December 2011
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cat lady dreams
Our cat is a cannibal.
She has yellow fur speckled with black, and she purrs like a vibrating violin. Two days ago, her belly fat with babies, she waddled over to the back of the house, and sat on a pile of old newspapers. After a few minutes, without much ado, she expelled seven kittens from her body as easily as if they were air exhaled from an unknotted balloon.
One of her kittens came out...
filed under stupid things my boyfriend makes me...
“Greene’s “dual-process theory” of moral decision-making posits that rationality and emotion are recruited according to the circumstances, with each offering its own advantages and disadvantages. He likens the moral brain to a camera that comes with manufactured presets, such as “portrait” or “landscape,” along with a manual mode that requires photographers to make adjustments on their own....
nerdgasms and other things
At some point this afternoon, I quietly left the best friend reading/studying/cyber-flirting at Starbucks so I could go home and immerse myself in an intercontinental viewing of the Doctor Who Christmas Special with my boyfriend.
I called him on my magic phone, and we watched it together. Yes, there was giddiness. Yes, there was a brisk trade in sweet nothings wrapped in obscure show lore...
“I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in...”
– Charles Bukowski (via larmoyante)
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I think maybe Bukowski had dysthymia too.
okay, i'll play
Worst tattoo I’ve ever seen… Well, I once dated a guy who had Rutherford’s model of the atom tattooed on his back. Kind of like this illustration, but all in one color, and just incredibly badly done.
It stretched from just below the nape of his neck to just above the line of his hips. When I asked him about it, he told me he got it when he was seventeen. Back then, he had...
driving and dissing: thinking out loud
Over pizza, I told N about a conversation I had with a friend of mine, regarding the race question in women’s studies, and the over-all whiteness of mainstream feminist literary theory, and how I realized I had a complete lack of an instinctive racial reaction to that whole debate.
Growing up in an ethnically homogenous environment (Manila) meant that I was never “other” in...
“If white American feminist theory need not deal with the differences between us,...”
– Audre Lorde (via thethirddecade1121)
vain rant
I have a ton of work to do, but I’m on my way to the salon to get my hair done for a wedding, so all I can think about is how I keep on dyeing my hair black, and how it still keeps on going back to this stupid reddish brown color. I just want dark hair.
This morning, I’m just a vain, shallow girl.
Dear Mark,
Today I whipped out my galaxy tab to show a Seoul-based Dutch journalist, a vaguely gay boy from London, and a Swiss-German halfbreed my favorite picture of you.
You may be happy to note that this accomplished two things:
#1: Cessation of inadvertent flirting.
#2: Production of annoyingly goofy grin on this author’s face.
Love, W
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and he said london
“It’s like he would take a photograph of her, and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it…
I just think it’s bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is. And I think it’s bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is...
“But the first lesson reading teaches is how to be alone.”
– Jonathan Franzen, How to Be Alone: Essays
Rant: for N.
N wants me write about my chat-conversation with a sex worker friend of ours, and I will, but first I will have to rant about the fact that MY best friend has been laboring under the delusion that my great novel - the one I have been working on for ages - has only one dream in life, and that is to be the next Twilight.
Seriously, I don’t know how this can be. I don’t know why he...
“Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is
to watch the year repeat its...”
– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via proustitute)
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“‘Revenge is a dish best served cold’ and ‘Revenge is...”
– Doranne Lim, Facebook chats
Anonymous asked: I know you've mentioned that you travel a lot, but you never say what cities you've been to. So where have you been?
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in memory of houses
My house is a crazy house.
It has stairs that lead to other stairs. And doors that only open to tiny halls. There is a deck on the roof that’s visited by the bats who live in a nearby mango tree.
People get lost within its walls not because of size, but because of a lack of logic. Steps seem to spin to bathrooms that shouldn’t be there. From the kitchen, there is a little alley...
The visual truth of Barbie →
The first part reads like the science fiction I used to devour in high school. The second, like an excerpt from science journals I still trawl on the interwebs. And the third makes me think of cafe discussions I could have with my fantastically named best friend.
Obviously, I had to reblog.
bobulate:
A group of Swedish neuroscientists determined that the perception of your whole body is...
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writing break
I think being able to write also means being able to accept both sentiment and the sentimental. Being unafraid of declarations, of vulnerability, of trickling, and shuddering violently.
We’ve put a premium on the jaded and the cynical. We’re cautious of soft insides, of things that are beating and bleeding. And yet, when we’re alone, we think the messy, desperate thoughts...
Anonymous asked: I used to follow you a few years ago on wordpress. And then you disappeared for awhile and resurfaced on blogger. And then you disappeared again. And now -stroke of luck- I happened to find you here. I don't know, just wanted to say that. I'm not on tumblr, so I can't really reblog or whatever, but I wanted to let you know that I feel like I found a long lost friend.
year endings
1.) For reasons too complex to relate, it looks like I’ll be spending my autumns and springs in the US - with tiny sidetrips to Europe, and winters and summers in Asia, for a while. I like the commute, but I have to say, it kind of wreaks havoc on my romantic relationships.
2.) Finishing my novel, finally. Anxious. Nervous. Pretty soon, it’s all going to be on the agent. It...
“In the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that...”
– Philip K Dick (via neil-gaiman)
stop praying for me already
This is a letter I got from an aunt of mine. It’s like she’s writing to a person who doesn’t even exist, because this is pure bollocks. I’m sharing this, because I’ve just about had it with people who want to save my soul. Go save someone who cares.
I don’t really know if you bother reading my e-mails to you. But, because I love you, I do keep trying. ...
brit and smiles
“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.” — Anais Nin
Sometimes, I read past entries for introspective inspiration. Sometimes, it still surprises me how quickly my life can change; how so many things can happen in such brief periods of time, how people can become so integral to my life so suddenly.
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