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I hardly think I'm wise. I am just blessed to have lived a difficult life. :)
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I think I answered a similar question a couple of days ago. I hope you caught that!
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Yes, the only reason being I can.
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These types of questions take the longest to answer (favorite films, favorite books, favorite songs, favorite favorites) because I never really list them down. Instead I have favorite feelings which I associate with film-book-song combinations. For example, I fell in love with Drive (2011) because of its soundtrack and I've had College's A Real Hero on loop for two weeks now. I feel the same reckless tenderness when I read Jennifer Egan's A Visit From The Goon Squad or when I try to finish Eugenides's The Marriage Plot-- I don't know why, but these things just fall into place, and these places become plots on a timeline that I retrace through recollection when I'm someplace, some time, far far far.
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Ah, you are the first! Although I am now much older than Alaska. I wish, if I could extend that novel, to read about an Alaska that has found herself because the title was about her search all along.
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Oh yes, I know K. Lopez! I'll say hello to her for you the next time we bump into each other. Ah, these Tumblr themes can be so tedious sometimes. I fight off the urge to change my themes because it takes hours / days before I settle for something remotely close to satisfying. Take care!
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You give them the gift of your time, and every day, you give them more and more until it becomes natural: that very special person becomes someone worth living for.
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Ah, but I am sorry that you had to go through something similar-- I wish I could do more than write an entry that resonates with you; I wish I could be a correspondent, a friend. Thank you for having faith in my words. May our stories cross plots again one day, and this time, on a happy note I hope.
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Although I prefer reading poems on paper, here are the LiveJournal accounts I crawl into to look for inspiration:
http://theysaid.livejournal.com/
http://greatpoets.livejournal.com/
http://exceptindreams.livejournal.com/
Also, here's an archive of all the poems I've ever posted on Tumblr:
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I can see why you would think that but I really am resigned to the fact that A. and I are not good for each other. I am over him, but I am not over some of the things he has done to me-- there is a big difference.
If you'd read my entries a little more closely you'd know the gravity of what I'm talking about. If you could understand how much he has betrayed and disrespected me then you wouldn't even be saying these things now. Read the parts where I say: "I tell you not to touch me and I wake up, you've taken off my clothes." I could have pressed charges but I didn't. All my friends are furious at him and yet I've managed to be kind to him. I still talk to him sometimes, mostly when he messages and asks for things back. Like the typewriter and the locket, which were gifts! How ridiculous and immature to ask for gifts back.
There's so much you don't know about A. and I've spared people of that because at first I thought it would be best to just shut up and sweep everything under the rug. But no, I've been kind to him and all he has repaid me with is rudeness. After what he did to me? He still has the guts to be rude? And I hate hate hate how I'm the "bad guy" here for leaving him. People pity him and send him their sympathies, which isn't wrong if they're true. My point is-- he doesn't deserve my kindness anymore. I've been embarrassed and (ab)used for far too long.
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Did you know that a turtle's heart can keep beating even after you detach it from the body? (Source, complete with video: http://www.omg-facts.com/view/Facts/48357)
That's what it's like for A. and me. Shortly after the break-up, I couldn't read a single book because there was always a character that would remind me of him. But that's when it became clear that we were living fiction and not fact. He sounds good when I write about him but in reality, meh.
That turtle's heart may still be beating but no doubt that turtle's dead. -
"Why do people keep asking me about Mei?"
Haha. Seriously, guys. Give it a break. We both have our own lives to live. -
Simeon Dumdum, Jr.! And Marjorie Evasco, even though she's from Bohol. Both of them write wonderful poems in the Cebuano language.
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Oh how can we not already be friends? It sounds like we're kindred spirits and I am grateful that you've sent me more than a hello. I write so others could write too, the same way I wish my favorite writers would write more so I'd write more, and so on. We could send each other letters but I have to admit I owe too many people too many letters at this point-- time has not been agreeable lately. But fret not! We will exchange words, little by little, here or on my blog or on yours, if you would link it.
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Hmm, tricky question because there isn't a right answer. I could check up on their bestsellers and recommend the titles that people have read and liked the most, but that's not how you really get into an author or any artist for that matter. I say pick any book. Trust your gut. Choose titles that strike a chord in you somehow. Let your instinct be a magnet and turn it up to see just where you'd land.
An author may be defined by one or two noted works picked for you by the critics. But what makes you love an author is the joy of discovering him or her for yourself, and you let your heart do the handpicking.
That's how I started with Bukowski and Murakami (and a lot more). I had no title in particular. I just looked, took the leap, and loved what I found. -
Never a hundred percent because I'm a drawer stuffed with doubt and worry and I stress about things that are either non-existent, existential or too far away into the future to figure out. But I'm never not genuine. There's a difference. When my heart's not into something, I stop. I wait and see if the rush comes back. I'm patient with the things I do and with who I am, and I'm old enough to know what I like and what I don't. And the fun part is it's never done-- I'm looking forward to surprising myself in the future. Who knows what else is out there that could make me more real.
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Wait, I'm a little confused. If he constantly looks after you and checks up on you like that then he sounds like a decent guy. If the predicament here is that you don't like him back then you're going to just have to tell him straight up. You can be nice when you do it. Don't worry about things getting awkward-- that's inevitable but it will also pass. The important thing is you don't keep this boy's hopes up for nothing. And hey, who knows, maybe you'll end up friends.
And it's true, you know. I'm a girl who'd fall for a guy who genuinely cares and actually listens. The boy I'm with now is someone like that. -
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Ah, everyday is a love story. On some days it starts with pancakes, crispy around the edges because he knows that's how I like them. Some days, they are spent laughing in bed because our childhoods are so similar and so silly-- we could have lived them together. There are days when we are both a little quiet but I have come to accept that. I retreat to my books and he picks up a guitar and things become magical again moments after that.
If you want to know how we met then we'll have to go out for coffee some time. You have to see my hand gestures, you really have to. Haha.
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Pilar Pedrosa Pilar’s Bio
I am abstruseness. I lose myself in the limits of language.
