the two people who still visit this blog may have noticed the utter utter lack of photos here. it's not that i don't have photos to post--i have several gigabytes' worth of photos in my hard drive and on CDs. and lovely photos they are too.
my problem is sifting through them and choosing the prettiest ones and making them web-ready will take waaaaaaay too long. i'd have to fire up photoshop for that (a rogue copy of which, thanks to my recent reformat, i no longer possess) before i can upload em.
you see, i use a casio exilim 6.0 megapixel camera, which in these 10-megapixel days isn't impressive at all. but snapping away with my lovely resurrected camera results in gonzo photos, megapixelly speaking. the average file size of my photos is between 1 to 2 megabytes. and i have a couple of thousand of them hibernating peacefully in this laptop.
of course, as tenzin pointed out to me last year, i can always adjust the settings on my camera. at the moment, i create photos with a resolution high enough to be used to make those monster billboards on edsa. a simple change of settings will let me take web-ready photos that need no fiddling.
so why do i insist on what i have now?
well, one summer day outside jogyesa temple near insa-dong with my buddy JD, i captured a lot of nifty details using that resolution without even realizing it. i remember taking photos of people at prayer who were circling this stone pagoda. they walked counter-clockwise several times and would pause and bow towards the pagoda from various directions. i just kept snapping away while looking for the best angle and orientation for this old man in dark grey pajamas, praying and waving incense sticks.
once i got home and started looking through the photos in my camera, i spotted a tiny figure seated on one of the tiers of the pagoda above the head of the old man. i zoomed in as much as i could and found it was a doll dressed as a bald monk and smiling serenely at me. it was a little creepy at the time but now i see it as a of benediction of sorts.
so... i'm keeping the camera settings. but who knows? maybe one of these days, you'll finally finally see some photos here.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
apparently, it's all in my mind
there is this moment i remember that seems so real i can feel the certainty in my bones, under the skin, just beyond my fingertips, the shadow of some flavor on the tongue.
i'm rushing down one of the wider streets of myeongdong early in the morning. the wind whips the grey knitted skirt against my calves. i'm wearing my bright red sweater, the color of fire and summer. i can feel the cold start to creep into my toes. the air is sharp and crisp. it bites at my cheeks, makes my eyes water. it looks like i am crying but i'm not. behind me are business hotels in primary colors, with names like ibis or ibex. around and above me are tall buildings, miles of retail space crammed with what koreans call fashion. pastel colored scraps of clothing worn in layers that make otherwise pretty girls appear like candy-colored mummies. there is migliore. and lotte young. and kosney. sunlight hits glass at an angle so i can't see what's in the shop windows. somewhere in the midst of this steel and glass and pavement is the oldest church in korea, the cathedral. it is early autumn and leaves haven't turned yet. i run as if there's someone after me, chasing after my heart. but i'm just rushing to a subway station to catch the train home.
the strangest thing about this moment is that it didn't happen. but i think it captures the panic and grief i used to feel almost every day when i was thousands of kilometers away from people i loved most. although i learned to love other people there, i have to say it was never enough, never the same. even if i tried.
...
on a separate note... been reading diane ackerman's Alchemy of Mind in between bouts of work. had tried to read ackerman's Rarest of the Rare but failed to sustain a feigned interest in monk seals, monarch butterflies and other endangered species. my indifference to wildlife can also be seen in my TV-watching habits--i just cannot stand those nature documentaries on national geographic. but i do like stuff involving excavation, bones and crumbling artifacts.
