“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via observando)
“When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need editing? Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying they will tell us that we make sense? She doesn’t always make sense but I swear to God, her imperfections are the things that I love about her the most. I don’t know when I will be married, I don’t know where I will be married, but I do know this: whenever I’m asked to describe my future wife, I do so as best as I can and every single time, she sounds a lot like you. Every single time, she sounds a lot like you.”—Rudy Francisco, “A Lot Like You” (via makelvenotwar)
Let me tell you about the day I met her. It was exactly two years ago, a Monday. I agreed to meet up with a friend at a local coffee shop. I was actually too lazy to go out, but somehow I was convinced. I really don’t have Monday classes, so I was still in town that day. It was all a matter of chance.
I knew I was going to be introduced to someone, though I didn’t know yet that she would be a significant person. She was, I thought, just someone who slightly resembled a friend from high school; she would be my friend, too, at most.
I went there wearing plain clothes, something we still laugh about now. If I knew it was going to be a life-changing kind of day, I would have at least worn shorts that weren’t knee-length, and also definitely not a shirt that says “Baguio City.”
I greeted her, and honestly my first reaction was that, “OMG she does look like my high school batchmate!” I sat beside her, being the friendly person that I am. I was interested in her, but not yet in that special way. I just thought she seemed cool.
We talked non-stop. I was unconsciously disappointed when it was time for her to leave for her exam. And yes, she had an exam that day. I was the talkative girl who disturbed her peace while she was reviewing.
The best part of it all, probably, was when she asked for my number. I didn’t, at first, question my own excitement at being able to extend our conversation. I did, eventually, because the next day I realized I couldn’t stop smiling and thinking about her.
Now, it’s March 5 again. Two years later. And I am very much in love with her.
“The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours”—Alan Bennett, The History Boys: The Film (via observando)
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.”—"Wild Geese," Mary Oliver (via plantstem)
It is easier, not knowing too much about an issue. This is something I learned after the results of our university elections were released. I don’t feel like elaborating, but I just want to express my disappointment. It’s not about being a sore loser, because I didn’t run or actively campaign for anyone. You can say I’m just a regular student, really. But I voted, and I hoped certain people will win.
They say it shouldn’t be about the colors, or the parties, and I agree. Of course it shouldn’t be about the colors. But it definitely should be about their stand on issues - issues that concern us, as students, and as citizens of this country. Like I said, I’m not an expert on this, or as active as others are. All I know, though, is what they say they fight for, and what they answered to questions regarding things that I believe are important. That’s just it.
It’s just sad that… Apparently, the majority of students think that certain fights should be given more weight than those that I wish we were instead focusing on. I don’t even know as much as some other students (and I admire them) but I think I know enough to believe in what these students are fighting for. We owe them. They’re the ones we see on the streets, along with the marginalized. They’re the ones who want us all to have real access to education, which we deserve as supposedly “Iskolars.” They’re the ones who sacrifice their time, energy, and even their safety just so we could at least come close to tasting the rights we should be enjoying as citizens of this country. Yet a lot of us do not think they deserve to lead us. Perhaps this is because we are afraid to believe, or we’ve been brainwashed to think, that their fights are futile. Or, even more saddening, is that maybe some of us do not care to know if these fights are worth it.
We are smart. We have to be, because we are here. It doesn’t end there, though. Because to deserve the status that we are proud of, to deserve being in this university, we must also be brave and daring. We must also know that learning doesn’t end inside our classrooms, and no, it’s not limited to the libraries or this thing we call the Internet. We are here because the country needs us, no matter how that seems a bit to heavy to bear, and a little too idealistic. We should fight for our rights, and for our other countrymen’s, simply because it’s our duty to think and see beyond what is being fed to us by the system, and to resist if we need to. Because we are here (and we love to claim this) to “serve the people.”