cannot even begin to master: straightforward and witty.
Chick lit is an unexplored (because avoided) territory for me. My impression of the genre is tied to whiny girls belaboring the Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-62972570682147432062012-01-21T02:37:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:14:54.257+08:00Friday south
My message went, 'I'll be waiting,' and attached was a photo of the calm evening in Westgate, Alabang. 'You're too early,' my friend replied.
Only I was willfully early and never waiting. With me was a book and a full pot of tea.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-33582380126478841532012-01-08T23:43:00.001+08:002012-01-19T11:06:06.787+08:00Technofear & technojoy
We had a good run, you and I
My record still holds: I've yet to buy my own cell phone. I said good-bye to that beautiful copper Palm Treo that had grown too old to use and hello to a new handset, again courtesy of my sister.
The gift did not come with a ribbon but a headache. Before I could fully use the phone:
1. I had to have it unlocked. I did and it cost me.
2. I had to have my SIM Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-23050978683589822862012-01-03T23:20:00.001+08:002012-01-04T00:51:40.425+08:00What is the best thing about writing?You can create and live in an ideal world, correct blunders and turn faults into constituents of perfection. And after having done all this, reality presents a rare surprise you were too dull to have imagined.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-7692662396096335612012-01-01T17:50:00.000+08:002012-01-01T22:49:59.274+08:0012 things at 20121. Someone began with an error. 2013. Although this always happens to me. When it's my birthday and people ask me how old I am, I tend to add another year to my actual age. (Care to psychologize?)
2. I spent the first few hours of 2012 watching Inception on cable TV. That's not entirely true, though. The first 45 minutes were spent watching fireworks. It may be burning money, but it's Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-65820410642811939752011-12-31T06:27:00.000+08:002011-12-31T23:37:13.886+08:00Dear ladies and jellyspoons,I imagined a long, compelling, touching yet dignified and in parts light-hearted speech about finally overhauling this blog after—1, 2, 3, 4, 5 [...] xx—months. But I lost the impulse.
So you do the imagining for now (of how that speech might have turned out) and I'll make it up to you by being more disciplined and kind in 2012.
New Year in a few hours. Cheers!Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-63048199083254045322011-12-17T20:59:00.002+08:002011-12-25T20:07:32.816+08:00A most peaceful restThis morning I went to one of the most peaceful, beautiful and pristine places in my dear Manila: the Manila American cemetery and memorial. The weather was particularly cooperative. No sun, no rain.
I love how the only sounds you'll hear while there are:
1. Bells
2. Birds
3. Leaves and grass
4. Aircraft
It rained when I left.
Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-13998263304912799022011-11-26T03:54:00.001+08:002012-01-04T00:54:56.600+08:00Life is shortunless you're:
1) in a bad marriage, I imagine.
2) the last to perform in your school piano recital.
3) stuck in an elevator with your boss.
4) along EDSA.
5) watching opera.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-53019465785734412192011-11-13T03:53:00.000+08:002012-01-04T04:15:42.037+08:00DefinedMy companion and I were talking about another person's life and, in trying to describe it, I came up with the word normal, knowing too well that that was not the right word.
As my companion began telling more about this person (married with children, lives in a nice house abroad, engages her passions—writing, travelling), the right word came up: I didn't mean normal, I meant ideal.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-17176384965934928772011-11-12T04:13:00.000+08:002012-01-04T04:21:10.847+08:00Guilty to deathYou know how it is when early in the morning every fiber of your being does not want to get out of bed even if it has to and you start dreaming about going to the bathroom brushing your teeth, taking a shower—or whatever morning routine you have—except you know for sure that you are actually doing those things until you wake up and realize it was all a dream?
That happened to me today. I had a Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-34585169781600873772011-09-24T23:39:00.000+08:002012-02-02T19:20:48.150+08:00Travelling booksEveryone knows that amazing feeling of finding treasures in book sales. But I'm recently delighted by the thought of how far some of these books travel. Surely they must have stories to tell.
From the Cottage Bookshop
San Rafael, California
From San Francisco to Frankfurt
(Picture shared by my friend PB)
(Delight aside, as with secondhand clothes, I doubt the cleanliness of secondhand booksRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-51415858443695004232011-09-15T00:42:00.003+08:002011-11-03T22:57:31.847+08:00What is one big mistake that you’ve made in your life, and what did you do to make it right?I've committed a lot of mistakes, some of them I've rectified, some I still work on and some other still, negligible.In my 28 years of existence, I have yet to commit one big mistake, partly because I barely experiment—a grave error I should correct.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-25527164624013827192011-08-18T04:31:00.000+08:002012-01-04T04:33:35.316+08:00Conversation of the yearTaxi driver: May gusto sana akong itanong sa inyo.
Me: (Thinks of escape tactics once he brings out his gun/knife, or whatever weapon of choice) Ano po 'yon?
