whassup

excerpt from Moonbeam by Louise Glück, published on The American Poetry Review Vol. 30 No. 1.
image: dg, 2013

The usual Tumblr experience: casually browsing my dashboard then finding gems like this quote. There is just something about it that caught my attention. I, too, want to understand this existence. Questions like "Why am I here?" "What is my purpose?" etc are ever-present in my mind. The why's, what's, how's. Questions. Too many questions.

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Today is Tuesday, September 17th. Non-working holiday because some guy named Francisco Makabulos was born today and according to historians he did heroic shit and for some reason our President thought that's reason enough to declare that the people of Tarlac do not have to go to work today so we (err, they. haha.) can celebrate the day good ole Francisco first saw the light of the day. Meh. I don't really believe in heroes now idk. Maybe I am jaded. Because ehh. I don't know. Anyway. Things I did today (from 00:00h): talked about life with Eve until 3am, mindless internet browsing until 4am, slept until 9:30-ish, posted shit on twitter and read other people's tweets, went to parents' room and pissed mom off because of things (ha I am such an expert at that), slept again, had lunch, fangirled about indie bands with Star and Jojo on Twitter, listened to several bands on Grooveshark, slept again, downloaded ebooks, had dinner, mindless internet browsing again (and found the quote above), looked up poetry, doodled stuff on Sketches app, logged in to Photobucket and viewed old pictures (can you believe pictures taken from 2006 are considered old now oh god), now on Blogger thinking of stuff to post (95% of my blogs are written without a topic in mind or an outline or anything I just type shit down as my brain fires up thoughts), listening to music on my iTunes.

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(may or may not have posted this to show the world that I am not as whiny and dramatic and sad as this blog might make it seem) (but i am?) (today is alright though) (ish) (ehh) (idk) (i fucking love parentheses oh my god) (bye)