December 2011
2 posts
Sounds
I love the sound of electric charges surging through power lines
The sound of sleek pavements hissing after the rain as cars pass by
The crunch of dried leaves as you walk in autumn
The rolling thud of skateboard wheels against the sidewalk
The static undertones when playing old records
The sound of guitar speakers when you plug it on
The clinking of wine glasses when the waiter cleans your...
November 2011
2 posts
Note to self # 3: It Hurts
it hurts to be around people around who are constantly tired, screaming at you, nit-picking every single detail in how you live your life, making you feel like shit.
it hurts to watch people grow mad so easily, and impatient, and work from dawn til dusk, forgetting what it’s like to have a sit-down dinner all together every night.
it hurts to be worrying about the journey to get home, and...
September 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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June 2011
13 posts
Note to Self #2: Watch Your Words
It doesn’t matter how academic-sounding your post is, or how many deep words you used for your poems.
What matters is that I understand you clearly, and that what you say comes from some place real. I’m probably not to going to trust you if you keep pounding me with your rhetoric, and theories. I’d rather you be honest with me, and tell me in my own slang what you want me to know.
One thing I...
“It’s a myth for our times, … You read about Fudge and the Ministry...”
– Alfonso Cuaron
G-Man
Me, my mom, and my little brother, Archie are watching the post-game review when this conversation transpired.
Archie: Wait, why is Huff called G-Man?
Me: Because he's G-string Man.
Archie and Mom: ...
Me: It is. Remember the lucky red g-string?
Archie: Oh yeah!
Mom: Wait...No! That's not why!
DAMN IT MOM.
May 2011
7 posts
What's Polyamory? An article by Melissa-Ann Reyes →
Still Not Home
Every Monday, I check in with my 6th grade students at work, and have a 15-minute discussion with them, so they can get used to exchanging dialogue with each other. Last Monday, the weekend after finding out about Bin Laden's death, I asked them a question. This is how some of them responded.
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Me: What do you all think about Osama bin Laden's death? Do you all even know him? Or remember 9/11?
Students: NO..
Student 1: Everyone were so happy when he died, though.
Student 2: I don't believe he's dead--where's his body?
Student 3: So what?! Yeah he's dead, but will that bring my dad home from Iraq tomorrow? Yeah right.
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These students were around three years old when 9/11 happened. Most of them have forgotten the relevance of the war...or even know the root of the war. Let's keep the dialogue going.
April 2011
2 posts
You Want TEEN ANGST? I'll give you teen angst!
I got bored, so I dug up old blog entries from my Friendster. Yes. Friendster. And I found the most annoying, most hilarious, most emo-teen-angst-i-need-attention blog entry I’ve ever written. I was 17-years-old, confused, conniving, and brutally honest.
Rebecca Black might as well make this her next hit. Read on for your entertainment:
I Have A Toothpick and I’m Not Afraid To Use It.
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March 2011
8 posts
Note to Self
I was searching for my earphones in my huge ole purse a few minutes ago, and I came across all kinds of junk in my purse.
There were old Jolly Ranchers, a bent heart-shaped lollipop, old Census pens from work, Expo markers, and all these random scraps of papers and notes. [I really need to clean my purse, obviously.]
My earphones were no where to be found, so I started opening the notes in my...
jackstephens asked: Yo, if you could be a totally freakin' cyborg with lasers and shit. What type of cyborg would you be and why?
to love and rest
People have been asking me lately about love and my thoughts on it. I really haven’t had much to tell them. The response is often “I have no time for it.”
But tonight, after late supper with friends, I told my friend Joy what I’ve recently realized:
We, the restless, rest only in the arms of love.
Kumbaga sa Tagalog, “sa pagibig lang ang pahinga.”
The...
February 2011
1 post
“Wala namang masama sa pangingibang-bayan. Walang masama kung gusto mong lisanin...”
– Bob Ong
(Translation: There is nothing wrong with fleeing to another country. There is nothing wrong if you want to leave a ship that you think is sinking. Just don’t throw anything that will put weight on the ship while other people are working hard to save it.)
January 2011
2 posts
Look what I wrote in 2009.
I was going through my netbook’s files, and I found a folder named “Contemplation.”
In it were two document files. One was titled “11.03.09 birthday,” and the other “rationalizing middle class.”
Then I thought to myself: Whaaa?
So I opened the “rationalizing middle class” file, and this is what I found:
My family wasn’t always a middle...
hello world.
to my abandoned tumblr (and forgotten followers),
i apologize for not keeping you updated. this says a lot about how much time i actually spend thoroughly reflecting on life, and what i’ve learned from it.
in all honesty, i think it’s because i’m more reluctant to share my thoughts and experiences with others. that, and the fact that i’m going through this phase of just...
December 2010
1 post
jerconde asked: I don't know how often you check this... But HELLO :)
October 2010
2 posts
WatchHear our stories…
Hear their stories…
In our reportback, you will hear our stories, and experiences with:
The youth and students of University of the Philippines (Diliman, Manila, and Baguio), Polytechnic University of the Philippines (Sta. Mesa), and the Kabataan Partylist Headquarters.
The brave, indigenous organizers from Mankayan, Benguet.
The fearless peasant...
You
You with the tired eyes and heavy lids, You with the big, brown bag Full of books, binders, and bills You, the one walking alone in the streets You, the one who gets called babygirl Exotic And all that other bullshit You with the furrowed brows The agitated remarks, Speaking out about white privilege And getting called a lunatic for it You who are uncompromising You who have grown passive...
September 2010
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August 2010
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