Taxi driver: May kinakain ka bang special?
Me: (Okay, he will sell me exotic food...) Paano hong special? Kakaiba?
Taxi driver: Oo—pangpaganda. May kinakain ka bang pangpaganda?
Me: Ay, wala ho.
Taxi driver: Nagtataka kasi ako, bakit Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-6258030223160328342011-08-07T04:37:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:44:52.347+08:00Getting thereThe thing about playing the piano is you only enjoy it when in the process of getting it. By the time you're almost there, merely polishing, you're tired of it, you want to move on to a new piece. Learning that last difficult piece makes you excited about learning a more challenging one. The bitter-sweet thing about all this is you never really get there. You'll never master it. At least I don't.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-24813491071609740702011-07-12T04:50:00.000+08:002012-01-04T05:21:57.076+08:00Have the most funI've been listening to old episodes of Cabin Pressure. Here's a dialogue:
'I have always wanted to be an airline captain... ever since I was six.'
'Ah, and before that?'
'I wanted to be an aeroplane. [...] What did you want to be?'
'Oh, various things at different times. I studied medicine at a university.'
'You wanted to be a doctor?'
'Well, I wanted to be a medical student. They seem to Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-87066794572649125672011-06-09T02:36:00.003+08:002012-01-01T22:52:12.009+08:00Why the airport is one of my favorite places in the world1. The thought of travel
2. A good place to read
3. Planes are cool
4. Planes taking off
5. Planes landing
6. Order
7. Rules are observed
8. Delays and accidents are the exceptions to the norm, not the norm
9. The thought of homeRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-36056149007655492962011-05-30T00:15:00.003+08:002011-11-11T02:25:28.707+08:00Outside the framesThe danger about believing in art is believing only in art. It is fatal to forget that the way of art is to take a piece of life and show it to you for the first time, or in ways you have not yet seen it and therefore as if for the first time. Whether effecting comfort or disturbance, we wholly welcome the best of art's re/presentations. But outside the frames of a photograph, the length of Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-57429267177991082482011-05-26T23:55:00.003+08:002011-05-27T00:16:39.324+08:00Response to an apologyWhat are you sorry for? I need to know what I am to forgive. Do you apologize for what you said because you weren't thinking rationally and those words—in careful re-consideration—now fail the test of truth, or because you said them when the polite deed is either to have lied or been quiet?Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-10546131120643563432011-05-23T21:04:00.005+08:002011-05-24T01:28:30.778+08:00Three responses1.I've read enough books and lived enough life to figure why adults constantly write fairy tales. Whatever satisfaction and beauty they encounter in reality, no affair will ever end their longing for perfection (term for things my way).I wanted things a certain way with us though I can only change so much and I sadly cannot change you. But you allow me a conversation, an afternoon, a full Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-82081191354489925082011-05-21T23:58:00.000+08:002012-02-02T19:20:48.163+08:00Always a romantic case for the printed bookNot that I believe it'll ever be extinct, but—
Book: Tales for a Rainy Night
Those curious, handwritten marginalia, those markers that have little to do with leading us to a specific page or passage in the book, but to revive a memory.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-73285010489618276432011-05-01T05:28:00.000+08:002011-12-31T19:01:11.250+08:00Sit back, relax, watch a Shakespeare playgo from theatre to film and back into theatre.
King of the fairies, Oberon and his servant Puck, thanks to the latter’s carelessness, found themselves in the set of Max Reinhardt’s film adaptation of A Midsummer Night’s Dream in 1934. Them being the real characters from the Shakespeare comedy, the two were instantly cast as themselves and had no trouble easing into the movie star lifestyle.
Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-40896558888837658382011-04-03T18:58:00.005+08:002011-11-11T02:33:52.162+08:00Ask againWhat do you want in a man? A question I never took seriously, because which man would seriously take note? Gentle but knows when to be tough, handsome, of course—I resort to generalities like these.
But if you would kindly so ask again.
1. Neat, wide smile.
2. A bit traditional. Brings flowers, holds the door, pulls the chair.
3. A bit adventurous. Would be confident in getting lost. Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-16525200613874984262011-04-01T05:32:00.000+08:002012-01-01T22:55:58.533+08:00More fine than madDIANA: I don’t feel like myself. I mean, I don’t feel anything.
DR. MADDEN: Hmm. Patient stable.
Next to Normal poster
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Atlantis Productions recently ended a three-week run of Next to Normal directed by Bobby Garcia, starring the veteran Menchu Lauchengco-Yulo and rock star Jett Pangan. Though visiting a psychiatrist is not commonly practised in the Philippines, it is fitting to say thatRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-29022673718502273162011-03-21T20:23:00.000+08:002012-01-01T23:08:19.596+08:00Magpatao-hay
Cat in Magpatao-hay (relax, take it easy) Eatery
San Joaquin, Iloilo City
I just arrived home from Iloilo and already I'm thinking of going back.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-15452208492361273282011-02-26T05:36:00.000+08:002012-02-02T19:20:48.145+08:00Painlessly instructed: Notes on ‘The Consolations of Philosophy’“Our experiences and beliefs are liable frequently to be dismissed with a quizzical, slightly alarmed, ‘Really? How weird!’, accompanied by a raised eyebrow, amounting in a small way to a denial of our legitimacy and humanity,” writes Alain de Botton in his book, The Consolations of Philosophy. He then, in commiseration, talks about Montaigne, who, by learning the beliefs and behaviors of peopleRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-9616234076073870472010-12-01T05:42:00.000+08:002012-01-04T09:40:00.025+08:00Applause for the clowns
We who go forth of nights and see without the slightest discomposure our sister and our wife seized on by a strange man and subjected to violent embraces and canterings round a small-sized apartment – the only apparent excuse for such treatment being that it is done to the sound of music – can scarcely realize the horror which greeted the introduction of this wicked dance.
—In an article in Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-63157632516341583332010-11-16T05:45:00.000+08:002011-12-31T19:05:43.693+08:00Discussion: The Maguindanao Massacre — Is it writable?Once on my way home from work, I passed by a stray dog—furless skin and bones, fresh wounds and scabs all over. I quickly turned, it was difficult to look.
What caught my attention was something I couldn’t stand seeing. Yet oddly enough I felt the need to document the instance. As with anything striking, I wanted to commit it to memory, believing I could someday retrieve it to make sense of Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-90109363482166552652010-10-21T05:50:00.000+08:002011-12-31T19:07:19.302+08:00Our dreams of Xanadu
Atlantis Productions' Xanadu
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Put up a roller disco, love someone and create art—said in one breath, you’ll dismiss the thought as silly; but who has not, at least once in their life, taken a silly thought seriously?
Artist Sonny Malone, extremely dissatisfied with his chalk mural in Los Angeles, decides to commit suicide. Upon seeing him, the Greek muse Clio talks her sisters into Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-87587348009042190482010-09-26T01:57:00.007+08:002011-09-09T02:26:06.915+08:00CleaningLocks and keys without their matchThe beautiful love letters written to the wrong personInsectsHalf-used notebooks, notebooks barely used; unread books, books that will never be readRainI am very messy now.This will never end.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-25194918734826550172010-09-22T05:56:00.000+08:002011-12-31T06:04:57.841+08:00‘Cats’: On screen, on stage, in ManilaThat a cat is not a dog* is not the moral of the musical, Cats. It has no moral, neither does it have a compelling, let alone cohesive plot. Why then has it been running for almost thirty years in different countries and, just recently, found its way in Manila? Because it’s clear about its intention and executes it very well: dazzle.
I bought the Cats DVD in 2008 knowing nothing about it except Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-91806352387941387732010-03-31T21:05:00.012+08:002012-01-04T02:28:04.467+08:00Breakfastis my favorite meal of the day.
Because I love mornings and I love eating and
*
Dawn and dusk are times for thinking and clearing the mind of thought. Sometimes I feel like I can solve the world's problems while seeing the sky goldened by the sun. (Sometimes I want my mind shut tight by night.)
*
When it's a good day,
Cafe Mary Grace
*
Reading the newspaper won't drag the day down. So Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-48750486082859267322010-03-28T19:16:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:55:06.025+08:00Love-handlingAll I hold dear, I hold as fragile—with such light hand that they slip and sometimes break.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-50676714977606017682010-03-27T19:15:00.000+08:002010-04-27T19:40:53.997+08:00An ageless agitationI procrastinate by excessive sorting and editing. Nothing will ever be in its proper place.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-11286306537550715742010-02-15T19:13:00.001+08:002011-11-11T03:07:59.763+08:00The difficulty in How are you?1. You are to report on the asker's expectations of you.
2. You have higher standards for yourself, you cannot simply be okay and fine.
3. You take the question seriously, because you take the asker seriously.
Other than the problem of being true to yourself, there is the anxiety about not knowing who you are. But there is still this one: changing.
The best of friends are those who, withoutRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-14868465350089000262010-02-14T18:17:00.004+08:002011-11-11T04:28:14.894+08:00On growing oldThe newest member of our department is 21 years old. I'll turn 27 next month. What makes me feel old is the fact that I have yet to accomplish what I vowed to do before my silver anniversary. I'm two years late for the my targets.
Maybe it is a common feeling among those in their 20s. There is not a need, but a burden to conquer, if not save the world.
Actress Irma Adlawan says good breaks Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-64587316642491480532010-01-25T22:41:00.005+08:002011-11-11T22:32:08.574+08:00The ideal lover: the denominator?Seeing through you and with what he sees acts around and treats you accordingly.
