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gurl, i thought this was a novel NOVEL, like...... yet another interconnected short story collection disguised as a novel. the filipino writer’s curse.

hot bestie and hot bestie’s uncle being both into narrator. haba ng buhok ni accla.

not them visiting a brothel 💀

Bergotte is that fake friend who is all charms and smiles and sweetness to your face but the minute you turn your back he will slander the shit out of you to everyone.

Currently at the Bergotte meeting scene. Marcel is reading this writer character to filth, phew. I wonder who this character was based on in real life. Marcel is bar after bar dragging him, jeez.

the protagonist’s obsession with charles swann and all things concerning charles swann.... oh i know what you are.

This is saur... 😩

This shit is so fucking funny. I am dyingggg

body vocabulary

Books are so expensive. Smh.

“Dahil sa bayang ito ng mga bigong mangingibig at anak sa labas, ang mga kuwento ay nananatiling buhay magpakailanman sa kanilang pagkakaluwal bilang mga alamat na walang kamatayan.”

“Isang bahay bang nakikipagbuno sa bagyo ngunit nananatili at tumatanda? O isang bahay bang nakikipagtanan sa bagyo ngunit nananatiling bata?”

“Manipis lang naman pala ang apoy na pumipilit sa aming magbarilan.”

“Samantalang sa tahimik na paglalakad sa daan, may mga punong namumunga ng bangkay: tulalang mga mata, nakalawit na mga dila, nakalupasay na mga kamay, braso at balikat.”

“Pagkakataon ko na sana iyon upang tulungan siya. Ngunit bigla kong naintindihan na hindi ko siya maaaring tulungan. Isa ito sa mga pagkakataong ayaw na ayaw ng isang taong matulungan.”

“Ibinabalik ko lamang sa mga tao ang mga kandilang inialay nila sa patay nang maialay naman nila sa mga buhay.”

“Isa siyang nawawalang kaluluwa at ang gubat ang bayan para sa mga nawawala.”

“The plaza is truly a public space.”
— Fernando N. Zialcita, Sacral Spaces Between Skyscrapers

The needs, wants, and desires of everybody else are marginalized; these desires normally include the desire to be unharmed by noise and environmental pollution, being able to safely walk the streets, or more generally, simply having a say in the transformation of their environment."

If we thus ask the question according to whose desires the larger city of Metro Manila is modelled, then the answer has to point to a number of powerful families who engage in private urban development and mold their urban land according to their particular desires - along the alleged desires of the wealthy tenants of their constructions.

"As cultural artifacts, [cities] can be understood as 'man's most consistent and on the whole, his most successful attempt to remake the world he lives in more after his heart's desire.' Cities, thus, are expressions of human desires. The question to ask, however, is how human desires are expressed, filtered, and selected to give shape to the city...

“... and the drive to exploit the natural world for profit which then appears to us as a hostile force confronting us. Other people, our own creativity, our bodies, and nature as such, are each and all separated from us, and then experienced as threatening. Commonsense tell us that this is universal and natural, but commonsense lies.”

“In this oppressive and exploitative society our alienation operates through multiple dimensions of separation, which include competition between individuals seeking to sell their labour power, control by our masters of the fruits of our creative labour once we have sold our time to them, anxiety over whether our bodies will carry out the work we must perform for others in order to live...”

“Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.”

Some sections in the book that cracked me up:

"Even then, while I was trying to give him pleasure, in that tangle of anxious wanting, I was gazing crazily upwards in pubic darkness, wanting to look into his eyes."

"Of course the trousers were bagged and deeply marked with grass stains... My knees had already given him the gist of the story."

“Annoying me with Vicks VapoRub.”

Her Jo Koyification, I fear.

"The Spanish government's indictment of Jose Rizal, dated December 26, 1896, is a curious type of tyranny: literary criticism sentenced him to death. Instead of proving his treason, the indictment goes on about his writing style..."

I am fucking dead. Hahahahaha.

"Full name of the association: Kataas-taasang, Kagalang-galang na Katipunan ng mga Anak ng Bayan. By the time you finished swearing this mouthful, you got arrested."

I am loving this cheeky humor!

"Fire, Insects, and Worms, plus Wars and Typhoons

After kleptos, great enemies of national heritage. See also Americans."

I FUCKING SCREAMED!