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Yeah, baby. Caption this picture if you can.

What’s awesome with French is that you have to pronounce it nasally as possible. As if you have colds. Of course I have colds almost all the time–damn those pollens. (My favorite French sentence is je suis perdu. It means I’m lost. It means a lot to me, I dunno why.)

My notepad is swarming with things to blog. It says:

I have so many things to talk about, to write about, but it seems like all those things just go away when the situation calls for it. Like that kid in Rocket Science, all the stuttering (mine has to be a mental case of stuttering). No matter how much I’ve composed the things I want to write, it goes off all of a sudden.

My search terms are making me curious. It’s full of Menthol-guy PANTAS or PANTAS UPLB. Oh well, I was just… I’ve just become. I’m now (the grammar whore in me suis perdu!) a member of PANTAS (Pandayan ng Talino at Sining) UPLB, a writing organization in the university. If you guys are interested in writing or reading, just leave a comment and JOIN! It’s fun. Really.

Since I’m on my semestral break already, I went back home last Friday. For three days, I hibernated. My Notepad says:

My room makes me feel fucking whitewashed, and only the balcony–overseeing the roofs of the neighborhood and the trees and everything–makes me sane when I’m home.

You guys must be having an idea with what I’m typing in my Notepad. Anyway, I have just arrived in Los Banos to HAVE FUN with the Internet connection we have in the apartment, plus the company of my friends. I think I hear someone shouting “LET’S DRINK!!!” somewhere. I should check them out.

I’m reading Vintage Amis, a collection of short stories by Martin Amis (there’s also Vintage Didion and Vintage Murakami, both are pretty interesting). He’s hilarious. His writing seems very masculine (so far). Not really Hemingway masculine but I think you’d get the point.

This entry was written by Kevin, posted on October 20, 2009 at 6:45 pm, filed under 2in1, IRLs. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Eighty years and Mars

The thing is: I want to talk about a lot of things. We could talk for an entire night and end up around 6AM at Mini Stop. It’s better if I could share cigarettes with you. The best place to start a conversation is in a coffee shop, the one with a veranda where you could see the merge of the sky and the street, in the middle of the snaking outlines of electric wires.

In this blog I don’t think I could talk about anything here. It either gets pretentious or very careful, the words very select. But in real life, we could talk about anything and everything with coffee in one hand and a cigarette on another.

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What I’ve been wanting to make is this short story–or probably a vignette, or a snippet of my mind–about how people would react to death eighty years from now. It’s about meeting this guy telling you that some Samantha you both know died, and that he said it so casual you would wonder why.

Eighty years from now, people must have been living in Mars or wherever. Death must have been so usual because typhoons last for two weeks, dry spells last for almost a year. Maybe religion has been dethroned of its original power, for science has successfully made a pill for eternal life. Maybe the use of cryogenics on people through submerging them in liquid nitrogen for preservation has been introduced.

The point is that the duality of life and death, by that time, has been insignificant enough.

Thus the lack of appreciation with life, that certain ticking of time on top of our heads gone for we know we will last forever. Our goal is to live forever, not to create something that will. What could be the driving force for something eternal to exist, other than the fact that something benefits from it?

I would probably hate it when life would lose its suspense factor.

This entry was written by Kevin, posted on October 13, 2009 at 12:14 am, filed under 2in1. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Bullets of Hell (Week)

On music

Give Jay-Z a chance, I told myself. Lately I’ve been open-minded to listen to any kind of music, and so far, I’m appreciating every song (though some are bullshits, but at least I gave them a fucking chance). You don’t have to chew the song for days; giving it a try (just a single play) is harmless, though.

End of semester

Plans?

1. Three days in Boracay with my Japanese friend. Dad approved about this. He wants to go to the beach and a one-night-stand experience. I told him it’s indecent. He told me he was just joking. Joke my ass.
2. Read novels. I’m planning to read ten or seven!
3. Watch movies. I’ve been listing interesting movie titles for a week! They’re about twenty of them. Which reminds me: how can I balance my time watching and reading novels at the same time? Tough choice.
4. Cook. Since I haven’t gone home for a month (with the exception of Ondoy; yes, I was stranded, and yes, I DIDN’T MAKE A POST ABOUT IT!), I want to make fruit salad, cook pesto, caldereta, and all the food I wouldn’t like to think now ‘coz I’m about to hit the sack.
5. Haircut? My hair has reached its longest, I think, this year.
6. Beer-drinking. I haven’t had any beer-drinking session since time immemorial (i.e. a month ago).
7. Book shop! I miss the local Booksale.
8. Renew my VISA. If Dad won’t let me, I’ll kill him. Mom wants me to go there (in New York) for Christmas (they’re separated like that), and though it’s perfectly fine if Dad wants to show up, too, being the pride of the family, Dad hesitates.
9. Lose more weight. This is in conflict with number 4.
10. Meet with my High School friends. I just miss them.

Just because

My blog post about my shifting to BA Communication Arts last summer (and the practicality vs. passion thing I wrote) is one of the finalists for this year’s Philippine Blog Awards under the category Top Ten Posts of the Year.

This is beyond sanity.

Awards night this Friday, and I don’t think I’ll make it. A tight friend is celebrating his birthday this Friday, and from the look on his face when I told him about the event I’ll be attending this Friday, well, I don’t think I’d risk his disappointment. Besides, I don’t think my post is going to win, given the other contender’s topics ranging from political to statistical analysis; the list even made me wonder how the hell my post ended up fucking there?

Anyway, thanks for the visits and for the appreciation! :)

This entry was written by Kevin, posted on October 8, 2009 at 12:18 am, filed under 2in1, IRLs, Last song syndromes, Slang and random. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.