Yupsies.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6v_gOmVJ4I

I never really appreciated this song until now.

Kaunting tiis na lang!

Curse my attention span.

I got a Tumblr.

Also also. I've been meaning to write an entry about how developed Asian countries seem to stick to our culture more than we do. It's just something I've noticed. Their main dialect is still their national language, and not English. More often than not, the songs I hear playing on the radios are Singaporean or Malaysian or Hindi depending on wherever I am. Their cultural and historical landmarks are well-preserved. Heck, they have national parks within the jurisdiction of their capitals.

Is this the reason why they're doing pretty well today?

I wouldn't know, but it's worth a try.

Also, I've just been to Malaysia recently and I heard that Putrajaya, their city devoted to government facilities, was once based on the Philippines' Quezon Circle and its surrounding buildings. Funnily now, when you mention the Philippines there, people say in their Malaysian-accented English, "Oh no. People kill each other so easily there."

Can I just say.

The moment when a girl realizes she has a gay friend she can talk about cute guys and emotions with, she feels fulfilled. Very fulfilled. And when there's another girl to talk about cute guys and emotions with, it's even more fun.

I hope we're blockmates.

anywhere i go you go, my dear

E.E. Cummings. <3 My favorite poet so far. Actually. I don't know much about poets, but well, this guy, this guy, he's just amazing. Stupendous. Brilliant. It's in my opinion, but I'm guessing a lot of people agree. I was first asked to read his works in our Creative Writing Elective. We were asked to read "i carry your heart".

It....was..wonderful. Still my favorite poem of all time. I love reading it, mouthing the words as I go along. It's brilliant. He modelled the poem after actual heartbeats. (The rhythm of it.) And. The emotion. It is very, very relatable. I can really feel ..it. It is, well, ...how I feel.

And ever since then, I have been browsing through his poems online. But really. Nothing would beat having a copy of his poem collection. Too bad there is no sign of it in this country. Sigh.

And yes, I am sounding incoherent and not exactly rational, but this is what blogs are for. :p

A Tussle Between Feeling and Reasoning.

This is the first bit of free time I've had in ages (thanks to trips and summer plans and going out), but I feel this is is a long delayed post that I have to share.

Come to think of it, if I have thought it through a little bit more, I'd have gone to State U (not going into real names) instead of Blue School (Now this is getting really obvious.) For one, it's a lot cheaper . And, I find the campus really, really beautiful. Wilder, really. A lot more fascinating as compared to Blue School's impeccably manicured lawns and fenced-in surroundings.Thirdly, everyone from my grade school expects me to go to State U. They think I'm intelligent, you see. Fourthly, my parents have only allowed me to visit State U ..well.. just..not often. Lastly, almost all my really good friends and a large chunk of the people I know are going to State U.

It would break me to lose some of those friends due to busy schedules or increased awkardness or new friends or a lack of things to talk about, especially with my best friend. (Ugh, we're both going into supposedly some of the most difficult courses in our respective schools.) Trust me, a million scenarios/nightmares/worries have flitted through my head the past x months about being a.) forgotten b.) replaced c.) deemed unimportant. And the list goes on.

So really, what boils down to it is that I went with my gut feel (and heart) for choosing Blue School over State U. One, I actually do like the course I am going to despite the ginormous amounts of Math involved, Math being my Waterloo. Two, Introduction to Fiction, Introduction to Poetry, and Philo are all required in the school. Booyeah. Four. Three, I do need Theo classes. I love God, and I believe in him, but I think I do need to anchor my faith in Him a bit more. Fourthly, for some reason, my gut feel says I will turn out to be a better person if I go here. Fifthly, well, some friend of mine who just graduated college said, "Your real friends will be there no matter how often, or not often you'll see them. Think of it as a test of friendship."

So yes, for my freedom, I'll fight. For my grades, I'll work it out. For my friends, I'll always be there. Always.

Here's to going somewhere completely new, and hopefully staying there, for the next four years.

Number X of the things that make me abnormal.

I don't think in images. Or videos. I think in words.

Slater's pins have no points.

This serves as a reminder that I should stop posting such soppy epistles on my blog, and start writing properly. Come to think of it, I haven't written properly since...hmmmm. CreW? Yeah, CreW.

The Econ article doesn't count. My main topic seems to be combatting LDMU in friendships, which was not my first choice. Really want to talk about the OC of taking science courses or of shifting out of them. Seems like something that would take quite a bit of research, though. Research that I'm willing to do. Most of the notable school's alumni/alumnae that I know of are from humanities fields. Or perhaps it's just scientists are not oft-celebrate in this country. One of those things.

Also. I am sort of pleased. I get to debate after.....heaven knows how long. However, I've got to start learning about pi-mesons and gauge bosons and the like. Not something I read about in my free time, but meh. Everything helps.

Come to think of it, though. Does UP have a Soc Sci club? It might be a better idea to join it as opposed to UPDS. Less biased, too. And less party-centered. A blog entry about UP vs Ateneo some other time, but as of this moment, UP wins.

Since this post seems to be evolving into a hodge podge of everything anyways, yay, I got lent a book! The sequel to Freakonomics. (I haven't even read the first, but it's not like it's a fantasy series or anything.) It's the first book I'm to read in a while that's not required reading. (Even if this year's required reading is generally likable. Even more likable than A Separate Peace and Illustrado. Except for the King Arthur one. Creepy stuff, that is. Don't know if they're misogynists or just a tad insane.)  Last thing I read of my own accord was ..Anna Karenina? I liked it. Wondering if I'll like Android Karenina.

Anyway, yes! Superfreakonomics. I like Econ the subject. Perhaps not the Math part, but I do like the discussions. I suppose it's good I got into courses that have discussions on this sort of thing. Though I don't think I'll ever be shifting to Econ. BAA, maybe? Still checking out my options.

Also, could somebody please explain to me how this goes? Wondering.


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This post makes no sense anymore.

Just a reminder from God. :)

On this day, God wants you to know...

... that you are not to shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find and keep.

The quickest way to find love is to give love. If you want it too badly, you will not find it. The most secure way to keep love is to give it space and care to grow. If you hold it too tightly, you will lose it.

(This is the palanca I never properly wrote for you.)

I really do have to admit; you are definitely just another kind of category in my book. A different sort of friend. A different sort of colleague. A different sort of person. 

Best friend? Though we may jokingly call each other in that context, you & I both know that that spot is inhabited by someone I find infinitely amazing (& that's not you).

Close friend? Acquaintance? Buddy? Pal? (I can imagine you laughing at these analogies, but no, none of those are it.)

Come to think of it, I still have to find a word for what you are to me, but despite my constant annoyance at, teasing of & mocking of you, you should know you've been an important part of my life. 

You've helped me become myself beyond myself-- to look beyond just writer & dreamer & actor me to a leader, a role I haven't utilized in this school. You help me up when I'm vulnerable. Like. When I feel close to losing it & so vulnerable around the person I love best (not you), it sort of helps to know you're there & we both care about each other, but in a shallow and amusing way.

You're probably the biggest serious joke in my life, so I hope you know that I thank you, somehow.

After these two months, we may not talk too much, but I think that's the joy of our friendship. We manage to get back to where we let off. 

I'll get back to you some other time, then.

happy happy

joy joy!