3. Of a person: that engages in an activity or occupation by night; preferring to be active at night.
Love, Poetry and Grey’s Anatomy
Friday, March 27, 2009
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese: XLIII
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Thursday is the best day of the week for me. Why? Because THURSDAY is Grey’s Anatomy night!!! I’m not a die-hard fan of the show but I won’t admit that I don’t enjoy it. The episode tonight was not that heavy in comparison to other episodes. On a scale from 1-10, where 10 means above-average and 1 means poor, how would I rate this episode? I’d probably give it about a 6, borderline average so to speak. Nevertheless the ending still caught me pointblank. Derick and Merideth are finally engaged… wooopie-doodle-dooo… however, I don’t really care too much about their love tandem… I just liked how the engagement was set up. It was not overly done rather, it was…
Simple, sweet and sincere…
That’s how (more…)
Gargoyles: Artistic Immortality Trapped In Stone
Saturday, March 21, 2009
“Every great writer may be at once known by his guiding the mind far from himself, to the beauty which is not of his creation, and the knowledge which is past his finding out.”
~John Ruskin, Modern Painters
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These past few days have really taken a toll on me. It is March Madness once again. A time for students to wake up from procrastination and smell the scent of upcoming deadlines, endless essay papers, business projects, lab reports- all just seem to make you want to take a hammer and swing it on your head. I have been so used to getting adequate amount of sleep that I forgot for one brief moment how it is like to operate with barely 4 hours clocked-in. It is just so nice to wake up and see charcoal-coloured circles under one’s eye. At one point, I had to rattle my brain to try and remember if I was able to wash off my mascara… The circles were so dark, it looked as if I was recovering from a fist fight gone bad. Even cosmetic concealers were not up for the job.
File Disorganization: one of the pitfalls of being an English Literature Major
I wish I can take a (more…)
In the Cocoon: the Path to Metamorphosis
Saturday, March 7, 2009“Nature never set forth the earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done…
Nature is brazen, the poets only deliver a golden.”
~Sir Philip Sidney, The Defense of Poesy
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Something undeniably weird just happened… I realized, I cannot seem to write poetry these past few days… But that’s not really the problem I’m pertaining to because ironic as it may sound, I actually like it. For years, I have been using poetry as an emotional shield, where I can just easily write and hide my feelings without having to feel so vulnerably open. My poems are not easily understood by many. Heck, I don’t even know if anyone understood them at all. Reading my past writings, however, has made me realize how much I have grown as a person these past few years, from that time when I completed my first ever poem back as a highschool freshmen in Manila. I remember using the simpliest sentence arrangements (more…)
A Short and Simple Thought Regarding Sexual Equality
Thursday, March 5, 2009 If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, Act III.i
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For centuries, the idea of homosexuality created havoc within religious communities and became a sort of taboo in society. Yesterday, I wrote a short blog on equality between men and women. It did not occur to me how I have, for a moment, forgot those who are still fighting to be recognized in their own rightfully chosen genders. Homosexuals have now taken over the fight for equality which women have previously done. Although the legal system of today’s society is much more keen to listen to these types of protest, conservatism still plays a big role in its deliverance. We have been taught, after all, from infancy that there are only (more…)
Insomnia: On Exam and Oven Suicides
Wednesday, March 4, 2009 The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Went to bed at 2:30am.
Still awake at 4am.
Exam in less than 8hrs.
Hating insomnia right now.
Will undeniably flunk Romanticism and Victorian Literature classes.
Might eventually lead to academic probation again.
Failing life is not an option.
Must resist failure at all cost.
Remembered failure is twice as expensive.
Need to stop thinking.
Brain going into overload and will shut down soon.
Having thoughts about Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath.
Plath’s head-inside-oven definitely wins over Woolf’s drowning suicide.
Oven = baking = cookies.
Sudden urge to start baking now.
Then remembered exam is in few hours.
Brain finally tired from too much contemplation.
Do not want to be like Plath.
Sir Sleep now comes.
Mistress Alarm arrives in T-3 hrs.
Now I go sleep.
That is all.
Adieu.
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