i'm rushing down one of the wider streets of myeongdong early in the morning. the wind whips the grey knitted skirt against my calves. i'm wearing my bright red sweater, the color of fire and summer. i can feel the cold start to creep into my toes. the air is sharp and crisp. it bites at my cheeks, makes my eyes water. it looks like i am crying but i'm not. behind me are business hotels in primary colors, with names like ibis or ibex. around and above me are tall buildings, miles of retail space crammed with what koreans call fashion. pastel colored scraps of clothing worn in layers that make otherwise pretty girls appear like candy-colored mummies. there is migliore. and lotte young. and kosney. sunlight hits glass at an angle so i can't see what's in the shop windows. somewhere in the midst of this steel and glass and pavement is the oldest church in korea, the cathedral. it is early autumn and leaves haven't turned yet. i run as if there's someone after me, chasing after my heart. but i'm just rushing to a subway station to catch the train home.
the strangest thing about this moment is that it didn't happen. but i think it captures the panic and grief i used to feel almost every day when i was thousands of kilometers away from people i loved most. although i learned to love other people there, i have to say it was never enough, never the same. even if i tried.
...
on a separate note... been reading diane ackerman's Alchemy of Mind in between bouts of work. had tried to read ackerman's Rarest of the Rare but failed to sustain a feigned interest in monk seals, monarch butterflies and other endangered species. my indifference to wildlife can also be seen in my TV-watching habits--i just cannot stand those nature documentaries on national geographic. but i do like stuff involving excavation, bones and crumbling artifacts.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
fever & flashbacks
been having the strangest flashbacks all day, all of them involving seoul and alcohol and various friends/acquaintances of various nationalities. i can think of several triggers:
trigger #1
i recently clicked through the korea photos i had backed up on my hard drive, to check how well my laptop worked after my buddy partybread spiffed it up with new memory and a reformat. i felt compelled to just click through all of them one night, and i just noticed after a bit that i'd been giggling and crying and it was already light outside my window. that was 3 weeks ago.
trigger #2
been chatting a lot with a very good friend back in seoul. something he's been waiting for for a year now is finally happening and i'm really happy that there'll be one less lonely foreigner in seoul by month's end.
trigger #3
although my cable TV apparently doesn't have the arirang channel, i discovered that KBS world is on channel 75. so far, i've seen a documentary of a japanese girl talking about japan and korea's messy joint history (the girl's body language reminded me of kanako), and just this afternoon, a short and slightly xenophopic feature about a girl's coming-of-age ceremony in sri lanka. actually, i thought i was looking at a school for girls in india, but when the film crew was asked to step out of the classroom, i recognized the squiggly ensaymada-like swirls of sinhala script painted on the building's walls. and that, of course, reminded me of my friend kalinga who has to stay in korea till 2008. he's in film school, i think.
but beyond the triggers, there lies the flashback phenomenon itself. was chatting with good friend R (who is PhDing in michigan now) late one night recently, and he asked me if i missed korea at all. everyone who asked this question when i got back last september got an earful of vociferous denials from me. as recently as last month, i'd tell people i would not willingly go back and live/work there.
so anyway...i told R that i mainly miss the friends i made there. i also told him i honestly miss the fact that there was no pressure to make a living when i was there since we received a very generous stipend from the korean government. i really did enjoy that, haha. ha. no wonder the wealthy people i know here in manila are always so bloody chipper. who wouldn't be happy to blow 30 dollars on a schmancy meal and not care too much?
but i must say what i miss most was the strangeness of the whole experience. that life i had, that self i constructed is in many ways very different from what i have here. everything was different over there. in the beginning, i felt betrayed by nature because the sky was still light at 8pm and everything was too damn cold. now that i'm here in warmer weather, i can choose to remember the washed-out colors and the watery light and the blooming and the hush and the seeming perpetual aloneness. and actually miss all of it.
trigger #4
i could be coming down with something. been feeling feverish since 2 in the afternoon. not quite delirium and hallucination but still...
