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Mel was talking with Panco on the phone. They were talking about Mel’s dog, and Mel set the phone to loudspeaker mode. Mel held the phone near the dog’s ear.
Mel: Tawagin mo yung pangalan niya te…
Pancho: Treboooor… Trebooor… Hindi naman siya nagsasalita te?
Mel: Hindi talaga yan magsasalita te. Aso yan.
Mel works during the day, and I during the night. That means that when he is getting ready for work, I am about to sleep. Mel is not aware that there are so many times that I was chuckling like crazy in my room because of his phone conversations I overhear. Another example:
Mel: *speaking in English that lasted for a few minutes*…. Oh, you are bleeding??? OK, magtagalog na tayo… *serious conversation continues*
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MY LIFE DOES NOT HAVE A DIRECTION, AND I FEEL FINE.
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When we were little kids, there were nights we spent looking at the stars. My father lays down a blanket on the ground and we will all lay on it. Me, my father & mother, and my little brother. Mama says that we should make a wish whenever we see a falling star. I can’t remember what things I wished for, or if I made a wish at all.
Papa led my eyes to a set of stars that were arranged and look like a necklace. He said it’s the Holy Rosary. To this day, I remember him whenever I lie down and gaze at the stars and spot those stars. (I miss him so much. I still can’t get over the fact that I will never ever see him again. Forever. As in until I die.)
It was after (and sometimes, during) the star gazing moments that I began developing an anxiety. I can’t seem to wrap my mind around the idea of how little we are compared to the indefinite expanse of the entire universe. I told my aunt about this and her response did not help: “If there’s a wall in the edge of the universe, what’s behind that wall?” I had sleepless nights mulling over that.
This anxiety haunted me until I was a teenager. It was during this time that I became an atheist. I wanted to believe but when I had arrived at the conclusion that it does not exist, I find it hard to have faith. My mind denies it, and my mind has good grounds for doing so. I tried but I failed. This made my anxiety even worse.
Why are all these causing me anxieties? Maybe because the stars I gaze at made me confront the fact that the earth and everything in it is insignificant compared to the immeasurable vastness of the universe. From home to school, we were told that we were special, unique etc. And then suddenly you come to face the fact that you are not…
My mind’s rejection of the existence of supreme being made that even worse. It made me confront my mortality. I am an insignificant piece of meat spending a very short time to live in a very small rock floating in the universe.
I managed to come to terms with those facts. It’s futile to try to fight accepting them. It was so vain of me to used to think of ways to convince myself that it is otherwise: that I am unique and special, and that death is not inevitable. Well, I am insignificant and my time is running out. That’s a brutal truth that gnawed me from the inside.
The moment I embraced the fact is the moment I became a nihilist. But life is too short to spend it as a nihilist all through out. And because I do not have the guts to kill myself, I felt the need to seek for a reason to go on without being so depressed. I’m not sure if it’s from a book or from a lecture I attended that I got the following: That the meaning and purpose of life that we were taught to adopt rest on fiction. That may be the reason why I enjoy reading books. (“Anong nakukuha mo sa pagbabasa?” I was asked that question for so many times. I always answer with a shrug.) Works of fiction show me alternative view of life. Life may have no innate meaning and purpose. But we can invent what our own life will mean. And we can determine what our purpose should be. At first, I felt the unbearable lightness of being, as Milan Kundera puts it.
Today, I can’t say that I’m steering my life to a direction I want to take. There’s still no direction. Sometimes, I call it pointless. “Mag-umpisa ka nang humanap ng career! Gamitin mo yang degree mo! tigilan mo na yang freelancing freelancing mo.” some people said to me, as if getting a normal day job will certainly make any person’s life meaningful and purposeful. Again, I always respond with a shrug.
My mother, thankfully, does not annoy me with such comments over and over again. She once asked what I want. I shrugged. Honestly,I do not know what I want. This fact made it most likely the case that I did not wish a falling star for anything. Again, I answered with a shrug. But a definite answer is in my heart. And I am sure of it. All I want is to pursue happiness.
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“You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.”
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I remember when I bought a copy of this awesome book at The National Bookstore. I can’t find it in the shelf, so I asked for an assistance. I asked if they have a copy of Eugenide’s Middlesex. The sales lady says, “Right this way, sir.” She led me to a locked shelf and gestured to soft porn magazines and sex manuals as if they are some sort of treasure.
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The most awesome kid in the world with The Book that Eats People. But according to Liz, Jemon likes gnawing on the pages. :D
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And then I married YOUR FACE.
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Today is my best friend’s birthday. We celebrated it last night. Tequila and beer for one of the most awesome person in our lives. May Ann, we wish you good health and nothing but the best. You may not know this, but you are one of the bravest soul I met. You make some poor life choices, but who doesn’t? Trial and error garud ya. We don’t know shit and this is our lives. The only purpose we have is the pursuit of happiness.
I have been avoiding drinking too much beer for health reasons. But last night I decided to drink to her happiness. We spent the night laughing at each others’ bad choices in life and our stupid responses to some situations.
We share advice to each other. For example, Chin-chin advised us that when we are invited to attend ANY event in a certain area here in our province, we must eat something before going there. This is because the same dishes were served every time, no matter what the event is. I don’t know what her point is but the way she tells it is very funny.
We watched gay porn that the straight boys have to endure watching (girl friends are into male to male actions. LOL). One of the boys asked Mel if gay men do it exactly like that in real life. It’s amazing how many people assume porn as manuals. Porn is for touching yourself, idiot. Chin-chin was the komentarista. Funny as hell.
Franco told us her hyper-tension stories. One time, he lost consciousness and woke up in their house. He slept and when he woke up half of his body felt numb. He thought it was stroke and cried out loud for his mom, and both of them started crying. Straight up tears. After a few minutes Franco felt pricking sensation. It was just cramps. They ended up laughing together. He said that when his blood pressure is high, he’s afraid to get to sleep because he might never wake up.
Franco and Alan said that even anemic people can suffer hypertension, which is contrary to my stupid belief. I am anemic, and I am now super paranoid because I’m quite dizzy and I ate too much rice a while ago. My god, am I dying?
Aaanyway, enough about me and let’s go back to the birthday girl. The picture above is May Ann. She recently enrolled in some health club. Good luck to her. May Ann turns 24 today. That means one year closer to death. LOL. Seriously, she’s fearing turning to an adult because being an adult means no more excuses for committing stupid acts. LOL.
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