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Apr 30 2006

Monday, May 01, 2006

first of may.i’m using my mom’s boss’s computer for the meantime…the day began with a sigh of relief, so to speak, as gai is now my best friend as of 2:03am. trivial things like these are definitely ho-hums to some people but for me, it’s something that’s worth a lot. friendship is something that’s worth treasuring and it’s not that easy to «make» a best friend. friends come and go but a best friend won’t and we’ve proven that already…many things have happened and i’ve finally decided to quit my job. the doctor warned me that if i continue to abuse myself to working a twelve-hour straight shift, i might not be able to make it even up to fifty. my heart’s now weak and i’m always palpitating badly. pulse rate ranges from ninety to a hundred, even when i’m just sitting down. about a week ago, i had another attack that went on for twenty agonizing minutes. though my chest wasn’t hurting really bad like the one i felt last december, i still felt like i was jogging for an hour that my heart beat like hell, i couldn’t help but gasp for breaths. high-octane jobs are not for me.i’ll talk to the boss tomorrow and present my piece. i’ve already made up my mind . he’s not going to stop me.

where to go after this? i’ve already got that covered. lj showed me a slot in her company and i’m willing to take it. i’ll be moving to cebu after a month of turn-over if tomorrow will go well.

Apr 30 2006

Time Lapse

Here’s a summary of what happened in the past few weeks I haven’t updated this blog:

A. Lami ang Guidili MTV

SineBuano just wrapped up shooting Brownian Method’s «Lami ang Guidili». Shot entirely in Mambaling, Cebu this single will be part of their second album. The two-day shoot was fun as it brought out the hip-hop juices that were stagnant for quite sometime.

B. Sparkle Modeling Agency

One of Cebu’s leading modeling agency’s has asked me to be one of their official photographers. C. Aunt Genie’s BreadHouse to open soon.For quite sometime now, wifey and I have been receiving orders for our homemade and freshly baked meat rolls and macaroons that we’ve finally decided to make it into a full-blown business venture. We’ve ordered the machines (oven, kneader and cooling rack) already and will start constructing the kitchen soon. Wish us luck.

Apr 29 2006

I’ve been to paradise..

..but you have a life better than mine. You would never want to be in my shoes I bet. And I had all the reasons (excuses) to be all these in your eyes.I’m different from anyone of you. I graduated Cum Laude but now without a career.I’m taking up nursing because.. it was my desire.I took up the respsonsibility of being a mother to my siblings.. a father too.I cried once because I never wanted all these to happen to me.I’ve seen my father suffer from a motorcycle accident because he was drunk.I’ve cried for I cannot go to work because I have to take care of him.I’ve spent days being by his side, caregiving because no one else will.I’ve cursed nurses who didn’t take care of my ailing father.I’ve held a bleeding mouth of my sister.. because she was bitten by our dog.I’ve rushed my sister to the hospital because she needed treatment.I’ve heard the doctor say that we have to kill our dog to know if it has rabies.I’ve held my sister in my arms because she was in pain due to injection.I’ve hugged my crying sister because she was afraid of my father.I had to put food on table coz dad took all our weekly budget to finance his vice.I held a knife in my hand trying to protect the house from possible burglars outside.I’ve tried dialing a friend’s number.. but put down the phone.I’ve left my utterly effortless job.. because salary was a rare episode.I’m still waiting for my three months salary since January.I’ve never settled myself to a career because I have to take care of this family.I’m still thinking of a future.. only thinking.. just there for now…more to come.. I bet.

A pathetic life? Nah.. just destiny. A few tears here. Confusion there. Who am I? Where do I belong?

Apr 27 2006

Pampanga’s pride

Pampanga’s pride is indeed its heritage and cuisine. I got a lot of texts yesterday since my blog was mentioned in the article Hit the Road in 2bU in the Inquirer Lifestyle section. And people had been calling the Center for Kapampangan Studies for information. Anyway, the article information was based on entries 9 and 10 of my blog.

Just some corrections, what was mentioned as Furniture Clay (yes we had callers asking about the clay furniture) is actually Furniture City in Mabalacat, Pampanga. This is a complex of world-class furniture factories which export their products worldwide. Before you visit, please call Lisa Samia at (045) 8930092 to 93.

Abe’s Farm is actually the Mt. Arayat resthouse of restaurateur Larry Cruz of the LJC Restaurant Group which includes Cafe Adriatico and Cafe Havana among many others. The fabulous resthouse is in Magalang, Pampanga, the hometown of Larry’s father, journalist and artist E. Aguilar Cruz. Having lunch at his place requires arrangements made much earlier though (photo of buffet table is on the left).