P.S.
hey, polymath. methinks you been working too hard. je tu manque.*
*je tu manque is french for i miss you. but i find it so appropriate that "manque" as a noun speaks of a lack, a shortage. a gap and an emptiness.
trigger #1
i recently clicked through the korea photos i had backed up on my hard drive, to check how well my laptop worked after my buddy partybread spiffed it up with new memory and a reformat. i felt compelled to just click through all of them one night, and i just noticed after a bit that i'd been giggling and crying and it was already light outside my window. that was 3 weeks ago.
trigger #2
been chatting a lot with a very good friend back in seoul. something he's been waiting for for a year now is finally happening and i'm really happy that there'll be one less lonely foreigner in seoul by month's end.
trigger #3
although my cable TV apparently doesn't have the arirang channel, i discovered that KBS world is on channel 75. so far, i've seen a documentary of a japanese girl talking about japan and korea's messy joint history (the girl's body language reminded me of kanako), and just this afternoon, a short and slightly xenophopic feature about a girl's coming-of-age ceremony in sri lanka. actually, i thought i was looking at a school for girls in india, but when the film crew was asked to step out of the classroom, i recognized the squiggly ensaymada-like swirls of sinhala script painted on the building's walls. and that, of course, reminded me of my friend kalinga who has to stay in korea till 2008. he's in film school, i think.
but beyond the triggers, there lies the flashback phenomenon itself. was chatting with good friend R (who is PhDing in michigan now) late one night recently, and he asked me if i missed korea at all. everyone who asked this question when i got back last september got an earful of vociferous denials from me. as recently as last month, i'd tell people i would not willingly go back and live/work there.
so anyway...i told R that i mainly miss the friends i made there. i also told him i honestly miss the fact that there was no pressure to make a living when i was there since we received a very generous stipend from the korean government. i really did enjoy that, haha. ha. no wonder the wealthy people i know here in manila are always so bloody chipper. who wouldn't be happy to blow 30 dollars on a schmancy meal and not care too much?
but i must say what i miss most was the strangeness of the whole experience. that life i had, that self i constructed is in many ways very different from what i have here. everything was different over there. in the beginning, i felt betrayed by nature because the sky was still light at 8pm and everything was too damn cold. now that i'm here in warmer weather, i can choose to remember the washed-out colors and the watery light and the blooming and the hush and the seeming perpetual aloneness. and actually miss all of it.
trigger #4
i could be coming down with something. been feeling feverish since 2 in the afternoon. not quite delirium and hallucination but still...
P.S.
hey, polymath. methinks you been working too hard. je tu manque.*
*je tu manque is french for i miss you. but i find it so appropriate that "manque" as a noun speaks of a lack, a shortage. a gap and an emptiness.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
wanda the witch
finally found the spiel for this. yay.
The story of Wanda the witch is brought to you by the letter W.
Wanda the witch lived somewhere west of Washington.
Around her waist, instead of a belt, she wore a worm.
Wanda had a pet weasel.
Weasel: I am a weasel.
And on her head, a wiry wig.
On Wednesday, in the middle of winter,
Wanda walked to the well
to get water to wash her wig.
But the wheel on the well was worn,
and Wanda grew weary.
So she waved her wand,
and her washtub filled with warm water.
But just as Wanda was about to drop her wig
into the warm water, a wild wind
whipped the wig from her hand
and blew it away forever.
Which taught Wanda this lesson:
witches who wash their wigs
on windy winter Wednesdays
are wacky.
This witch story was brought to you courtesy of the letter W.
The story of Wanda the witch is brought to you by the letter W.
Wanda the witch lived somewhere west of Washington.
Around her waist, instead of a belt, she wore a worm.
Wanda had a pet weasel.
Weasel: I am a weasel.
And on her head, a wiry wig.
On Wednesday, in the middle of winter,
Wanda walked to the well
to get water to wash her wig.
But the wheel on the well was worn,
and Wanda grew weary.
So she waved her wand,
and her washtub filled with warm water.
But just as Wanda was about to drop her wig
into the warm water, a wild wind
whipped the wig from her hand
and blew it away forever.
Which taught Wanda this lesson:
witches who wash their wigs
on windy winter Wednesdays
are wacky.
