Obit[t]er Dictum

Nothing but things said by the way.

The two times I fell in love Dawson, they were both with you. The first time I fell was for my friend, the boy down the creek, the one I grew up with. And the second was after you kissed me. I fell in love all over again. Just because we aren’t together doesn’t change my feelings for you.

—Joey Potter, Dawson’s Creek (via cookiecielo)

lawyers and artists

  • Ako: the problem with you lawyers is you fuck us in the ass with technicalities. Whatever happened to the spirit of the law?
  • Siya: the problem with you artists is that you believe you are exempt from the law. You think you can just create your own moral universe!
  • -excerpt from eX: sampung kwento ng naunsyaming pag-ibig

Sycip Internship Day 4

Tumblr is the only social networking site I use that is not blocked by the server. :]

Opening books.

The following is the most personal public post I have ever written. It is a story I hold dear in my heart, something I do not tell even my closest friends. I have been reserving it for until I was successful in order to inspire people. Despite the fact that I still am not, I’ve decided to finally keep it on record because lately, I have almost irreversibly lost my vision and purpose. Hopefully, this will be something to look back to, a reminder of why I chose to run this race. Hopefully, this may somehow inspire you also.

My mother cooks and washes the dishes for underweight elementary school kids. It’s the same elementary school I went to. Weekly, she gets a meager salary in 5-peso denominations from the proceeds of canteen earnings. She has been working there for the past 14 years. However, due to a change in our city administration last 2010, she was removed from the government payroll and is jobless by paper.

Last 2006 she had spinal chord surgery and has since then lost the ability to stand up straight and walk normally. Whenever she washes the dishes, she has to put her upper-body weight upon her two elbows. Whenever she cooks, she almost always gets burnt because she has to lean on the stove.

My father drives for the House of Representatives particularly for a prominent family up North. He works 12-14 hours a day, 6 1/2 days a week. Although he has been working for such family for more than 2 decades, he gets a salary lower than that of entry-level college graduates. He was a former OCW and a former soldier from Camp Crame who went on AWOL to settle down.

My parents are smart and hardworking people who never had the educational and financial opportunities, but have somehow, managed to create the best of opportunities for their only daughter.

My deepest grief is that I might have been becoming a monster of an ingrate for the reason that I desire something far different from that which I have unconsciously prepared for, that which is clearly what’s best for me.

Here’s to hoping these thoughts would sustain me for the next 1 year and 8 months. In the meantime, I shall be opening more books.

2:41 am

February 18, 2012

the government should be the biggest NGO itself.

When an administration represents itself as the government, it opens itself to both blame and credit for whatever happens to the country. Ergo it is only natural to point fingers at them for the heartbreaking gravity of casualties during natural calamities. After all, power should be a ticking bomb that destroys its wielder if unused or improperly used; there must be more disincentive in wielding political power than as it now stands. Ideally, public welfare and liberality should be the chunk among the remaining incentives. This might sound like a paradox, but the government should be the biggest NGO itself.

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person who you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

—Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live (via velvetcove)

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cookiecielo asked: what? why? when? where? ok ka lang venus? keri lang yan! :))

HAHAHA. Ok na ko, thank you Cielo! So looking forward to having girl talks with you! :)) April 11 ang start ko… Ikaw kelan start mo sa UST?