Another must try lunch or dinner venue is Claude Tayag’s

residence Bale Dutung in Villa Gloria, Angeles City. This P1800 per head Kapampangan feast has to be pre-arranged as well and you must have at least 12 persons in your group (photo of Claude’s paella is on the right). Claude has a shop in his house where you can buy bottled buro and taba ng talangka but the Claude 9 brand is also available in Pampanga supermarkets such as Essel Supermarket. You can also pass by Tita’s or Pampanga’s Best along Gapan-Olongapo Road for even more Kapampangan delicacies.

C Italian Restaurant is among the many international offerings that line Fields Avenue and Friendship Highway beside Clark. You can check out Zapata’s (Mexican), Salvatore’s (Italian), Subdelicious (American), Cottage Kitchen (Cajun), and a host of Japanese and Korean restaurants among many others.

The ensaymadas in San Fernando are made-to-order and you have to call them at least 2 days in advance. But Imang Salud Dayrit’s San Fernando ensaymadas are actually available in Manila. These melt-in-your-mouth wonders are six inches in diameter, made with the finest ingredients and topped with a generous serving of queso de bola. You can visit the Legaspi Sunday Market organized by San Lorenzo Village and open every Sunday from 7:30 a.m. to 2 p.m. behind the Corinthian Plaza building. Make sure you look for the Imang Salud booth. Also on sale are atcharang gule, atcharang ubud, balu-balo, tibok-tibok and pickled mangoes. Another signature dessert but made-to-order is plantanilla, sweet egg crepes with latik filing. Yummy! You can call (0920) 9478819 for orders.

But one thing the article was not able to mention (since it wasn’t in my blog article) was Everybody’s Cafe where Kapampangan food is available everyday in their turo-turo style display. Try out the pako salad, calderetang baka, morcon, chicharon bulaklak, tortang bangus, inihaw na hito or bulalo soup. For the brave, go further and savor the buro with hito (fermented fish paste with catfish), betute (deep-fried stuffed frog), camaru (fried cricket adobo), dumara (wild duck adobo) or pindang damulag (carabeef tapa). They have branches in San Fernando along MacArthur Highway in Barangay Del Pilar, and Angeles City in Nepo Mart.

Other must tries are the Kapampangan halo-halo places. In fact, there are three distinct halo-halo varieties in Pampanga. These are Guagua (Razon’s), Angeles (Corazon’s) and Arayat (Kabigting’s and Jurado’s) halo-halo. It must also be noted that Kapampangan halo-halo is distinct from the other halo-halo served in the country because it uses only three or four ingredients or sahog. However, the richness of these ingedients more than compensates for the number of types thrown in the glass. Arayat for example is distinct for its pastillas, crushed beans and saging combination; Guagua for its macapuno, saging, and leche flan; while Angeles is distinct for its mais, saging, pastillas and crushed beans combination.

Also check out Aling Lucing’s at the Crossing (Henson Street, Angeles City) which is the birthplace of Pampanga sisig and the steakhouses in Marisol Subdivision, Angeles City. Luring’s of Guagua (with branches all over Pampanga) serves some of the best barbeque and other grilled meat products. Ikabud (the contracted form of ika kabud which translates as only you) is another restaurant that serves grilled food and is located in Hensonville, Angeles City.

If you want to try out everything, go for Smorgasbord, the buffet Kapampangan lunch and dinner offered at Partyland (MacArthur Highway and SM City Pampanga) and Holidayland (Gapan-Olongapo Road) both in San Fernando.

Visiting Pampanga has now been made easier and carefree with a tour entiled Pampanga’s Pride offered through the Island Caravan. Visit their website for more information or e-mail skoal@skyinet.net.

The tour includes a visit to…

  • Bacolor Church — this is the half-buried San Guillermo Church in Bacolor. Entering what was once the largest church in Pampanga, visitors enter the church through the choirloft windows, and are greeted inside by beautifully restored retablos dug up from several feet of lahar. The citizens of Bacolor take pride in their rich heritage which is why they painstakingly excavated the ornately carved wooden main and side altars which are now back to their pristine condition;
  • Betis Church — a must visit church in Pampanga, the centuries-old Betis Church in Guagua is nicknamed the «Sistine chapel of the Philippines» because of its wall ceiling murals. It is the second oldest church in Pampanga and one of the 26 churches declared by the National Museum as national cultural treasures;
  • Archdiocesan Museum and Archives — savor the grandeur and elegance of religious art in Pampanga with a visit to the repository of Pampanga’s church treasures housed inside the University of the Assumption; and
  • Center for Kapampangan Studies — a museum, archives, library, research center and theater rolled into one, the Center for Kapampangan Studies was put up by Holy Angel University in 2002 to preserve, study and promote Kapampangan history and culture

Lunch is at Everybody’s Cafe while afternoon snacks includes halo-halo at Corazon’s. There are also optional visits to any of the following: Pampanga’s Best Factory (for big groups), Lantern Factory, Minalin and Apalit Churches, or the pottery area in Sto. Tomas.

