Marzzy.
Student in Manila, shiftless person in Bacolod. Music catches me, and so does dark chocolate.

Friday, May 25, 2012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
"Baauer-Harlem Shake"

britticisms:

“Harlem Shake” by Baauer

Summer and beers and shorts and sweat and all of those things. Yes, this is pretty damn perfect. 

Saturday, May 5, 2012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
"Outer Limitz - I Kontact"

britticisms:

“I Kontact” by Outer Limitz

An early contender for Summer Song 2012. This sounds like a sample and I’m not sure for certain. Regardless, it’s ridiculously catchy, which is exactly how I want my Summer Songs to sound. 

Wednesday, March 7, 2012
britticisms:

I no longer underline passages when reading. Sometimes I dog-ear the page in which a favorite quote or line appears, but I no longer have the time or the means to study what I’m reading and to save thoughts and phrases of the author to cherish much later. When I go back to the folded page, it often takes me a minute or two to figure out what first captured my attention. What hasn’t changed then is the way I relate to the literature I’m reading. I still focus on the lines that make the most sense for my mood and temperament at the time. 
I began reading Colette’s Break of Day during the summer after college when I was minimally employed. At some point I put it down and devoted my attention to Jeanette Winterson and Francoise Sagan and Marguerite Duras, going back and forth between the three authors.
A goal of mine for 2012 is to finish the books I began to read. I’m starting from the beginning and noticing that even though I never finished many of the works, I still engaged with them at the time like I did any other piece of writing I consumed. 
At the time, I first underlined:

At the time I was aware that she was wild, full of false gaiety, given to maledictions, ordinary, plain-looking and on the alert.

And then:

Look. See what I’m doing. Measure what it’s worth. Is it worth my assuming a tarnished reputation in order to nourish in secret, mouth to mouth, the pray that people think I am absorbing? 

And earlier this morning, on a strangely empty train car, I folded the page for this line:

For to dream, and then to return to reality, only means that our scruples suffer a change of place and significance.

I graduated college nearly three years ago and I’m concerned that my thought process then - troubled, confused, worried about the future, insecure in myself - mirrors recurring thoughts of late. I’m concerned that time doesn’t always warrant maturity or change, but rather that these things take hard work, effort, and assessment. It requires an active desire to move beyond and push forward. It is easier to stick to what one knows, even if what is known is frustrating emotionally. 

britticisms:

I no longer underline passages when reading. Sometimes I dog-ear the page in which a favorite quote or line appears, but I no longer have the time or the means to study what I’m reading and to save thoughts and phrases of the author to cherish much later. When I go back to the folded page, it often takes me a minute or two to figure out what first captured my attention. What hasn’t changed then is the way I relate to the literature I’m reading. I still focus on the lines that make the most sense for my mood and temperament at the time. 

I began reading Colette’s Break of Day during the summer after college when I was minimally employed. At some point I put it down and devoted my attention to Jeanette Winterson and Francoise Sagan and Marguerite Duras, going back and forth between the three authors.

A goal of mine for 2012 is to finish the books I began to read. I’m starting from the beginning and noticing that even though I never finished many of the works, I still engaged with them at the time like I did any other piece of writing I consumed. 

At the time, I first underlined:

At the time I was aware that she was wild, full of false gaiety, given to maledictions, ordinary, plain-looking and on the alert.

And then:

Look. See what I’m doing. Measure what it’s worth. Is it worth my assuming a tarnished reputation in order to nourish in secret, mouth to mouth, the pray that people think I am absorbing? 

And earlier this morning, on a strangely empty train car, I folded the page for this line:

For to dream, and then to return to reality, only means that our scruples suffer a change of place and significance.

I graduated college nearly three years ago and I’m concerned that my thought process then - troubled, confused, worried about the future, insecure in myself - mirrors recurring thoughts of late. I’m concerned that time doesn’t always warrant maturity or change, but rather that these things take hard work, effort, and assessment. It requires an active desire to move beyond and push forward. It is easier to stick to what one knows, even if what is known is frustrating emotionally. 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
"Prurien†"

creamteababy:

††† (Crosses)

Song: “Prurien†”
off EP ††
Release Date: 01/24/12

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“I know you want to chase it but don’t want to break your stride.”

Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012

Cutest bear attack ever (by epicrussia)

I WANT A PET BEAR.

Friday, January 20, 2012
ramblingsofadesperatelunatic:

DRIVE 2011 MOVIE
if you have not watched this you need to give it a shot. if you have, you know about the amazing soundtrack!
01. Nightcall - Kavinsky & Lovefoxxx 02. Under Your Spell - Desire 03. A Real Hero - College feat. Electric Youth
YouTube these songs, they made the film what it was. It’s like 80s dance something, NOT my usual music taste.

ramblingsofadesperatelunatic:

DRIVE 2011 MOVIE

if you have not watched this you need to give it a shot. if you have, you know about the amazing soundtrack!

01. Nightcall - Kavinsky & Lovefoxxx
02. Under Your Spell - Desire
03. A Real Hero - College feat. Electric Youth

YouTube these songs, they made the film what it was. It’s like 80s dance something, NOT my usual music taste.

 
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