February 2012
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When my University Professor told me to drop dead,...
The following is an excerpt on my blog on John Green’s fourth solo novel, The Fault in Our Stars, a favorite. Full post on The BilioPile.
It could have been easy. Hazel could have just cursed the the stars or Cancer for her and Augustus’ ordeals, but what makes this story more raw is that, they have chosen to see the world in a much wider perspective. These two people who had every right...
December 2011
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November 2011
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October 2011
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“There is always the risk; something is good and good and good and good, and then...”
– John Green, Let It Snow (via banked)
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Still Ill
Your right hand on my left knee just below the hem of my dress of flowers, of blues, and of hopes. My skin searched for the cold metal of reality that should be on one your fingers, but wasn’t. Your hand, never calloused, heavy and firm like how I wish you were to me, to us.
“We’ve known each other before, right?”
But it doesn’t feel like it. We have become...
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My life lately is best viewed in 3D glasses or with the drunken slur from that Bacardi mix with foreseen emptiness after euphoria. LOLWUT.
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A Long Way Down [and Up], Nick Hornby
In accordance to the depressing months of September and October, I have braved my way into yet another novel of suicide and questions, but this time, on a lighter narration with Nick Hornby’s A Long Way Down.
Once or maybe several times of our lives, we thought of going the easy way out. We ask of what is the point of living in this cruel, miserable world where we have nothing stable to cling...
infinitecatharsis-deactivated20 asked: Dear miss, alam mo yung pareho tayo ng theme? hahaha :))
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Something Worth Trying: Director Ricky Torre's... →
kaelco:
The Correspondence Office hosted the flag ceremony this morning. It was Ricky’s turn to brandish his pep-talk skills, hehe. Here’s his speech:
Magandang umaga po sa inyong lahat. Ako po si Ricky Torre, deputy director ng Correspondence Office. Sinulat ko na lang ito, gawa nang mahina ako…
September 2011
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The reason I will never buy an eReader.
freedomisunfreedom:
pomelojello:
littlemissdorkette:
hiimspencer:
This truly breaks my heart
I pledge to read the printed word
This is so sad.
:(
pain
BUCKET FOR MY CREYS
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Take me to Algoe. [Paper Towns, John Green]
Now, during one of my teensy moments, I remember running to a guy buddy whining about my crush from afar, and he tells me that maybe, I was just crushing the idea of that guy, that maybe, all the information that I have had in mind of the guy, summed up into my ideal man, but is not necessarily the same guy.
It was the same as the part where Q and Margo had a row, only my guy buddy was...
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Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair–The...
After Cecilia’s first attempt to kill herself, the reader gets hooked with the investigation the narrator started. There was the yearning to know more about the Lisbon sisters. And this desire intensifies after Cecilia finally succeeds in taking her life, which, was narrated beautifully. [I know it sounds evil to use beautiful and taking life in one sentence, but *lip quivers*]
The wind...
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“We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories...”
– Milan Kundera (via slekes)
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The BiblioPile: Weeping Underwater Looks a Lot...
In Iowa’s golden-tassel summer, Emily was a squinting cowgirl, deliciously cherry in the shoulders and the very tip of her nose and ears. From time to time she’d search with her big brown eyes and such guileless affection that I felt on the verge of crumbling to my knees and giving up every aspiration I’d ever known. She’d just stare, sometimes smiling and sometimes not, but in a way that...
August 2011
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Sasha Wants More: giancantdance: I knew a man sad... →
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I knew a man sad enough to tear the wallpaper in his room only to find drawings of a drowning man. Syllables of French that seemed to tell the story of a failed marriage, twenty-something hands that looked like they were attempting to escape the wall. The man swung his arms,…
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Metro Manila Missed Connections: "no the food... →
missedconnectionsmanila:
You were 8 years older than me and you never really loved me. I was in high school and you filled my head with empty words and took me for a ride in your audi. You stopped talking to me when I got into college, maybe its because you were too busy being a father. I was having wine with my lover in…
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