“Television looks to be an absolute godsend for a human subspecies that loves to watch people but hates to be watched itself. For the television screen affords access only one way… I happen to believe this is why television also appeals so much to lonely people. To voluntary shut-ins. Every lonely human I know watches way more than the average U.S. six hours a day. The lonely, like the fictional, love one-way watching. For lonely people are usually lonely not because of hideous deformity or odor or obnoxiousness — in fact there exist today social and support groups for persons with precisely these features. Lonely people tend rather to be lonely because they decline to bear the emotional costs associated with being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.”

Foo Fighters — Long Road to Ruin

Here now don’t make a sound
Say have you heard the news today?
One flag was taken down to raise another in its place
A heavy cross you bear
A stubborn heart remains unchanged
No home, no life, no love, no stranger singing in your name
Maybe the season
The colours change in the valley skies
Dear God I’ve sealed my fate running through hell, heaven can wait
Long road to ruin there in your eyes under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead end in sight
Let’s say we take this town
No king or queen of any state
Get up to shut it down
Open the streets and raise the gates
I know one wall to scale
I know a field without a name
Head on without a care before it’s way too late
Maybe the season
The colours change in the valley skies
Oh God I’ve sealed my fate running through hell, heaven can wait
Long road to ruin there in your eyes under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead ends
For every piece to fall in place
Forever gone without a trace
Your horizon takes its shape
No turning back, don’t turn that page
Come now, I’m leaving here tonight
Come now, let’s leave it all behind
Is that the price you pay?
Running through hell, heaven can wait
Long road to ruin there in your eyes under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead ends
Long road to ruin there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead end in sight

The Strokes — Under Cover of Darkness

Slip back out of whack at your best
It’s a nightmare so I’m joining the army
No house phones but can I still call?
Will you wait for me now?
We got the right to live, fight to use it
Got everything but you can just choose it
I won’t just be a puppet on a string
Don’t go that way
I’ll wait for you
And I’m tired of all your friends listening at your door
I want what’s better for you
So long my friend and adversary
But I’ll wait for you
Get dressed, jump out of bed and do it best
Are you OK?
I’ve been out around this town
Everybody’s singing the same song for ten years
I’ll wait for you
Will you wait for me too?
And they sacrifice their lives in their land of all closed eyes
They’ve said it a billion times and they’ll say it again
So long my adversary and friend
Don’t go that way
I’ll wait for you
I’m tired of all your friends knocking down your door
Get up in the morning, yelling no more
So long my friend and adversary
I’ll wait for you

Queen and David Bowie — Under Pressure

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you
No man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
(That’s OK)
It’s the terror of knowing what the world is about
Watching some good friends screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn
Why why why
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure

“There is no way you are the pine-scented air.” Like. Here are a couple other good ones: Walking Across the Atlantic by Billy Collins, read by a three-year-old boy, and Poetry by Pablo Neruda, read by Miranda Richardson.

I missed the first three classes because I registered late.

First eight classes: Fiction
Middle seven classes: Poetry
Last eight classes: Creative non-fiction

Before the fiction section test, I asked for notes from one of the teaching assistants. I understand that students may approach the professor or either of the two TAs for any questions about the course. I didn’t need a consultation, just a copy of the lecture slides. Just send it to me by email, thank you. It should be quick and painless.

The TA told me to make a friend in class and then borrow notes from said friend.

Fuck that shit. I don’t need notes.

I got an A- in the test.

Di na ko nanonood ng Once Upon A Time, pati The Big Bang Theory at kahit Gossip Girl! House nalang ang natira.

Meron akong Netflix. Pinanood ko yung pilot ng Firefly, di ko natapos. Pinanood ko yung pilot ng Community, nakatulugan ko ata. Pinanood ko yung first two episodes ng Breaking Bad, ok naman pero di ako compelled panoorin pa.

Kagabi, sinimulan ko yung Dexter. Five episodes agad ang napanood ko, at tumigil lang ako dahil kailangan ko nang matulog dahil may pasok kinabukasan. Medyo napapa-internal-smirk ako dahil Dexter lang yung naka-grab ng attention ko. Hehe. Such darkness.

House: They’re wrong. I’m sorry.
Chase: Anything else? I’m kinda busy.

OMG who else understands the dynamic, the significance of these lines in House and Chase’s eight-year relationship?! I almost want to recover my Twitter account to directly tell the House writers and actors how awesome tonight’s episode was. Pero almost lang.

Marami nang nangyari mula nung huli akong nagkwento tungkol sa sarili ko. That was Nov. 28, 2011. Ok naman ako.

Roughing It by Mark Twain
The Memoirs of Gluckel of Hameln
The Chess Master by A Cheng
Dictee by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha
My Future is in America: Autobiographies
Solomon Maimon: An Autobiography
Gilmore Girls: I Love You, You Idiot (book)
Star Wars: Last of the Jedi Against the Empire (book)
Clara Callan by Richard B. Wright
The Breaking Point by Stephen Koch
Understanding Central America by John A. Booth et al.
16 Cuentos Latinoamericanos
English by Wang Gang
The Twelve Little Cakes by Dominika Dery
Calculus & Its Applications by Larry J. Goldstein et al.
La verdad bajo la tierra by Miquel Dewever-Plana
Operation board game
jigsaw puzzle of a picture of puppies
seasons 1 and 2 of the L Word
Motorcycle Diaries DVD
Serving Sara DVD
That Thing You Do VHS tape

I shot up
swooped down
gracefully
crashed

Which way
is
forward
does not matter
from above
or below

I know
I will still
keep dreaming
of snakes sliding
my legs running