This witch story was brought to you courtesy of the letter W.
2 songs for my wedding next year
yes, really. i'm not kidding.
Capital I
We all live in a capital I
In the middle of the desert
In the center of the sky
And all day long we polish on the I
To keep it clean and shiny
So it brightens up the sky
Rubbing it here
And scrubbing it there
Polishing the I
So high in the air
As we work we sing a lively tune
"It is great to be so happy on a busy afternoon."
And when we're through with the day's only chore
We go into the I
And we close the door
Capital I, capital I, capital I, capital I
Lowercase N
In a cold and far-off place
There was a lowercase N.
Lonely and cold, she would stare off into space
And it was known that she would cry now and then.
Lowercase N, standing on a hill.
The wind is very still, for the lower-case eh-en...
(occasional, unearthly "oohs" in background now)
And then one day a rocketship
Came racing from the sky.
It landed on the hill and there opened up a door
And somethin' started comin' outside...
A lowercase N!
(She's not lonely anymo-o-re)
They are standing on the hill
(There are two that stand for su-u-ure)
The wind is very still
For the lowercase eh-ens!
Capital I
We all live in a capital I
In the middle of the desert
In the center of the sky
And all day long we polish on the I
To keep it clean and shiny
So it brightens up the sky
Rubbing it here
And scrubbing it there
Polishing the I
So high in the air
As we work we sing a lively tune
"It is great to be so happy on a busy afternoon."
And when we're through with the day's only chore
We go into the I
And we close the door
Capital I, capital I, capital I, capital I
Lowercase N
In a cold and far-off place
There was a lowercase N.
Lonely and cold, she would stare off into space
And it was known that she would cry now and then.
Lowercase N, standing on a hill.
The wind is very still, for the lower-case eh-en...
(occasional, unearthly "oohs" in background now)
And then one day a rocketship
Came racing from the sky.
It landed on the hill and there opened up a door
And somethin' started comin' outside...
A lowercase N!
(She's not lonely anymo-o-re)
They are standing on the hill
(There are two that stand for su-u-ure)
The wind is very still
For the lowercase eh-ens!
a happy thought
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so i'm back online
that was a loooong hiatus, eh?
lots have happened to me since i last posted here. will try to keep the updates brief.
1) got engaged (february 9th) outside gloria jean's in cubao.
2) got into the 46th UP writers workshop in baguio (last week of april).
3) vacationed in sagada and besao with polymath and my parents (holy week).
4) won 3rd place for the essay in the philippines free press literary awards (april 10th). i tied with chari lucero.
5) got hired to teach part-time at the ateneo (mid-april).
6) got hired to teach part-time at berea arts and sciences high school (ditto).
7) got several projects that will bring me a little cash (ongoing).
8) learned how to make ice cream and sorbet (2 weeks ago).
9) reconfigured the furniture in my living room to make way for huge couch my dad bought. antique book case still waiting to be hauled out to the other house.
10) had kitty groomed (last week) so now she looks like a puppy again.
may looks to be a busy month. will have to contend with government bureaucracy sometimes this week for certain documents i need for new employment. ha ha ha. busy does not always mean fun.
but things are looking up -- will be boozing with baguio batchmates tomorrow night at K's pad in katipunan. i like what she calls her "dorm room" because it's on the 17th floor and has a fantastic view of the pseudo-grids that make up some parts of quezon city. she also has this framed photo of her dad by the window. i must say... spitting image.
lots have happened to me since i last posted here. will try to keep the updates brief.
1) got engaged (february 9th) outside gloria jean's in cubao.
2) got into the 46th UP writers workshop in baguio (last week of april).
3) vacationed in sagada and besao with polymath and my parents (holy week).
4) won 3rd place for the essay in the philippines free press literary awards (april 10th). i tied with chari lucero.
5) got hired to teach part-time at the ateneo (mid-april).
6) got hired to teach part-time at berea arts and sciences high school (ditto).
