A short list of plans

Since it's about time I got my head straightened out, let's move on to goal setting. Here's a short list of plans for the near future.

• FINISH REVISIONS, GET A FLAT ONE FOR MY THESIS
• Pass trigonometry
• Graduate (post graduation pictures on most social networking sites)
  
• Book a plane ticket to Manila
• Haul all of my stuff to a small flat along Taft
• Enroll in La Salle for my master's degree
• Caitlyn Bailey summer 2011 tour
• Release a couple of splits and a full-length
• Walk to school from that small flat along Taft
• Get master's degree
• Look for post-graduate courses on cultural studies or political psychology
• Get a PhD
• ???
• PROFIT

Torrents by district

Something new

Yes, that is a DIY YMTWTM! shirt I'm sporting. That however, is besides the point. I had my hair mangled a couple of weeks ago. Growing it out a bit, I decided to give it another go. I really like how this looks on me. Semi-skinhead around the sides and back but I get to keep my bangs.

Person most likely to uncover the meaning of life

You have this phenomenal knack for content analysis and for chrissake, anyone who could derive any degree of epistemological substance from a taong grasa deserves a fucking medal. You come up with the craziest points but somehow they make sense. It's uncanny. We should shoot something together someday. If anyone just so happens to discover the meaning of life by way of 'grasism' (the adoption of the taong grasa lifestyle), we all have this lovely individual to thank. You are a beautiful person and that mind of yours makes me want to ride a giraffe standing on the edge of a disproportionately small earth while grazing on the rings of Saturn with a burrito in my hand.

The indentured slavery of temporal narratives

You, it's always you. I'll see you again someday and by then I might have something good to say. Yeah, you're right, I've been scared all this time. I wish to not let this happen again. I hope seeing you clears that up. How long do I have to wait? I hope it's not that long. I've only been waiting forever. I'll wait until forever. I've gone this far and regardless, I guess there's no other way for me to go.

Do you still think of me? I don't want an answer. I just want you to be with me. At least once, I'd like for you to see me as I am. Not particularly overjoyed by your presence, not in pain over always having to leave. I'd like for you to see the me you never got to see when you were with me.

Give me a night in November to show you.

I used to see you everyday, now I want you to eat a sandwich and come back home

You have no idea. Crossing you everyday on the way in and out of school, seeing the places you go, thinking about how close you were at some point. It's just surreal how we just ended up talking now. Something draws me to you. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I believe we're meant for so much more than this. At least once while I'm here, come back home. I'll make up for all those times I could've just walked up to you.

We can't just be like this forever. Not after knowing you thought of me the same way I did of you. You were so close.

From the ends of convergent trajectories

Before I met my ex, I ran into you on some internet forum. I thought you were rather interesting and it frustrated me to no end, how you were dating someone at the time. Soon enough, we started talking again and I was tied down. Later on, that whole thing subsided and you just so happened to be with someone new. I find the whole play on availability increasingly humorous but at the end of the day, this whole irony would still beg the question, "what if it was you instead of her?"

Perhaps we will never know. As early as that first time you messaged me, up until the first time we met, all through that period of latency we had in between, all I ever wanted to be was to be a part of your life.

I'm now your daughter's godfather and sticking to the belief that real life is stranger than fiction, the absurdity just makes me smile. I guess I'm a part of your life. Just didn't see this coming. I miss you, B.