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undateable

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Oh my god, I super love Frances Ha. I’ve been taking my sweet time in seeing this one but damn it I’m glad I saw it tonight. I’ve been having a crappy night and I needed something to, um, cheer me up at least. It’s about this girl, a dancer, named Frances, who is 27 years old, who still doesn’t have her shit together. I can’t write lucidly about it now because I’m drunk but then it’s actually a simple movie. That’s it, Frances can’t get her shit together but by the end of the movie she sort of does. And I love the dialogues particularly this one:
“It's that thing when you're with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it... but it's a party... and you're both talking to other people, and you're laughing and shining... and you look across the room and catch each other's eyes... but - but not because you're possessive, or it's precisely sexual... but because... that is your person in this life. And it's funny and s…

rilke says wait lang

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8.30am. i fell asleep when we somewhere in timog. i remember my seatmate then was a guy who i wished was cute sana. there were a few cute men i saw on the bus who for a moment i thought would take the seat beside me. but no even they shun me at this godawful hour. must be my scowl? nang magising ako nasa cubao palang kami at babae na ang katabi ko. she's sleeping as well and something's telling me it might be you was playing on the radio. na-depressed ako. the situation could be a start of a romcom and i was sharing the moment with a girl. when i got in a cab in ortigas an hour later my favorite jonalyn viray song came on the radio. naalala ko tuloy si dennis, crying oh so cutely without any tears habang sinusunog niya ang pictures nila ni tom. what is up with today? i feel like i'm living out someone else's love life. 
but that's good right? at least im not the one personally pining. 
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11am. bill murray says that you have to live the moment. Be alive and learn to…

Time to take out the corduroys and the flannel shirts and Doc Marten boots

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I just had a long day. Well, not naman that long but I had to wake up early to go the office. The vehicles were stuck somewhere in Edsa and I had to haul myself up to the MRT station just so I could arrive in Ortigas before the boss does. Mrt in the morning. Oh god, I just can’t deal with it. I just can’t. And I’m sure neither can you. But damn it, we live in a country where there’s too much inefficiency and corruption and utter stupidity that our brains had already turned into mush no? At the office I spent the whole day struggling to piece together words to create a cumulative effect. Sometimes when I stare at my own words long enough I start to see abstract shapes that would probably only make sense if something is unlocked in the brain. I actually like what I’m doing. Earlier during a yosi break I started thinking of going back to print full time. It didn’t help that I was thinking of this someone and his face kept ping-ponging inside my head, making me eat my cuticles. As the aft…

manila on some days

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The cafe was considered hip by Manila standards: subdued lighting, candles on the table, abstract paintings on the wall, and a space not bigger than a storage room. Greggy, alone and lonesome, fiddled with his spoon until the wine arrived.
Merci, he said out of habit.
He took a sip out of his rather tepid red wine. He would’ve loved to pair this one with a cigarette if only smoking wasn’t barred in the premises. Tentatively, he looked around the empty cafe. No one was there except for an affam who was lazily eating his sandwich at the far end of the room. He then turned his eyes to the glass window and stared at the passing cars. That particular night, Manila was sweltering with the heat crawling in the ground on all fours. He could feel the heat even now in this insulated space.  Where is he? He wondered. Did he lose his way again? He took another sip. He could already feel the heat rising from his body, turning his pale complexion into something close to tangerine. He looked at his …