Since I know you're getting bored with me & I can never, ever compare to her.
09 October 2008
14 July 2008
Please to be reading--
-- my Manila Bulletin article. It came out today. It's in the Youth & Campus section, at the last page, haha. Don't mind my uber huge forehead in the accompanying picture.
It's a pretty sight, my name in newsprint. :)
I R LD.
Laid-back Doer (LD)
(Just visiting? Take the free personality test and determine your iPersonic type!)Laid-back Doers are friendly, happy persons. They enjoy being together with other people. Smart, eloquent, witty and charming, they like to be the centre of attraction. They do not like to be alone. Their zest for life ensures that others feel well in their company and that they quickly get to know people. Laid-back Doers get the best out of every moment - many people of this type have a gift for making their whole life one big party. Boredom is unknown in their presence because they are very good at carrying others away with their enthusiasm, their good mood and their optimism.
Abstract thinking and profound philosophising about the meaning of life appeal less to Laid-back Doers. They are pragmatic, realistic and live completely in the here and now. At work too, they prefer it when it’s all go and they can act out their purposeful manner to the full. They have no problem handling several tasks at once and they blossom out in crisis situations! A varied field of activity with a lot of social contacts is just the right thing for them. One will also seldom find them inactive in their spare time; due to their open, curious nature, they mostly have many hobbies and interests. They are not afraid of the unknown: as they are flexible and creative, they quickly adjust to new situations and make the best of them. They sometimes come into conflict with strict rules or hierarchies by which they quickly feel constrained and against which they rebel.
As friends, Laid-back Doers are generous, helpful persons who attach great importance to harmonious relationships and a good atmosphere. Their sociable manner means that they have a large circle of friends and they love having the house full of many different types of guests. They are happy to give in to their spontaneous moods and fancies in the just one or two important things. This makes them appear somewhat unpredictable to those with a quieter nature. When it really matters, you can rely on them one hundred percent. As partners, they are creative, impetuous and imaginative - as long as their partner knows how to fascinate them. They can hardly stand boredom or routine in a relationship. They do not like conflicts at all; if a relationship becomes too strenuous or involves too much effort, they tend to withdraw from the partnership and start to look for a new partner. However, if one manages to keep their curiosity alive in the long term and surprise them again and again, one has a loyal and loving partner.
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going out, dancing, parties, cinema, eating out, sport and travel (club holidays), music, trekking, camping, hiking, cooking, handicrafts, nature10 July 2008
Don't like.
I hate being jealous. I especially hate being jealous of ugly girls.
My day was just great up until that. Now I want to throw a tantrum of the chair-throwing, face-breaking kind.
I feel fat & ugly now boohoohoo.
Here, have a poem.
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Caffeine
Because you do not know me, Francezca,
you have every reason to be afraid—
afraid because, while you are sleeping,
I can be the moon, peeping in from out your window
like some lonely lunar voyeur,
or some rusty blade or kitchen knife when
you feel like ending your life with a quick slash
or laceration;
because, when you wake up,
I can be the toothbrush dangling silently in your bathroom,
or the forlorn cotton bud preparing to rid your ears of dust
and excessive earwax.
This is no time to relax, Francezca—
I can be anywhere anytime,
anyone and anything you cannot even begin to imagine:
the whipped cream on your waffle, the mothballs in your closet,
the card tag of your tea bag, the jaundiced shade of moonlight,
the moon-cake you hate, the steady staccato of rain,
the flush’s fecal fouette, the hair inside your nose,
your lip, your mole, black hair and brown irises,
white teeth and red gums, your scalp, your skin,
even your toenails.
What is scary, Francezca, is the fact
that you don’t even know when the attack will be, or in what form,
regardless of how serious or mundane—
an armada of bees, strong winds, neon-colored paperclips,
glow-in-the-dark nail polish, even a dark, monstrous thundercloud
hanging dreadfully in the shadowy shroud of night
waiting for the right time to drip.
Perhaps
I can be the wet sock on your wet foot
in your wet shoe.
Perhaps
I can be the urine-colored contents of a bottle
of Mountain Dew.
Perhaps
I can be the clip that holds
your hair, or
a soft grain of rice on your lip
like a white lonely lotus
on a placid pond of blood, red paint, and cherry dust.
Please, do not wipe your mouth with your hand or kerchief—
just lick your lip then
SWALLOW.
-- Angelo V. Suarez
Caffeine
Because you do not know me, Francezca,
you have every reason to be afraid—
afraid because, while you are sleeping,
I can be the moon, peeping in from out your window
like some lonely lunar voyeur,
or some rusty blade or kitchen knife when
you feel like ending your life with a quick slash
or laceration;
because, when you wake up,
I can be the toothbrush dangling silently in your bathroom,
or the forlorn cotton bud preparing to rid your ears of dust
and excessive earwax.
This is no time to relax, Francezca—
I can be anywhere anytime,
anyone and anything you cannot even begin to imagine:
the whipped cream on your waffle, the mothballs in your closet,
the card tag of your tea bag, the jaundiced shade of moonlight,
the moon-cake you hate, the steady staccato of rain,
the flush’s fecal fouette, the hair inside your nose,
your lip, your mole, black hair and brown irises,
white teeth and red gums, your scalp, your skin,
even your toenails.
What is scary, Francezca, is the fact
that you don’t even know when the attack will be, or in what form,
regardless of how serious or mundane—
an armada of bees, strong winds, neon-colored paperclips,
glow-in-the-dark nail polish, even a dark, monstrous thundercloud
hanging dreadfully in the shadowy shroud of night
waiting for the right time to drip.
Perhaps
I can be the wet sock on your wet foot
in your wet shoe.
Perhaps
I can be the urine-colored contents of a bottle
of Mountain Dew.
Perhaps
I can be the clip that holds
your hair, or
a soft grain of rice on your lip
like a white lonely lotus
on a placid pond of blood, red paint, and cherry dust.
Please, do not wipe your mouth with your hand or kerchief—
just lick your lip then
SWALLOW.
-- Angelo V. Suarez
07 July 2008
Even if
Things are starting to become routine for me, which is actually a good thing. Rhythm is established. Rhythm is good for me.
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I still feel like shit over not graduating this year. And I'm kind of tired of having to explain my doomed academic history to just about everyone.
I don't get why I'm still being punished for taking that leave of absence. It was the right decision. So it's damned unfair that I'm paying for something I shouldn't.
Punyeta.
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Just shut up & do it, Kang.
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