7) got several projects that will bring me a little cash (ongoing).
8) learned how to make ice cream and sorbet (2 weeks ago).
9) reconfigured the furniture in my living room to make way for huge couch my dad bought. antique book case still waiting to be hauled out to the other house.
10) had kitty groomed (last week) so now she looks like a puppy again.
may looks to be a busy month. will have to contend with government bureaucracy sometimes this week for certain documents i need for new employment. ha ha ha. busy does not always mean fun.
but things are looking up -- will be boozing with baguio batchmates tomorrow night at K's pad in katipunan. i like what she calls her "dorm room" because it's on the 17th floor and has a fantastic view of the pseudo-grids that make up some parts of quezon city. she also has this framed photo of her dad by the window. i must say... spitting image.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
last song syndrome
i would think of these two songs every so often in the past 25 years. am pretty happy i found em on youtube. so now i just click when i need my nostalgia fix. both songs were written and sung by the same guy (according to youtube comments)--steve zuckerman daw. my friend E has a term for this: trafficking in nostalgia. can't think of a better way to say it.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
but i do have to say this
sometimes, at night, i just find myself crying. i can't explain it clearly. well, maybe i can--but i'm not yet ready, so let me just ramble a bit here and hope it will be a bit coherent in the end.
they always catch me unawares, these flashes of desolee*. often, it happens at night. always when i'm alone, but sometimes there can be other people too. i try to keep it from happening by keeping busy. i pack my days with stuff to do, which is easy because i do have tons of things to do. but still, it happens because you can't be constantly doing something all the time. you slow down for a bit to rest (and these days, everyone is telling me to rest a bit)--before you know it, there it is. the tears well up, and you reach for the kleenex.
why does it have to happen at all? this kinda reminds me of a question someone asked me quite recently: why did you have to cry? believe me, i dearly dearly wish i don't cry this easily. is it even a choice? i wish it were. my crying has given me grief all my life, with certain people accusing me of wallowing, or being spineless and useless and weak. i could just stop, actually, make that inner vow to never cry, to never allow this or that person to hurt me again, to refuse to even feel hurt. but i've done that, did it for years, and so now i'd rather "give it all up" (to quote tenz, he knows what i'm talking about) than go back to how i was back then. what they don't know is that a lot of it is rage that i've just tucked away for some reason or another. convenience, maybe. or shame for wanting to be just a little bit happier.** or not wanting to mess things up with people i care about. i know i have to manage this better but there it is.
i'm not sure if it's just about one thing. i suspect it's many little things that are connected to two or three biggish other things. i just know that it tells me that things are not all okay on all fronts, that i have to square things with myself and with other people. all of a sudden, i'm reminded of a song*** that sounds very happy-clappy but there's a bit there about wanting to knife someone in the heart. that should give you an idea. so, lyrics at the bottom of the post for your enjoyment.
and it's strange how it's my over-30 female friends who understand what this is like. like Pj, who sometimes gives me a lift to katipunan. she's all chika-happy and deliriously busy with 3 jobs all the time and i once asked her why she just crams her life with everything the way she crams her huge bags with stuff like cracker-munchies, razors and lysol spray. her answer didn't surprise me: because you have to, to keep those weird thoughts from happening.
the last thing i need to hear in reply to this post is something condescending and dismissive along the lines of "you need to stop thinking too much," which i admit has been said to me too many times by various people who are no longer in my life now. sometimes, the thing we need most is someone who'll just really listen. but in this case, i suspect i need something much more solid to hold on to. like what my friend, Yj, told me when we had our first and last fight (she's still my friend in case you're wondering): "but those are just words! words! lip service!"
true, true. (i find i'm quoting from my favorite people a lot in this post; in my head i see and hear them saying these lines delivered just so--does this mean i'm really going nuts?)
but yes, she's right. we can have all these good intentions and feelings, and say all these things, and apologize if we screw up but really, it's what we've done and what we choose to do now that's really important.
