What's your favorite disguise? [/meta]
posted by letter shredder @ 11:59 a.m. on 1/20/2006
"Great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex and sex disguised as love..."
-- Lester Bangs, Almost Famous
Saturday, January 31, 2004
Seeds Of Terror by Maria A. Ressa: Monocotyledon or Dicotyledon?
We had to attend, CNN’s Jakarta Bureau Chief, Maria Ressa’s book launching. The book was entitled “Seeds of Terror.” It was basically about the Al-Quaeda in Indonesia and how these terrorists are linked to the Philippines.
May Q & A portion. At ang tanong ko sana, “ Ahm, I just want to ask. Are they (books) Monocot or Dicot?” Pero baka ipabaril niya ako sa Al-Quaeda, tumahimik na lang ako.
At sabi ni Lawrence, “May sequel yung book. Ang mga title, “Roots of Terror,” “Stems of Terror,” at “Fruits of Terror.” May point siya…
After the long talk, autograph signing na. Instead na book, ang dala namin eh picture ng book. Eh makapal naman kami at iyon lang ang kailangan, sumige pa rin. When she was about to sign mine, she asked me, “ Are you interested in terrorism?”
I answered, “Actually I’m planning one…”
She looked intently at me and asked, “What?”
“I’m planning to bomb this (place) after the book launching.”
And all she can tell me is, “NO!”
She asked my name—Jaycee. J-A-Y-C-E-E.
“What an interesting name!” she said.
And when I got the picture, I read:
Thank you for coming and really—don’t join them!
What a day!!!
I had a class at 8:30 am and I came at 8:45. I checked the room and found out that no one is in yet. And I have not seen anyone in the lobby. I sat on the bench outside and I told I found out that the one beside me is a classmate, Mel. I asked her if she has seen anyone form the class and if the prof announced anything before I arrived. She said she has not seen anyone, too. And that she did not come to class the other week. I had to text another Mhel.
And she said the prof told us last week that we will start the class at 9:00!
The class eventually started before 10am. And after pretending that I was really listening, the professor said we may leave.
It was the 15th of December, Tuesday! Oblation run! Kate was outside and she was asking me if I would like to join her watch.
Eh bakit naman ako tatanggi?
Sumugod kami sa AS walk, kasama ang mga agents at mga bakla, humanap kami ng strategic na puwesto. At lahat tumitingin sa amin dahil ang ingay namin. Kasama kasi si Ryan, na ang goal ay…
“I shall see a dick before I graduate!”
Well, he saw many coz the APO passed three times. At first they were running, the second they were walking, and third they were running again. For that, I shall congratulate Ryan because someone pushed a runner who almost fell on him and her
At ang linya namin pag may nag-interview, “Well, effective naman ang yeast na ginamit sa pag-culture.”
Seeing those intimate parts was not definitely a sight to behold!
After watching Basei-Moi (Rape Me) what else could be worse? Later I met Albert online and he was asking me if I watched the run. He said his was bigger.
Eh sino ba namang lalake ang aaming mas maliit ‘yung sa kanya?
I wouldn’t know coz I have not seen any. At least privately.
Over na ang Oblation Run trauma…
Kailangan ko nang bumili ng Bible for my Aunt. Totoo!
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
by Max Ehrmann, 1927
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.
STRIVE TO BE HAPPY.
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Another letter for a lost friend...
i hate it when i read ur account...
just proves u were never really that bastard i considered u to be, for lying to me...
i hate it coz all those words that i've said before seem to fit u in every sense. and it strikes me that u were really someone i should have kept. i wanted to keep u then.
i still want to keep u now...
but how would i do it, when u do not want to...
i know i'll never find anyone like you... but i hope i can find someone better than you. i believe i deserve someone better. i ought to believe so...
for one last time i want to talk to you... ask what happened. was it my fault? what was wrong? what went wrong?
but all i can get are those empty stares... nameless messages...
i wonder if it was just my "keep people" nature that rules... or something else...
sa totoo lang, masyado kong ibinuhos ang sarili ko sa 'yo...
natatakot tuloy akong gawin ulit yon.
gustuhin ko mang hindi, nahihirapan ako...
pero ano pa ng aba magagawa ko... move on...
yun daw yung tama eh.
u made me realize how i could care...
u also made me realize how devastated i could get...
i hope someone teaches me how to let go...