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I was stalking a prof on twitter and saw he posted this on our graduation day:
"Congrats di para sa natawid mong tulay, kundi dahil dagat at bundok na ang pagtatagumpayan mo mula ngayon, una na ang nasa 'yong kaibuturan."
Salamat, ser. -
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Nasan ka? Nasan ako? Nasan tayo?
Tugon, hiyaw, bulong, hikbi
Palutangin ang abang balsa ko
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Chronicles of a life in media
Last night, after I got home at 10:44 pm
Mom: Be home by 10 pm, otherwise tell me 2 days before. New curfew
Me: [laughs] Ma, that's not how news works.
Also, 2 hour commute, anyone? X_x
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I Fucking Graduated Today!
What it says so on the tin! ;)
For the four years of fear, desperation, madness, deadlines (some met, some.. not so much), friends, food, learning and loving--my heartfelt thanks, UP.
Malayong lupain
Di kailangang marating
Dito maglilingkod sa bayan natin
And to you, for being there today. It was a perfect cap to an amazing year.
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To you, on this day.
The title's a misnomer, I actually wrote this almost a week ago. But still. I think this needs to be here.
December 6, 2011
8:08 pm
Dear Patricia-of-a-few-hours-ago,
As you read this now, you are no longer the same person. What you've read has changed you, and let me tell you why. Let me write you a letter. In remembrance. In understanding. Let me ( Read more... ) -
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A word of warning: this might get rambly
So I kind of love my family.
Not always. (Heck, not even most days.) But today I do.
The biggest college party of the semester is happening tonight (right now) and while I'm not exactly the party girl, I had plans. Laziness and time constraints and lack of permission means I'm not there right now, ( Read more... ) -
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Sandra Cisneros got it right when she wrote of her early self in the introduction to her book "The House on Mango Street":
"At night, under the circle of light from a cheap metal lamp clamped on the kitchen table, she sits with paper and pen and pretends she's not afraid. She's trying to live like a writer."
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Sick puppy is sick. And by puppy, I mean me.
While some mutated chickenpox virus wrecks havoc in my nerves and renders me practically immobile with pain (not immobile enough to post though, appparently), I'm popping in with an update in an attempt to distract myself. And pictures. Mostly popping in with pictures, though.
It's halfway-ish into the ( Read more... )