* i don't know what to call them. "the blues" just doesn't work. neither does "the sads". "desolation" feels overwrought. so i borrow from the french for "i'm sorry" (je suis desolee) and hope it doesn't sound too pretentious.
**
okay, cringe-worthy provenance: i caught the hollywood remake of that japanese film Shall We Dance on cable yesterday, the one with richard gere and j-lo. the not-quite salaryman character of richard gere says something like that to susan sarandon, who i must say has an amazing cleavage for her age.
***
You Keep It All In
Artist: The Beautiful South
Album: Best Of-Carry On Up The Charts
You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in
That's right
The conversation we had last night
When all I wanted to do was
Knife you in the heart
I kept it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in
Midnight, a husband getting ready to fight
A daughter sleeps alone with the light
Turned on, she bears but
Keeps it all in
Just like that murder in '73
Just like that robbery in '62
With all these things that have happened to me
I kept it all in
Why do you keep on telling me now?
You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in
That's sweet
That conversation we had last week
When you gagged and bound me up to my seat
You're right, I do
I keep it all in
they always catch me unawares, these flashes of desolee*. often, it happens at night. always when i'm alone, but sometimes there can be other people too. i try to keep it from happening by keeping busy. i pack my days with stuff to do, which is easy because i do have tons of things to do. but still, it happens because you can't be constantly doing something all the time. you slow down for a bit to rest (and these days, everyone is telling me to rest a bit)--before you know it, there it is. the tears well up, and you reach for the kleenex.
why does it have to happen at all? this kinda reminds me of a question someone asked me quite recently: why did you have to cry? believe me, i dearly dearly wish i don't cry this easily. is it even a choice? i wish it were. my crying has given me grief all my life, with certain people accusing me of wallowing, or being spineless and useless and weak. i could just stop, actually, make that inner vow to never cry, to never allow this or that person to hurt me again, to refuse to even feel hurt. but i've done that, did it for years, and so now i'd rather "give it all up" (to quote tenz, he knows what i'm talking about) than go back to how i was back then. what they don't know is that a lot of it is rage that i've just tucked away for some reason or another. convenience, maybe. or shame for wanting to be just a little bit happier.** or not wanting to mess things up with people i care about. i know i have to manage this better but there it is.
i'm not sure if it's just about one thing. i suspect it's many little things that are connected to two or three biggish other things. i just know that it tells me that things are not all okay on all fronts, that i have to square things with myself and with other people. all of a sudden, i'm reminded of a song*** that sounds very happy-clappy but there's a bit there about wanting to knife someone in the heart. that should give you an idea. so, lyrics at the bottom of the post for your enjoyment.
and it's strange how it's my over-30 female friends who understand what this is like. like Pj, who sometimes gives me a lift to katipunan. she's all chika-happy and deliriously busy with 3 jobs all the time and i once asked her why she just crams her life with everything the way she crams her huge bags with stuff like cracker-munchies, razors and lysol spray. her answer didn't surprise me: because you have to, to keep those weird thoughts from happening.
the last thing i need to hear in reply to this post is something condescending and dismissive along the lines of "you need to stop thinking too much," which i admit has been said to me too many times by various people who are no longer in my life now. sometimes, the thing we need most is someone who'll just really listen. but in this case, i suspect i need something much more solid to hold on to. like what my friend, Yj, told me when we had our first and last fight (she's still my friend in case you're wondering): "but those are just words! words! lip service!"
true, true. (i find i'm quoting from my favorite people a lot in this post; in my head i see and hear them saying these lines delivered just so--does this mean i'm really going nuts?)
but yes, she's right. we can have all these good intentions and feelings, and say all these things, and apologize if we screw up but really, it's what we've done and what we choose to do now that's really important.
* i don't know what to call them. "the blues" just doesn't work. neither does "the sads". "desolation" feels overwrought. so i borrow from the french for "i'm sorry" (je suis desolee) and hope it doesn't sound too pretentious.
**
okay, cringe-worthy provenance: i caught the hollywood remake of that japanese film Shall We Dance on cable yesterday, the one with richard gere and j-lo. the not-quite salaryman character of richard gere says something like that to susan sarandon, who i must say has an amazing cleavage for her age.
***
You Keep It All In
Artist: The Beautiful South
Album: Best Of-Carry On Up The Charts
You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in
That's right
The conversation we had last night
When all I wanted to do was
Knife you in the heart
I kept it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in
Midnight, a husband getting ready to fight
A daughter sleeps alone with the light
Turned on, she bears but
Keeps it all in
Just like that murder in '73
Just like that robbery in '62
With all these things that have happened to me
I kept it all in
Why do you keep on telling me now?
You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in
That's sweet
That conversation we had last week
When you gagged and bound me up to my seat
You're right, I do
I keep it all in
Monday, January 01, 2007
mea culpa and all that
to those who patiently check here every so often for updates (yes, both of you), i am really really sorry for being a lazy-ass blogger the past three months. below are my reasons:
1) we had to dismantle the desktop computer again and i didn't know how to hook up my laptop to the dsl here at home. and am too cheap these days to buy a wifi card. actually, i just don't like paying for internet, heh heh. but finally, the desktop in my brother's room is back online and so am i.
2) been sleeping at our grandparents' place since the end of october and my time here at our house is limited to barking orders at the guys fixing up the house and my scuttling to the mall next door to buy hardware.
3) i have lots to write here and pictures to post but i haven't had the time to scale down the photos to web-friendly resolutions. also, i spent the first half of december writing a nonfiction piece for the UP workshop. meaning, i was actually productive!!! hahaha! no time to blog!
but to give some of you something to read, lemme post some of the stuff i wrote in the past year or so...one of these days. my flashdrive is in my bag somewhere but i'm kinda too lazy to get up and get it right now. more patience, please, my darlings. muchas gracias.
(this is the point where most people would write their yearend summary lists of music and videos and films and books. uhm... i'm kinda not in the mood for all that right now.)
i will, instead, end with a short list of 5 people i am extremely grateful to have spent time with in 2006, off the top of my head, in no particular order:
1) the polymath (yeeha)
2) germaine
3) eung hwa
4) tenzin
5) tita maryan
if you didn't make that list, don't worry. the list is actually much longer, and i look forward to making up for it spending more time with you (yes, you!) in 2007.
1) we had to dismantle the desktop computer again and i didn't know how to hook up my laptop to the dsl here at home. and am too cheap these days to buy a wifi card. actually, i just don't like paying for internet, heh heh. but finally, the desktop in my brother's room is back online and so am i.
2) been sleeping at our grandparents' place since the end of october and my time here at our house is limited to barking orders at the guys fixing up the house and my scuttling to the mall next door to buy hardware.
3) i have lots to write here and pictures to post but i haven't had the time to scale down the photos to web-friendly resolutions. also, i spent the first half of december writing a nonfiction piece for the UP workshop. meaning, i was actually productive!!! hahaha! no time to blog!
but to give some of you something to read, lemme post some of the stuff i wrote in the past year or so...one of these days. my flashdrive is in my bag somewhere but i'm kinda too lazy to get up and get it right now. more patience, please, my darlings. muchas gracias.
(this is the point where most people would write their yearend summary lists of music and videos and films and books. uhm... i'm kinda not in the mood for all that right now.)
i will, instead, end with a short list of 5 people i am extremely grateful to have spent time with in 2006, off the top of my head, in no particular order:
1) the polymath (yeeha)
2) germaine
3) eung hwa
4) tenzin
5) tita maryan
if you didn't make that list, don't worry. the list is actually much longer, and i look forward to making up for it spending more time with you (yes, you!) in 2007.
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