Are you conveniently located nearby Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf - Adriatico? 

Presently, I’m listening to J’ai deux amours by Madeleine Peyroux while sipping unto a warm Double Vanilla Tea latte. I already told myself I’d refrain from turning on the wifi unless deemed imperative to my studying and yet here I am - what a bummer.

Verso to the previously mentioned inquiry on your whereabouts, if you’re within the vicinity of the said place, drop by here and give me a mouthing or two on the urgency of having to hit the books.

Friday 28 th March

Currently watching youtube videos that are debunking creepy pasta stories. What seriously irks me is how people can be gravely mindless. If a friend mails you a CD with a warning telling you to destroy the said compact disc, ERADICATE THE FUCKING CD. Likewise, I think it’s about time you reassess your choice of companions because what kind of colleague sends you a hell-forsaken material that could possibly source your own demise.

Thursday 27 th March + 1
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Would you erase of the memory of a past relationship if you had your heartbroken? - The paramount question throughout this poignant film with leads Jim Carey and Kate Winslet as two former lovers who opted to remove each other from each’s memory; The latter’s initial and impulsive choice, prompting the former to undergo the procedure as well.

Much is needed to be said but I could hardly find words befitting of how well-executed Gondry’s masterpiece is, even more to the oscar-winning script penned by Kaufman. Poignant and reminiscent of the beautiful yet tragical phases of love, this film will leave you rooting for the couple in the end. That aside, the supporting characters are nothing short of the main cast, as they have their own arcs which, fortunately, is not a  failed attempt at adding to the film’s already engrossing story. Beyond this simple critique however, what I really want to delve into further is this concept of deletion of memories. I don’t intend to go to technicalities seeing that this wasn’t obviously a main point in the film but simply reflect on the ideas of love & memories and the pain and happiness that come along with the package.

Truly, love is the most overrated topic since time commemorate and relationships, the most talked about theme, besting the likes of global warming and world hunger. SO, if given the opportunity, would you do as Clemetine and Joel had? Would you go to the extent of removing someone from your mind?

Initially, when you seether in anger over a petty fight or sob from a break-up, the thought may pass by, like a breeze making its way. It does seem like a great idea though, right? Get it over with. Avoid the painful memories, run away from the rage and tears that intertwine with the passion. Intense emotions blur our impression of right and wrong, of tact and heedlessness and we arrive at a point of desiring an escape, a void from which we could take shelter but what about the happy memories? What about the instances when you silently cuddled in the bed - no kissing, no words, just enclosed in the quiet and the unselfishness of the moment? When you traced your fingers against her chapped lips or when you’d give a chase in the seashore even when it’s -10 degrees out in the open? Are you willing to lose all those beautiful memories, in favor of leaving behind the pain? Is it all that worth it?

I guess the answers to my questions will vary from person to person for no two similar circumstances exist but to my unexperienced eye, I wouldn’t want to omit the lessons I learned from that heartache. Memories are all that we can cling to once our perceived reality alters. A person can change but that fragment of the person we once knew will forever be embedded in the recesses of our mind — and I wouldn’t want to lose that part, not a chance.

Why would I settle to take out a part of a greater whole - an entirety whose existence once took comfort in this simple nostalgia?

Tuesday 25 th March + 2
When Love Arrives

by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade

Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom, I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace.
I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. 
Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs.
Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. 
And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it. 
If only I could find him.

But when love finally showed up, she had a bowl cut. 
He wore the same clothes every day for a week.
Love hated the bus. 
Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles. 
Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way.
Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house. 
Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. 
Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up it would be: “Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.”

And love grew, stretched like a trampoline.
Love changed. Love disappeared.
Slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed.
Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me. 
Like a flat tire, there were other places I had planned on goingbut my plans didn’t matter.
Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him
Love smelled different now, had darker eyes, a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize.
New birthmarks, a softer voice. 
Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books. 
Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn’t like to listen to. So did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly.
We found jokes that make us laugh.
And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. 
But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.
Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. 
Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.
Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. 
Love is messier now, not as simple. 
Love uses the word “boobs” in front of my parents.
Love chews too loud. 
Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.
Love uses smiley faces in her text messages. 
And turns outlove shits!

But love also cries. 
And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful.”
When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.” 
When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful.” 
When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.” 
When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.” 
When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.” 
Love still thinks you are beautiful.
But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it mostyou are beautifuldo not forget this.

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict. 
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep;
You are in California, Australia, wide awake. 
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.
Maybe love is not ready for you. 
Maybe you are not ready for love. 
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. 
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. 
Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t. 
Maybe love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, 
And love leaves exactly when love must. 
When love arrives, say,“Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. 
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, 
“Thank you for stopping by.”


Poignant and refreshing

This poem has touched me in more ways than I had expected so I simply had to take my time out from studying to share it. 

Checking out Sarah & Phil’s books wouldn’t be waste a of time (or cash) for that matter.

Saturday 15 th March + 1

I am disgusted at the dirty politics veiled as justice for the people. The means justify the end applies so accurately in your position. Obviously,you’d exercise whatever method, even if it entails having to stain your hands or more preferably your mouth and thoughts with arguments too illogical and biased to be understood. Forgive me for not succumbing to your flowery words of justice and revolution, simply because the clouded truth is evident to me and I am mindful of the flawed declarations you have claimed and continue to ram unto everyone’s throats.

Thus, I encourage each and every UP student to think critically and be wary of the things they read online. Do not be so quick to judge from one reading. Delve deeper and go beyond the facade. There is more to those brief and powerful words than meets the eye and oft times they are what you least expect.

Tuesday 4 th March
“The more I think about it, the more I’d like to take a rain check on the topic of me. What I’d like to know more about is the objective reality of things outside myself. How important the world outside is to me, how I maintain a sense of equilibrium by coming to terms with it. That’s how I’d grasp a clearer sense of who I am.”
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart  (via pnko)
Monday 3 rd March + 159 via source

When we meet people who are better than us or far superior than us in aspects we’ve always deemed ourselves to be capable at, suddenly we are faced with the internal struggle of convincing our ego that we aren’t any lesser. 

The more we think of ourselves highly, the more difficult it is to accept that there are people who will exceed our capacity thereby causing more and more frustration.

Pride will only get you so far but humility, it leaves room for you to grow and it will eventually lead you to greatness.

Sunday 2 nd March + 1
Stringing someone

In my defense, I don’t condone giving a false sense of hope for someone.

If at that given period of time my feelings for you are null and non-existent than I would rather inform you immediately in lieu of alleviating your heart ache with sugar-coated words that you might take out of context and see as a lingering opportunity. 

I don’t like you now. I don’t know whether that perspective may change and I’m giving no assurance that it might [most likely it won’t]. It’s your choice if you’d still elect to wait for something unlikely which would probably simply bring you more throb or you could do the more rational thing and move on but I don’t like you and that’s that. I’m not going to be sorry for how I feel.

It’s blunt and rough on the edges but there comes a time that we need to be that person who speaks what others fear to hear. A provisional resolution will eventually crack. 

Monday 17 th February
“Don’t let a word define you. It’s you who gives a word meaning.”
— 4 am brain
Sunday 16 th February + 1