Archive for February, 2008
My most literal metaphor yet.
Imagine a world where people were born with their hearts outside their chests. Do this minus the blood, come on, you’ll be alright.
So. People. Hearts outside their chests. People tying them up in pretty chains, people walking down the streets with their Hearts hanging from their necks, beating gorgeously under the sun, and oh, the fine tickle of wind on a lovely day. Yes.
the guys at smith mag have noticed!
thanks for noticing man, we were just way too thrilled to have received a copy of the book. and now, oh, fantabulous magazine linkage, making heads explode everywhere with geeky glee, yeah.
p.s. and oh, btw, this cartoon is hers, not mine. i regret not having indicated earlier. i’m not nearly as brilliant in photoshop. (prolly why i look better in cartoon, heh.)
first off, hope you all had a fantabulous valentine’s day celeb, single or no
spent better part of last night/early morning at the University Student Council-sponsored Friday edition of this year’s (centennial) UP Fair. less than stellar band line up, i admit, but nothing beats Sunken Garden grass and the company of friends, old and new. feels a lot like coming home =)
it’s overwhelming actually, walking around the booths, inhaling all that is familiar - the mixed scents of grass, cigarettes and isaw and other inihaws everywhere - and getting all these calls and hugs from people i once knew. old friends and orgmates i hadn’t seen in a while, hugged in a while. it’s absolutely amazing. (”ate kate?” my girlfriend would rib me every now and then. what could i do, they were kids once, you know.) trust the UP fair to be a somewhat venue for catching up. heh. plus: PERYA! haha.
parang nananadya lang hahaha - someone just posted the LONGEST quote-post quoting practically everything heartripping in jeanette winterson’s written on the body.
naaalala ko to e (kung pwede ko lang sulatan yung libro, sinulatan ko malamang):
I don’t lack self-confidence but I’m not beautiful, that is a word reserved for very few people, people such as Louise herself. I told her this.
‘You can’t see what I can see.’ She stroked my face.
‘You are a pool of clear water where the light plays.’
oha. *insert moment of kilig here*
OST for this moment: jose gonzalez - heartbeats
(cryptic l word s5e04 spoiler after)