Pan de Sal and all that Looove!

Sometimes, 80's love songs are the BEST. No. 80's love songs are ALWAYS the best! Spent the whole afternoon yesterday reading at east/west. (For you manila peeps, it's a cafe that's a block or  two away from my old grade school. And yes, I think, it was inspired by Salman Rushdie's book of stories [story book?]) And the background music to all the pretentious discourse on the body and sensus communis was exactly that: unrequited love, undying love, basta LOVE! GANDA! Allowed me to breeze through three chapters, two cups of coffee (no sleep later that night), and a guy on a bike selling pan de sal (biking biking biking! bilis niya!) 

New judgments on literature: 
1. I think the reason why people don't read poetry is because a lot of the poetry that's being written these days (and have been written in tihe past) is boring. 
2. Fatima-Lim in Crossing the Snow Bridge lies. She just lies. I felt I was lied to. 
3. Ok, so I'm guilty (re: #1) and am glad I finally realized (re:#2). So god, put me in a box, load me on a truck of watermelons, and sell me to the next cliche that walks by! Buy one take one na. Please. Para bilis.