The test of real literature is that it will bear repetition. We read over the same pages again and again, and always with fresh delight.

~Samual McChord Crothers

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On the same day as last year, we went to the same place, to attend the same occasion.

But there was something different this time around.

OMFG I HAD THE BEST LECHON EVER. EVERRRRRRR. FUCK ALL THE BAD CHOLESTEROL, WHO CARES, I WAS EATING THE GOD OF ALL FATTY FOODS – AND IF I DIE DUE TO SOME  BLOCKED ARTERY, I’LL DIE A HAPPY MAN, GASTRONOMICALLY IN HEAVEN.

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And I finished reading A Streetcar Named Desire today! Amazing play. I love all the sybolisms used in the play; they mainly touch on the ubiquitous theme of appearance versus reality. I love how the stark contrast between two different American cultures were immortalized in the characters of Blanche DuBois and Stanley Kowalski. I love how the book relates to the two other plays we’ve already learned for the closed-book written English IB exam, Antigone and A Doll’s House. AMAZING! I should be making notes about Streetcar soon and start comparing it and drawing parallels with the other aforementioned plays. I’m already beginning to draw in my mind awesome connections among the male characters Creon (Antigone), Torvald (Doll’s) and Stanley (Streetcar), and female characters Antigone, Nora, and Blanche. The only thing I have to do now is to write them down on paper to make them tangible evidences of my ‘productive’ holiday (and to reduce the load of my incapacitated brain because memory space is kind of scarce these days).

Hahaha who knew that a person like me, known last year for having no interest at Literature at all, would actually begin to embrace and appreciate the subject? Mrs. Hammond will surely smile from ear to ear if she discovers this new-found interest of mine.

Oh pardon me, it’s a Sunday on a holiday and my brain is not working properly.

Once upon time in facebookland, I catch Village Woman performing sacred village ritual. She come around sing ritual song. She brandishing and stroking rattan stick on top of green ritual table, hitting offertory balls incredible precision accuracy with “piak! piak!” sound – unparalleled masterstroke, feat beyond imagination of human… shooting into ritual pits like size of Jose mouth (facebook profile must see), tunnel through wood my nature friends call mahogany very thick sacred, leading to offertory reservoir, where they be ready collection to make happy the angry gods.

For the benefit of your eyesight,

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Holiday. Any sort of holiday at any time of the year. The longer it takes, the more boring it gets. The more repetitive and unalluring life becomes. The more reason for me to go back to school. Insurmountably though, that as another school term commences and progresses, the feeling of wanting the next holiday to arrive builds up. Every school day becomes a day of wishing and longing for every school day to just be a holiday instead. 

Why am I so hard to please.

And yeah, Jose, I was just kidding.

 

School bags.

I have always wondered if this woman has ever thought of bringing one huge Samsonite luggage instead of four small bags.
I miss De Casalle and SJI International, and my Singaporean and non-Singaporean friends, although it has only been less than a week.
Nevertheless, it’s so good to be back home, so good to be able to be with my family and my Filipino friends. (: