May 2013
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Anonymous asked: Hi Jerard! When will I read your next Young Blood entry? Hmmm.... And as a fellow Lamb, may I know your favorite Mariah Carey songs? (Of course, if it's okay with you) :):):) --your tumblr stalkee :*
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AFTER A WHILE (Veronica Shoftshall, 1971)
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of woman, not the grief of a...
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American Idol: The Trouble With Nicki Minaj (Dish...
LOS ANGELES, CALIF. — For 11 seasons, “American Idol” reigned supreme on television but they have not been without their missteps – the Corey Clarke/Paula Abdul debacle, Ellen DeGeneres’ odd one season stint, Kara DioGuardi’s ouster from the show, allegations of phone line hacking and power voting.
However, nothing has quite rattled the show like the addition of judge Nicki Minaj for Season...
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April 2013
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I cleaned the house today.
Of course, as always, I started with my bedroom. It was the most profound thing, looking at that ornate box under my bed. I was surprised at how oblivious I had become of its existence. I did the math using my hand. Six fingers—a finger for every month that has passed—that’s how long I had been sleeping on top of it.
I lifted the lid and sifted through the letters, the...
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myworldisblue asked: 44!
edgeofnirvana asked: 38 and 39. :D
czarkastik asked: 34!! makigulo lang JJ..haha
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potograpiyanilyle asked: 11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?
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3. The first morning we woke up together, I had watched the faint light filtered by the closed blinds hit your eyes as you opened them. Our skins—warm and dewy—were pressed together by the gravity from each beating heart.
The first morning I saw you, I knew that I had let you in completely into my world.
12. The last time I saw you, you were in the mall, stationary amidst the blurring Saturday...
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I should’ve left it at, how ya doin’?...
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Burning red taillights were in scarcity. This, I noticed as I held firmly the steering wheel. I checked the clock and my earlier observation suddenly made sense. 3:12 am and at 90 kph, the South Luzon Express Way was nothing but an occasionally blurring dark snake, tapering in front of me.
This was a rarity. My father’s the master driver in the family and between my brother and I, he’d pick my...
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“Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Vacant inside, no one was there Couldn’t be...
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It wasn’t enough. You destroyed the door to my gilded room and found me in a sacred coil, but that wasn’t enough. See, it wasn’t the room that needed trenchant infiltration, it was my heart. But what you didn’t know was I hid it somewhere safe—not in the room, not in the house, not in the garden with the thorny roses. So what you were groping at was nothing but a void—that’s why you never had...
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strfvckr asked: 25
between-ink-and-paper asked: 1, 11, 12, 15 :)
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Clearly, you can’t do what I do and I’m pretty sure that for a prolonged period of time, you’ll be spending your days emulating me and every little thing that I do. You will be a shadow, the dust that I set off as I speed ahead, sorely lagging behind.
But do you know what stops me from caring or even noticing? It is the knowledge that there is before you a great precipice. I am...
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