A passion to build, but a passion tempered by discipline, intelligence and practical wisdom.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-89319526729987938032010-01-23T21:58:00.017+08:002012-01-04T09:08:34.250+08:00Ideal dateIt was my idea. I haven't seen an opera before and I really wanted to wear a gown.
It was unbelievably boring. Poor Dennis, but poorer me for feeling boredom and guilt for three hours.
Caught up with familiar faces after the show. The night kept getting worse. The fake talk and laughter lasted until two in the morning. They wouldn't let go of us. We were naturally charming.
The drive Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-20317934464463783022010-01-21T19:56:00.012+08:002011-11-11T05:02:57.252+08:00CultureYes a love-hate relationship with my work. This time on why I love it: because I learn from what I hate about it.
Not everything can be covered in law. There are times when you have to make judgments outside the written code. And that is what defines culture. It is how people decide and act when there are no guidelines that chastise or reward the action and decision. That makes culture the Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-36277841672920448162010-01-03T20:55:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:55:06.013+08:00ResolutionMine is the most calculating love.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-74067770909073942062009-12-29T20:01:00.019+08:002012-01-01T23:09:04.497+08:00The thing itselfWhat I love most about vacations is the travel time. 2009 opens with a visit to Corregidor and closes with a sojourn to Ilocos. In between, swimming lessons, piano recitals, LASIK surgery and Philippine tragedies. Still in between, a challenge to be more critical and an encouragement to be more hopeful. And always, there are the people who make things worth it, if not interesting.
I am Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-24374726234468926392009-07-01T19:37:00.006+08:002012-01-25T19:55:06.005+08:00On not having a child1. I am not capable of unconditional love.
2. A child is a hindrance to the pleasures I currently and wish to continually enjoy.
3. Sure life has its moments of brilliance, ecstasy and meaningfulness. Against extensive mediocrity, struggle and misunderstandings. Is the bargain worth it? Would I be truly giving the gift of life to a child? If I were an alien and was given the opportunity toRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-16292081223864963972008-10-19T10:49:00.000+08:002011-11-16T01:15:58.065+08:00A literal weatherAfter dinner at Tokyo Tokyo, People Support, we crossed the street going to RCBC, 30 minutes early for Master Class, so we'd still have time to freshen up and look at the playbill and other stuff they sell.
Ava mentioned good thing it wasn't raining, we had no umbrella. I said I wasn't worried, I knew the weather. Trend is, at the start of the week, there's heavy rain, then by Wednesday Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-49970392475747117362008-08-29T22:03:00.017+08:002011-11-17T21:01:36.029+08:00Career fearThere is nothing more frustrating than a good concept gone bad. There is no worse failure than a rich idea half-realized.
A couple of officemates raved about 'Stranger than Fiction'. One of them was eager enough to lend me her DVD of the film.
I started to smile when Harold Crick started to hear the voice of Karen Eiffel. I was thrilled when, after getting no help from a psychologist, Harold Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-87349961918145848432008-08-23T23:57:00.002+08:002011-11-11T22:32:08.580+08:00Answer: Alam mo yung parang ang dami mong ginagawa pero walang nangyayari?Question: Kumusta ka na?Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-66469366923412818802008-06-14T23:51:00.001+08:002011-11-17T02:18:12.081+08:00(My) Friendship rules1. Be punctual. Commitment is requisite. Once you've set an appointment with me, don't crush my heart by cancelling it at the last minute (or the last two hours) for another appointment set by your other friend.
When we are to watch a show—especially a play, never dare ask, 'Is it gonna start on time?' It is supposed to start on time. We may be in the Philippines, but you will not make Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-18301616293957153862008-05-12T14:24:00.003+08:002008-06-08T14:38:42.038+08:00Acts of intimacy1. Playing a song for someone2. Letting them read your earliest drafts of poetry3. Sharing breakfast4. Lending your book and not claiming it backRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-50141323901523893952008-04-19T22:18:00.003+08:002012-01-04T09:41:35.707+08:00Sexy 2Extreme selfishness for books.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-69935166609867595952008-04-18T22:37:00.002+08:002011-11-17T02:18:12.090+08:00Difficulties like friendshipIt starts, because you two have something in common. Say a dish, or a philosophy on eating a dish. Maybe you both like girls. Or boys and girls. Or you both care about none of those love and sex stuff. A passion for syntax, torn between lauding and crucifying your boss. You like each other until. Until one gets out of the common ground. Say one found the right love and sex stuff. Shown Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-30381518310460613692008-04-11T22:37:00.000+08:002011-11-16T01:42:45.974+08:00Sexy 1The kindness that wasn't expected of you.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-70403817215564442942008-03-21T11:07:00.003+08:002011-11-16T01:44:03.952+08:00Which is farthest from the factSad certainties like this inevitable fact: That in the future, there will be several instances wherein my ego will be hurt.
