Burlesk Bangus

Ito ang lugar kung saan ang lahat ng bagay na bumibisita sa aking kaisipan ay inilalapat sa pamamagitan ng pagsusulat.

Ako si Alden, mula sa siyudad ng Valenzuela. Paborito ko ang mga bandang Eraserheads, Franco, Pupil, Sugarfree, Taken By Cars, Typecast, Urbandub, at mga libro na tulad ng Kikomachine Komix, Pugad Baboy, Beerkada, mga libro nina Bob Ong. Eros S. Atalia, Haruki Murakami, Paulo Coelho, Dan Brown, at marami pang iba. Mahilig ako sa cheeseburger, pizza, shawarma, chocolate at iced coffee.

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All you ever wanted was love but you never looked hard enough. It’s never gonna give in itself up.

Infatuation was a good thing. It gave spice to life, and added to its enjoyment, but it was different from love. Love was worth everything, and couldn’t be exchanged for anything.

I may not care about how I look, but I care that I am heard.

Minsan, hindi mo maiiwasang tamaan sa mga post dito sa Tumblr kahit hindi naman ikaw ‘yung pinatatamaan.

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Game Over. Thank you for playing with me. You may now take your daggers away off my heart and go back to start, bitch.

Ang bawat libro ay maliit na litrato ng utak ng tao.

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

Only bad books have good endings. If a book is any good, it’s ending is always bad - because you don’t want the book to end.


There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

Books… They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in their jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you’re off on a journey of exploration and discovery.

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