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