My Best Friend the Harlot, Season 2, Special Episode Title: The Best of My Best Friend the Harlot 1. MLQ: I want have a haircut like that. *points at a guy* Me: Go for it MLQ: Yea, I like that. But I wont be like him. Me: Why? MLQ: Kasi pangit siya at gwapo ako. Mas bagay sa akin ang hair na ganyan. Me: You know thats somebodys son. MLQ: I dont care. Hoy! *Guy is actually has his back turned and is busy studying* Pangit ka! 2. Me: Did you see [person who broke my heart]? MLQ: Who is that? Me: You know [gives physical description]. MLQ: No. I dont remember. Me: You can memorize dates and peoples names better than me. How can you not remember? MLQ: No space in my memory for pangit people. 3. In a train in Taipei. Me: I think we missed our stop. MLQ: *frowns and gives his mataray look* No we did not *looks at the map and stands up* We missed our stop. _____________________ To the malandi guy I have shared eight passport stamps with (with the ninth one very soon). We will always be opposites: Ateneo vs La Salle; Xavier vs Magneto; iPhone vs Samsung; German intelletcuals vs French philosophers; melancholia vs sanguine; Romy vs Michelle. Of these, I believe that our biggest tension has to do with the artistic energy we adhere to: Apollonian vs Dionysian - the necessity of occasional chaos, the playfulness of structure. As in the oldest artistic truths, the greatest of things are formed not by singularity but by the balance of extremes. Happy birthday, harlot. To the cities we have yet to explore, the food we will still consume with gastronomical pleasure, the eyecandies we have yet to consume with our gazes, and the million and one stars that constellate and guide us in our geographic and metaphysical travels with friends and family.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 16:22:15 +0000
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