"Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?

Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could."

-W.J.  (via strawberrytelle)

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You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.


Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

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-Rosemarie Urquico  (via bookies-alya-avocado)

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My babies. My advisory class… Grade 2-St. Thomas :) #teacher #grade2 #babies

My babies. My advisory class… Grade 2-St. Thomas :) #teacher #grade2 #babies


Sabi nila mahirap daw magmahal ng teacher.

Siguro nga mahirap…. Lalo na kung gusto mo ng mahabang time para makasama siya. Mostly kasi kaming mga guro we submit ourselves to our profession. Yung tipong paasok ka wala pang araw, uuwi ka wala ng araw.Tapos pag-uwi mo, marami pang chechekan. Lalo na kung nasa primary grade ka, kasi di pa naman sila marunong mag check.

Siguro nga mahirap…Kasi mahirap kaming kausapin, lalo na kapag may klase. Kasi hindi ka naman pwedeng sumagot ng phone calls, text and all ng basta basta.

Siguro nga mahirap…Kasi sabi ng iba, nakaka intimidate daw. Kasi parang masusungit o kaya masaydong matatalino.

Pero sa totoo lang, masarap magmahal ng teacher….

Masarap magmahal ng teacher… Kasi bukod sa magpagmahal sila sa mga bata, magaling silang mag multi task. Meaning, kahit sa sobrang dami nilang ginagawa they can always find time for you. At dahil dun, mararamdaman mong special ka talaga sa kanya kahit wala kang dalawang scoop ng ice cream o itlog na maalat.

Masarap magmahal ng teacher…Kasi may walking encyclopedia ka na.Joke! de, dahil marami kang matutunan sa kanya. Although di naman kami perfect at di namin alam lahat ng bagay sa mundo. Pero we can always find interesting topic to talk about.

Masarap magmahal ng teacher…Kasi bukod sa mapagmahal sila, maalaga sila. Isipin mo kung ilang mga bata ang kaya niyang alagan. So pano ka pa na nag iisa lang? ;)

Pero ang gusto ko lang talagang sabihin, naghahanap po ako ng boyfriend. HAHAHAHAHAHHA. Joke! De, sabaw post lang to.

Good night :*


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If you want a quality guy, be a quality girl.

Yeahhhh. After hearing these words from Bogs, everything changed. As in. Yung tipong para akong napalaya sa sumpa ni Bipolar. The curse was broken. Finally.And this time, seryoso na ako. Plus sobrang naging busy ako sa career kaya nawalan na rin ako ng oras para isipin siya. Hmm. Actually, nagkaron siya ng girlfriend, not sure tho if they’re still together, but he’s still texting me. Para magkita kami and all. Tapos madalas, nagkukunwari akong nawrong wrong send, tapos pa sweet so he assumed na may boyfriend ako which is very effective kasi para siyang ewan na nagmamakaawa sa akin para lang magkita kami for the last time. Which I decline, of course.

So anyway, balik tayo sa quote. It made me realize na there are many things to think about instead of wasting my time playing with this dick. Na kapag succesful ka, sa career and all, madali na lang humanap ng taong magmamahal sayo at mamahalin mo rin. Why setttle for that douche kung meron pang much better? It is not the end of the world. I’m just wasting time. Kaya ngayon, eto na ko. Inee A. Martinez, version 2.0. Pinagtibay ng panahon. Wiser, Braver, Bolder! Hahahahaha.

Mas marami pang adventure, people to know ang pwedeng mangyari sa 2014. Yeah. And of course, board exams. And Mag totop ako. Mark my word ;)


Hi Tumblr, it’s been a while.

Yeah, I’ve been hiatus for almost 6 months. And those months are really tough. ‘Coz yer know, I’m kinduhh like had my off-campus training and I was already employed month after graduation. Would you believe? And now, I’m having conyewwww problems? So, WTF am I saying?! HAHAHAHAHAHA.