You deal with a most horrendous tragedy and you think yourself immune from later bruises.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-72157767414611530262008-01-06T13:22:00.000+08:002011-12-29T01:26:35.327+08:00Lesson no. 63917 in lifeDo not delete an acquaintance's number and if by any means it was removed from your phone book, retrieve immediately. This acquaintance might seek you in the future and need your company; while you, clueless of the name behind the number will ask: Who u? And the bond that might have been will remain a might-have-been and a might-have-been forever.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-72946058032157670352008-01-05T13:15:00.001+08:002009-12-13T22:11:08.635+08:00Friends,Let us stay away from each other's works, literary or otherwise.Let us shy away from intelligent discernment of one another's choices of lovers.Do not and I will not comment on matters of family, yours and mine.Let our conversations remain on the level of ideas and the ideals.Let us always be sensitive of each others' insecurities.Let us be the best of friends and give our best lies of each otherRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-37042898931204986622007-12-09T18:22:00.002+08:002011-12-29T01:35:25.681+08:00Do I believe in God?Sometimes. Sometimes I fall in love and find it as real as the umbrella I'm holding against the rain. Sometimes all that for me is perfected chimera.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-17271654462249431682007-11-15T02:45:00.000+08:002007-11-15T02:46:44.789+08:00Hindi ako galitAyaw ko lang nang sinasabihan akong mali.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-37849869063971713902007-11-01T22:21:00.000+08:002012-01-09T11:30:12.118+08:00Somewhere in the otherRooms
Charlotte Mew
I remember the rooms that have had their part
In the steady slowing down of the heart.
The room in Paris, the room at Geneva,
The little damp room with the seaweed smell,
And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide—
Rooms where for good or ill—things died.
But there is the room where we two lie dead,
Though every morning we seem to wake and might just as well seem to sleepRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-49005088428339589692007-10-06T23:51:00.001+08:002011-12-29T01:48:45.701+08:00EntertainmentWhat I look forward to on Fridays is sleeping with total disregard for what time I should wake up. I would sleep till 2 in the Saturday afternoon. Not this Saturday—
—Had to catch the 2 pm screening of El Sueno de una noche de San Juan at Greenbelt. It was worth it. I would recommend it to friends, but the movie has no other screening schedule.
I had no intentions watching another film, butRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-82880595929407342702007-09-08T20:52:00.001+08:002011-12-29T01:56:04.548+08:00Blistering at the head of SeptemberI had a bad August. Which is my way of completely ignoring the delectable things I had, because they'd somehow fallen to the ease of habit.
The life thus went: late night meals at Sinangag Express with my brother, online chats with K, watching entire seasons of Heroes, The Office and Arrested Development, shopping, saving, keeping secrets and sharing them.
I began dancing again and did it Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-5129150518357674032007-08-04T20:08:00.001+08:002011-04-03T02:48:01.817+08:00You give me the pleasure of having an audience, Part 4I love you. I told you many variations of that statement to convince you of its reality. Each variant was to impress you. Because I wanted to get you.And then my fear of words. I love you, I said, hence I had to love you, and did.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-56473420612182334492007-08-03T20:08:00.000+08:002007-08-06T21:03:36.350+08:00You give me the pleasure of having an audience, Part 3My need to talk about you; my pedestrian desire to say what I cannot tell you.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-33025178779598341492007-08-02T20:08:00.000+08:002011-12-29T01:58:43.184+08:00You give me the pleasure of having an audience, Part 2Am I ready to tell your story? Am I ready to tell my story that revolves around you?
I try to understand you. I try to understand this moment and the moments revolving around it and I end up telling a story.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-65950498666353399622007-08-01T20:08:00.000+08:002011-12-29T02:02:09.499+08:00You give me the pleasure of having an audience, Part 1July eighteen, the week is brilliant and imperfect.
It started as K stopped writing me—no, she didn't stop, only she wasn't responding promptly.
This time I'm not waiting—as well as for Friday, among other things, to come.
Each day has been long, but not without a good rest. Right to say each day is complete.
I've reached that point where one completely loses trust in the universe. Every Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-38293380356254389232007-07-04T23:59:00.000+08:002012-01-04T09:15:31.704+08:00It's not our time yet to save the worldG: Iyak ako nang iyak kagabi. Nagsisink-in kasi na parang walang patutunguhan yung buhay ko.
Me: Bata pa tayo, G. Wala pa talaga dapat patunguhan buhay natin.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-45867609447345686612007-06-25T18:58:00.000+08:002007-07-07T00:06:45.976+08:00Quote of the dayYour name sounds like a snack.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-35817146504552034162007-06-24T03:24:00.001+08:002012-01-04T09:41:17.229+08:00Spinach (or 2 promotions)
The discovery of a new dish confers more happiness on humanity, than the discovery of a new star.
—Brillat-Savarin, The Physiology Of Taste
Just came from Fete de la Musique in Malate. I only went there because my brother was playing; but like any trip (long or short) I make, the universe and I seem to elicit sweetness from it.
First, I discovered the band, Eternal Now, which reminded of Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-47961537502566428192007-06-22T12:59:00.001+08:002012-01-04T09:09:10.994+08:00Third personDinner with Dennis for the second time. Coming out of the ladies' room, I had the urge to admire him with the distance. He glanced at the girl across our table. Dennis and I—now both unaware of time—had our sight fixed on breathing objects. I would not have been jealous had the girl looked back at him with intention. She remained stolid; her attention absolute to her book.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-71279735363846312422007-06-17T17:10:00.000+08:002007-06-17T18:25:17.860+08:00God's unsents, 24Starlights die across human sight as secrets die between your breath and mine.5Born from a rumor of senses, my truth will never get past your skin.6I am not a writer. I hurt reading a world that cannot read itself.7The word is, in the end, mortal.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-21605461422280303202007-06-08T23:55:00.000+08:002007-06-13T01:16:22.160+08:00Dedication fantasiesA person has reached my heart as I start writing dedications to him in my imagination and it's not Christmas and it's no one's birthday.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-75079331464361127132007-06-07T23:56:00.000+08:002011-12-31T00:43:10.565+08:00Accident's accuracyThe morning's tough. Waking up at 5:30 AM from a 3-hour sleep, waiting in line for 2 hours at the SSS, going back home to prepare to go to work, then commuting to work is exhausting as expected. A brief pause will make the 8-hour office routine manageable.
A mango tea shake is pause enough.
I drop by the nearest coffee house an hour before the call-in time. I look around for the best chair, Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-33995089492598337432007-06-05T00:41:00.000+08:002007-06-12T23:54:40.237+08:00God's unsents, 11You pray for one person's safety with the very reason why another person's praying for yours.2Rest in knowing you are forever alone bearing troubles no one will ever understand or know.3Secrets outlast starlights.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-42399808885318267052007-05-20T18:42:00.000+08:002012-02-02T19:20:48.159+08:00Age-approriateFor roughly 2 months, I broke off my read-and-write-in-the-late-morning-till-after-lunch-hour-while-having-brunch routine and started it again this week.
The incredible feeling, I guess, owes to the admission that there will constantly be fact-of-life requirements I have to deal with simultaneously as I dream walking. Someday I'll have to switch jobs again, get a driver's license, renew a Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-13127551261808883132007-05-01T23:00:00.000+08:002011-12-31T01:02:18.523+08:00May beMaking sure my huge net is strong and secure before performing my trapeze act:
1) Find steady source of income; waste away in disco-dreaming;
2) Keep sense of selfhood intact; love the unfit;
3) Memorize grammar; massacre meaning;
4) Forge friendships; keep to self.
I cannot settle in being the person I am. There is something to chase beyond what's manifest.
That which truly discomforts me: Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-91344079702174025652007-04-28T01:11:00.000+08:002012-01-01T23:15:18.511+08:00This person's VisualDNA™ Read my VisualDNA™ | Get your own VisualDNA™Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-25563353087224468882007-04-07T19:09:00.001+08:002012-01-09T11:55:16.724+08:00Mild devastationThat Will to Divest
Kay Ryan
Action creates
a taste for itself.
Meaning: once
you've swept
the shelves
of spoons
and plates
you kept
for guests,
it gets harder
not to also
simplify the larder,
not to dismiss
rooms, not to
divest yourself
of all the chairs
but one, not
to test what
singleness can bear,
once you've begun.Made some more cleaning today. It hurt my head and body. Reaching the top Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-32733235313137590772007-04-06T20:19:00.001+08:002011-12-31T01:37:58.672+08:00My playing is my praying*1.
Afternoon, I was watching my friend, Heizel, on ABC 5's reality show, "Ang Pagbabalik". But I'm not going to talk about Heizel (my friends and I will talk about her and the show when we meet, hehe).
The show was basically a retreat recorded for public consumption this lent. Watching, I was imagining my self there with a different group of people. I always enjoyed having retreats in high Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-12806801285614446962007-04-04T22:45:00.001+08:002011-12-31T01:37:12.708+08:00You don't know meWhenever I hear someone say that—in defense, I think, Well of course I don't!
I am never one to claim I know a person. Or say, Ah, si ano, hindi niya gagawin 'yon, kilala ko 'yon, e... I am always ready to be surprised by people both in a good and bad way.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-47389652099091921572007-04-03T20:26:00.000+08:002012-01-09T11:36:24.679+08:00Word. A silence charged with sweetness*The moon has been terribly violent these nights. It wakes me up at 3 in the morning. Pulling down the curtain doesn't do any good, because my curtain's too thin—you know how hot it is in the Philippines.
