Wao, Oscar. Just Wao.

One of my Christmas gifts for myself is this book, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz. I went to Fully Booked Trinoma and inquired for a collection of Nick Joaquin’s short stories. Unfortunately, they didn’t have one–a rejection I had heard from both National Bookstore and Powerbooks, thus prove that Nick Joaquin is too elusive.

With a stroke of luck I came across this Pulitzer-prize winning book (the slightly embossed golden circle at the cover can’t be missed) at Fully Booked. Told myself I have to at least buy something for myself.

Then, shit, it’s a good book.

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This entry was written by Kevin, posted on March 16, 2009 at 10:36 pm, filed under Books, books, books. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Can I at least be a half-dickhead?

Just so you know, my birthday was kind of embarrassing. Well, in the apartment my housemates and I got used to call ourselves as dickheads (I’d better not put here the tagalized form; it’s definitely not a good thing to hear). I hadn’t thought they’d be posting this in the door! For all the neighbors to read! What! On! Earth!

Also, another set of friends surprised me with another poster. Theirs they posted along the streets (walls, gates, anywhere) like I was a missing kid. It even said that “even if I’m an autistic, they still love me”! Shitheads. But I love them for these. It’s just embarrassing that even the carinderia people would recognize me and greet me a happy birthday.

They even confessed that the background of the poster is actually my underwear. WHAT! ON! EARTH! Good thing it’s not really noticeable in close contact.

I have weird friends, sure. But I love them for these. :D

_{I know this post is two weeks delayed.}

Anyway, it’s still the thought that counts.

FYI: Fukushinita means putangina. It’s a long story.

This entry was written by Kevin, posted on March 15, 2009 at 9:12 pm, filed under IRLs, Life at UPLB, Photos. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Psyched up

I wasn’t pretty stoked to know I was the only one in my Lit class who would make a short story as our final requirement. I cringe with that fact. (It might mean the entire class expects me to do well. Damn.) The rest of the class–excluding another girl who would be making a song, like wow–thought it was best to make a poem. Well, poem-making is the most practical thing to do, but I want to go for an extra mile in my Lit class, since I consider it as the highlight of my second semester. (By highlight, I mean it’s my only chance to get a 1.0). Maybe I’m trying hard like that, but, hey, this is my first time (I mean it) to put an effort in any subject I’ve had in my entire college life. I think it wasn’t at all bad or greedy.

What we’re supposed to do is to (in the case of poems) photocopy the original copy of the poem we’ve made and distribute it to the class. We’re also required–in five minutes–to give our perception about it and the background of it and stuff. In my case, it would be an extra effort: I’ll be making an additional synopsis of my short story (together with the background and stuff) for my classmates and the entire short for my professor to read. That should be at least harrowing, since I’d be working with two papers.

So far, my draft for my Literature class goes like this:

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This entry was written by Kevin, posted on March 14, 2009 at 7:11 pm, filed under Life at UPLB. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.