December 2008
Epilogue.
2008 is ending in two hours. I find myself panicking, racking my brains for any realizations I might have had in the 364 days that passed.
I know I’ve had a few, I just can’t seem to remember them.
2008 was different. For one, I welcomed the year inside an airplane, somewhere above the Atlantic ocean (or Pacific, I’m not sure). I missed the December 31, having left Canada on...
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copycats:
“With or Without You” by Keane
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hunsonisgroovy:
hipstertracks: Keane - Walnut...
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I'm browsing for Chris Brown pictures in my...
So much for loving indie.
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Just so you know.
I have a habit of keeping newspaper articles I find inspiring.
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Merry Christmas.
I can’t believe it’s 2009 in a few days. This year went by too fast.
I need a smoke.
Happy holidays everyone.
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A prayer.
I went to mass earlier tonight. We got there twenty minutes before the mass started, and found ourselves a parking space five minutes away from the church. While walking, I saw the crowd forming outside. There were no seats left, atleast a hundred people stood outside, waiting for the service to begin. I looked at the people around me, everyone was well dressed, considering it was ten oclock in...
“Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do...”
– (via bitchville)
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Another list.
Because they’re addicting. Now, I’m writing radom facts about me, just because. Here goes.
I have a scar below my right eyebrow, just above my eye. I was four when I had an accident on Bun on the Run’s slide in Alabang. I don’t remember much, except for the stitches and the long ride to the hospital.
I don’t know how to cut my nails. Since I used to be a wild...
Blog rating.
Riiight.
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The Lunchbox Auction.
Actually, it ended a few days ago.
It’s cool that celebrities took time off their schedules to design lunchboxes for world hunger relief.
Liv Tyler’s sold for $375.
The Gossip Girl cast’s sold for $425.They could’ve been more creative if you ask me.
Eva Mendes’ design was sold for $150.
Yoko Ono’s sold for $1725.
See the rest of them here.
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Idle.
The past week was uneventful, give and take a few trips to the mall, and catching up with some friends over (window) shopping. I know how I’ve been wanting to get drunk for the longest time, but now that I can, given that it is the holidays, after all; I find myself just wanting to rest and enjoy the quiet.
For the first time in two months, I finally have the right to lounge around, sleep...
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What you want from me, I'm not sure.
But I long for you just the same.
I’m so cheesy, I should be shot.
Forgive me, I don’t remember feeling this way for so long. I’ve always been so guarded, so cautious. I refuse to fall in love, fearing I’d eventually fall out, and hurt more people along the way. I’m scared of risking what little feelings I have left. While being in love is a great high, the plummet...
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I want this.
Blame it on my appetite, Lord knows there are a gazillion crumbs between these keys.
I want this.
via.
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I want to make a list, so here's one.
I got new glasses yesterday. My eyes are more fucked than before (go figure). I literally see blurs without my contact lenses/glasses, it’s scary, like a horror flick.
I enjoy watching Jeopardy. It’s addicting.
I used to a wild nail biter. I say wild because it was, well, WILD. I almost had no nails. Yuck.
I remember people’s birthdays. It’s annoyingly freaky.
I...
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Tell me what happens when it stops.
Well, you can’t.
You won’t be around when I try to make sense of all this.
You won’t be here when I start from scratch.
I’ll be alone, and the whole world gets to watch.
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Where Are You Going? by DMB
I am no hero Oh,...
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reluctantbuddha:
sine-qua-non:
Jeff Buckley...
“Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t...”
– James Frey - A Million Little Pieces (via snowblind)
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Just so you know.
I am not shy. Everyone who I’ve ever been introduced to knows this, I am either too nice or too aloof, but never shy. It’s either I like you or I don’t.
No “I guess he’s alright,” , nothing like that, ever.
It’s always “I LOVE YOUR FRIEND, I can’t wait to talk to him again.” or “HOLY SHIT WHAT AN OVERBEARING JERK.”
I have...
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havent-got-a-prayer:
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shegoesbam:carlovely
further seems forever - bye...
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I’ve been having killer migraines for the past few days, thanks to two months worth of sleepless nights, countless cigarette breaks and vodka shots in between. It was a relatively exhausting term, almost two months of running around Manila, non stop writing, conceptualizing, & complaining. It was rough, but I managed to survive.
Oh yes, school is lethal. I don’t remember having...
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sine-qua-non:
reluctantbuddha:
kari-shma:
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Tech Romance by Her Space Holiday
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“I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose.”
– Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars
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Today was spent running around school, waiting for professors and smoking in between moments of truth (i.e., professors handing out pieces of paper with their verdict on your attempts to impress, get good grades, and get the hell out of college).
It was a busy day, as all course card distribution days usually are. There were hundreds of students walking and running around at the same time, all...
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deadshot:
sunlit-skies:
aja:
Postal Service -...
“You grieve at the level you loved.”
– Unknown (via overflowing) (via sunlit-skies)
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I remember how my Dad used to call me 'Brave'.
I was seven when I transferred to a big school. I remember not wanting to go, dreading weekday mornings for months. My dad would drive me to school whenever he had the chance, psyching me throughout the thirty minute car ride.
On the way to school one morning, I heard Annie Lennox’s No More I love Yous for the first time. I grew fond of the song, and my Dad noticed it. He then made it a...
Ok, so I'm off to school.
It’s course card day. ZOMG.
I’m so nervous. I want to pee and throw up at the same time. Ew.
Our professors can be heartless.
Wish me luck.
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I have a massive headache, it's seriously not...
I could murder my neighbor’s kid for crying so loud holy shit. I can’t even believe I’m hearing this, considering the distance and all.
Quit making babies if you can’t make them shut up in the middle of the fucking night people. Geez.
“We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One...”
– John Steinbeck. (via electriceye) (via thoughtsdetained)
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migueld:
copycats:
“Thriller” by Ben Gibbard
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“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most...”
– Sigmund Freud (via psychotherapy) (via jesuisjuli) (via isthisblood) (via daysofturmoil) (via snowblind)
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There's a fresh bottle of vodka under my bed.
I drove to a convenience store earlier today to get vodka and cigarettes.
I was determined to get drunk alone. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone. I don’t need a pity party, especially not today.
This is going to sound awful, but talking to my friends won’t help me, not this time.
Sobriety isn’t doing me well these days.
This, too, will pass. I’m sure...
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