In other news, I am completely immersed in Seamus Heaney's book, Death of a Naturalist.
The Play Way
Seamus Heaney
Sunlight pillars through glass, probes each desk
For milk-tops, drinking Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-72188140886690254002007-04-02T15:58:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:55:06.035+08:00Fourteen/twenty-four: Still, foolJust saw The Virgin Suicides (thanks, Jen, for the gift DVD).
At the beginning, I envied Lux for being the elusive object of Trip's desire. Trip, who was every girl's fantasy. After the Lisbon sisters' suicides, he, already an adult, was interviewed and said his love for Lux was the real thing.
When I was in high school, my goals consisted of writing a graphic novel, find the nearest Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-5317820450991866252007-04-01T22:18:00.002+08:002011-12-31T01:49:26.289+08:00April fool's smileThere, I've done it. I mean, here, I've done it.
Due to my OC-ness, I'd been itching to alter, make more functional this blog's template. And for the longest time, I badly desired to have the codes cleaned. Now I can breathe. Now my chest is light.
As you can see, people change, but not really. I moved to a different house, but virtually retained all the furniture. I would've gone for a Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-76138961172301535872007-03-29T00:26:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:55:06.042+08:00TestamentDo not mistake me for an angel. I am a human animal that cannot love you unconditionally. But accept the blessing: It is not in my nature to be child-like and sweet, to be selfless and this vulnerable. I will, till death, love you excessively.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-43552768679352039562007-03-20T19:53:00.002+08:002012-01-01T19:55:05.041+08:00Cumulative weatherOr A life of almosts.
Afternoon, I dropped by the university to pick up my transcript of records. I hated doing that. I hated getting report cards, course cards, anything that has grade—my grade in it. Not in fear of failure in the zero-point-zero sense, but in failure of making the cut in terms of excellence.
I started out college with the awesome feeling of taking the right course: of Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1164441010471381322007-03-08T22:48:00.000+08:002007-04-02T00:23:59.423+08:00This is a subtly lovely day for where the reason is not at all referred to and not at the very least hinted at in this slew of wordsI believe in the things I say. I have so much faith in my syntax that I only declare my most intimate claims to a maximum of thrice a lifetime. If from my lips you hear more than three times a sentence I just uttered, then I'm not taking you seriously; I may find you of below-average perception, or my principles/personal style is malfunctioning.It's in my system, too: polishing and rehearsing Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1171134001952345092007-02-11T02:36:00.001+08:002011-11-11T22:43:57.349+08:00Do Not Disturb: Lady FantasizingSinangag. Longganisa. Tocino. Tapa. Nilagang baka. Kaldereta. Mais. Crab and corn soup. Cup noodles. Kit Kat. Tourist. Tofi Luk. Hello Panda. Curly Tops. Bangus. Danggit. Mahi-mahi. Aratiles. Tuna melt. Chalk. Fishball. Kamikaze. Cappuccino. Latte. Bacardi. Pale Pilsen. Egg. Banana. Kare-kare. Vcut. Kesong puti. Mushroom. Blazing burger. Afritada. Sky Flakes. Cowhead. Mrs. Fields. Macadamia. Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1170499994340153122007-02-01T18:33:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:55:05.998+08:00Valentine, without the sugarTo live whether or not s/he requites the love is not my tougher task in loving, but being awake all night and disrupted all day, hurt for their wound.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1170496935308026562007-01-31T17:55:00.000+08:002007-02-03T18:02:15.330+08:00Oh SevenSir R: ...Hope all is well on your end--love, career, thesis, poetry...Me: ...funny you mention that. If I had to grade my performance in those aspects, I'd have a poor, and therefore improvable average of 1.5.Sir R: Given the state of the world and the nature of human existence, 1.5 is not bad at all. I'd give myself a 1.5 as well!And then the mention of the word, desire.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1170495218144250832007-01-31T16:55:00.002+08:002011-04-03T21:47:49.927+08:002006, Best of, Part 2Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1168788223220547452007-01-31T15:55:00.000+08:002007-02-11T03:08:07.213+08:002006, Best Of, Part 1Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1166717825273722812006-12-22T00:10:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:55:05.988+08:00How and why on earth do I love thee?The truth is not always logical and what's logical's not always the truth.