So ayun na nga, after graduation netong October, nagkatrabaho na agad ako ng first week ng November. Ambilis no? Parang kelan lang estudyante pa ako, ngayon ako na ang teacher. Actually, adviser ako sa Grade 2 and I’m handing Grade 2 and Grade 3 Math plus club adviser din ako ng Boy scout. Bwahahaha. Ang funny talaga nun :)))))

Anyways, I really missing writing stuffs, oohh, ooh, I mean STUFF here on my blog. (And putang ina may nag kanyon sa labas, I almost died!Hahaha)

So ayun. Will post some things later. After some few minutes I guess. I’m in the mood for writing e. Hahahaha :)


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Dear Papa,

Hello po. Ilang linggo na lang malapit na po ako grumaduate ng college. Alam mo po, nung isang araw, habang nakasakay ako sa jeep galing Cubao pauwi ng bahay, ang dami kong naalala. Nostalgic feeling kumbaga. And naramdaman kong sobrang miss na po kita. Kaya nga po ako ng text sa’yo all of a sudden. Wala lang, naalala ko lang po bigla nung bata pa kami ni ate, na ang pinakamalapit na mall na pinupuntahan natin ay SM-Cubao, yung tipong Php 4.50 pa lang po yung pamasahe sa jeep. Nalala ko rin po yung mga times na masaya at buo pa po tayo. Yung mga times na palagi nyo kaming ginagala sa Fiesta Carnival tapos kakain sa Kipps, dun sa food court ng SM.

Actually, habang nagrereminisce po ako, bigla akong napaluha. Tapos inaalala ko po yung mga times na kasama po kita. Yung masaya tayo nina mommy. Alam nyo po, papa, kahit na nalaman ko po yung mga katarantaduhan mo, di ko po maalis yung image na nabuo sa akin nung bata pa po ako. Yung papa/daddy na inispoiled ako. Yung papa na lagi pong nasa graduation or recognition ko. Hindi ko po talaga maabsorb na, ganito-ganyan ka po pala.

Nung nagkaron na po ng legal keme yung separation nyo, sinasabi ko po na wala akong galit na nararamdaman sa inyo. Pero sinasabi ko lang po pala yun kasi, deep down, there’s some hatred din po pala. Pero parang hindi naman po ganun ka intense. 

Naiiyak na naman po ako. Kasi naman nararamdaman ko, di ka pwedeng makattend ng grad ko. Ewan. Basta. Di ko na lam kung saan to papunta.


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I wish I can talk with my bestfriend right now.

Tang ina. Naiiyak ako. Seryoso. This is the first time that I feel this kind of feeling which I can’t describe with my long time barkada. I just feel, that I don’t belong. Not that I-don’t-belong-I-feel-left-out kind of feeling. But I-don’t-belong-no-one-understands-me- and I-don’t-belong-so-fucking-tired-of-being-drunkard- feeling.

Yeah. So tired of being the one who always understands. Nakakaasar lang yung ganung feeling e. Na lagi ka na lang na go-go with the flow. Hinde ba pwedeng minsan, ikaw naman magdesisyon? Hindi ba pwedeng minsan pagbigyan naman yung mga gusto mo? Putang ina kasi di ba? Imagine, sa loob ng almost 5 years, every weekend wala ng inatupag kundi alak?

"Di ka pa ba sanay?"

"Matik na yan!"

"Nabuhay ka sa barakadang to na alak ang tinutunga mo."

"It’s not OUR thing. Alam mong alak ang kasama natin palagi."

"It’s not MY thing kasi e."

Fuck that reasons. Fuck that reasoning you have! Shit, please.

Ano?Kapag di sumama magagalit? Putang ina. May mga bagay na minsan ikaw na lang ang may trip. Puta, be mature enough. Grow up!


Nagkasundo din. Palibhasa pareho kayong tulog eh. Lol! #pets #puppy #maltipoo #shihtzu (at Kaharian ng Berbanya)

Nagkasundo din. Palibhasa pareho kayong tulog eh. Lol! #pets #puppy #maltipoo #shihtzu (at Kaharian ng Berbanya)


Pesto Aligue, Puttanesca,Pasta Marinara at Puttanesca ulit. Hahaha! #midnightsnack #foodtrip #casafeliz #pasta (at Casa Feliz)

Pesto Aligue, Puttanesca,Pasta Marinara at Puttanesca ulit. Hahaha! #midnightsnack #foodtrip #casafeliz #pasta (at Casa Feliz)


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