Inaderwurds: Shut up! and just let me.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1166111350888780882006-12-15T15:48:00.000+08:002006-12-16T21:51:58.266+08:00ResAnd then comes the moment when you're doing something for so long the made purpose of the course is to prove a point you've drawn before only in theory.My stay here at the office has been all I needed it to be: a money-making gig. But I won't deny its queer gifts. An object of my affection and desire, and therefore my literature, and the precise affirmation of the concept itself: Life sucks, Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1165990848872348322006-12-13T14:20:00.000+08:002007-03-28T23:28:22.654+08:00Try and try, then try again, and for the last time tryThen move on.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1163856752145017202006-11-18T21:23:00.000+08:002012-01-09T11:54:49.808+08:00StatesThe Riddle Song
I gave my love a cherry that had no stone.
I gave my love a chicken that had no bone.
I told my love a story that had no end.
I gave my love a baby with no crying.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a story that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no crying?
A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stoneRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1163856100427863842006-11-13T20:54:00.000+08:002006-11-18T21:21:40.453+08:00Yeah, Let's DisconnectAt the walkway, going to work from lunch, I heard my name called, "Razel?"I was curious too about the person who called me. He was a friend from college.He's chubby, unlike before. Not usually too conscious of my appearance, I wondered, did I change too in his eyes? How? She got slimmer? She got prettier? She's pretty, but she looks somber. There was a certain energy about her before.AfterRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1162291827089212302006-10-31T18:50:00.000+08:002006-11-01T21:02:22.683+08:00The Rest Of OctoberAnd how it went--"Gusto ko, kapag kinuwento ko sa iyo, kuwento na lang siya."*Before, I benefit from/in thought that trust is a singular affair.Now, the lesson is to trust in trusting people.The point where both our facts meet, that they fit, is truth.*This must be friendship when the silence and distance you communicateelicit not coldness.*Commitment to the moment may be the closest I can get toRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1161332395579160862006-10-20T16:19:00.000+08:002006-10-21T01:54:24.886+08:00Half Of OctoberAnd where it went, I refuse to accept.Probably because what went with time, I know I cannot retrieve, exactly as time.Or I cannot hurry whatever I assume, pray will still return.*Given our changes are still us, where are those who've changed withus?, through us?*Amazing how time passes swiftly along with waiting. And hurt does nothurt enough.Yet almost crazily I obsess with beginnings and endingsRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1159354804772807872006-09-27T19:00:00.000+08:002006-09-30T21:04:16.990+08:00Take Tuesday Off The CalendarIf you could take away a day from the week, what day would it be?I heard this question in a radio talk show a couple of nights ago. And I answered it in my head.I cannot take away Monday. It's "Manic Monday." It's when one is either excited/hopeful in starting the week, and in some ways, a new life or highly frustrated for again starting yet another unremarkable seven days.Wednesday, I cannot Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1153128070490734202006-09-24T01:30:00.000+08:002011-11-04T22:06:44.584+08:00The Weather: "You Don't Have To Name It"1.
"You want God to laugh? Tell him about your plans." --Amores Perros
2.
I just had a great Saturday with my brother. We went to Brittany Bay, ate burger for lunch, had coffee, then on the way home, while drizzling, I vomited on the street the liters of water I drank at the cafe.
At home, we watched, "Amores Perres," a film that reminded me of Sannrise--which reminded me that "hope is Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1157959596715239132006-09-11T15:26:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:55:05.961+08:00I'm not good enough for this very common world1. I cannot endure how something must be given up for something.
2. How my human wishes are being disapproved.
3. I cannot purely give.
4. Love is killing me, and without it, it's killing me all the same
and more. The way he and his absence torment me.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1155388535512457612006-08-12T20:42:00.000+08:002007-03-05T16:43:23.477+08:00Love, LetterOn your last week at the office, when you told me you were leaving, I prepared my self to forget about you.To let go all hopes of knowing at least a quarter of your mind, acquiring your most trivial affection.You were right in saying, "Lilipas din 'yan," whatever infatuation--strong or obsessive--I had with you. And so I thought it would take only a bit of effort to work the next week, be in the Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1153415339342816972006-07-21T00:35:00.000+08:002012-01-25T19:55:05.949+08:00A conversation, another theoryK: Ang lakas talaga ng fighting spirit mo, no? Paano kung sabihin sa 'yo na, 'Sorry, no, hindi puwede. Cannot be. Borrow 1 from 3.'?
Me: I'm not a goddess. I'm always aware of that. I know, by this society's standards, I'm pretty. I know I'm smart. I'm kind. And funny too. But that's all. I also know those qualities aren't guarantees against rejection.Razelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057640.post-1151820004192937602006-07-02T13:37:00.000+08:002006-07-02T14:24:57.643+08:00Sabi Ko Sa Sarili KoWorst is to assume you've known a person completely. You can only best learn a way of dealing with someone. And changes too abrupt. Primary to discover your self, your desires; check your defenses.It's very easy to love someone so beautifully ordinary, because you can create all the myth you want of her and marvel at the humanness of her. Because once someone is so seemingly perfect, you feelRazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07512286673097828130noreply@blogger.com0