For those who could afford to splurge, go for the overnight tour package which includes dinner at Claude Tayag’s Bale Dutung, lunch the next day at Abe’s Farm of Larry Cruz, and overnight accomodations at King’s Royal Hotel and Resort.

Above are some photos of the natural heritage of Pampanga which I took way back in college in 2001 and 2002.

Apr 27 2006

what are you guys up to?

for me, i’m just busy studying like the usual. there’s nothing going on really but just the usual — hanging out with some people when i get the chance. on the other hand, my boyfriend went home to philippines for two weeks & i really miss his arse! lol. k i just had to get the last part out! LOL

Apr 26 2006

In the World of the Written

Letters in All Writing Systems Traced Back to Nature, according to Yahoo News dated today (26th of April, 2006) THE SHAPES OF LETTERS in all languages are derived from common forms in nature, according to a new hypothesis.The idea, in some ways seemingly obvious and innately human, arose however from a study of how robots see the world.
Robots employ object recognition technology to navigate a room by recognizing contours. A corner is seen as a «Y,» for example, and a wall is recognized by the L-shape it makes where it meets the floor. «It struck me that these junctions are typically named with letters, such as ‘L,’ ‘T,’ ‘Y,’ ‘K,’ and ‘X,’ and that it may not be a coincidence that the shapes of these letters look like the things they really are in nature,» said Mark Changizi, a theoretical neurobiologist at the California Institute of Technology.

Changizi and his colleagues think letters and symbols in Chinese, Latin, Persian, and all 97 of the other writing systems that have been used through the ages have shapes that humans are good at seeing.

«Evolution has shaped our visual system to be good at seeing the structures we commonly encounter in nature, and culture has apparently selected our writing systems and visual signs to have these same shapes,» Changizi said.

The idea is put forth in The American Naturalist magazine.

Changizi notes that a basic shape such as «L» can be easily bent to form a «V.» He found 36 shapes that require just two or three contours, and he then correlated these shapes to common scenes in nature and in ancient architecture.

«So the figures we use in symbolic systems and writing systems seem to be selected because they are easy to see rather than easy to write,» he concludes. «They’re for the eye.»
Even graphic art that is not necessarily alphabet-based conforms to the idea.

«Company logos, for example, are meant to be recognized, and we found that logos have a high correlation,» Changizi said. «Shorthand systems, which are meant to give a note-taker speed at the expense of a commonly recognizable system of symbols, do not.»

Apr 25 2006

My Angel Wish…

I would not want to think that the advent of newspapers and television has become more of a bad phenomenon for mankind rather than a good one. Despite the enjoyment afforded to us by these things, one can not help but observe that events are most often unfolded in huge scale proportions, probably because there is the intention of delivering more drama than simple facts. No matter where we go, when we flip the newspapers, or switch on the television sets, we get fresh depressing news every day! I flinched at those gory little details of murders, accidents or other conflicts which are being aired daily by the different television networks at dinnertime. But what is lamentable, is the fact that these horrors have become inordinate yet integral part of our everyday life. One could just imagine the effect of these on the minds of the children. It is possible that in their innocence they view these horrors to be the natural order of life. The thought is indeed very frightening. Thus it becomes my fervent wish that our news headlines should be spruced up with more inspiring stories instead of horrendous events of atrocities. Surely there must be lots of beautiful stories out there in this still wonderful world of ours, just waiting to be told. Yes, stories which will tell us of hope and goodness of men. Stories which will inspire us, or which will soothe away the fears on real and imaginary frightful things that our hearts assume every tomorrow will probably bring. But it is very sad that we have unintentionally relegated stories of goodness and honesty and kindness to children’s books, or worse in fairy tales. It is easier for us to believe that most declared truths are just plain lies, or that there must be some underlying selfish motive behind every good deed. In these times when it is considered cool to be calculated and cold-hearted, it is simpler to accept that people are prone to do bad things rather than good. One does not know when the exigencies of greed took over one’s life. But long before ambition took control over our lives, sometime before we were driven to accumulate more material things that we could possibly need, I remember that there was innocence in our youth, fewer needs, and simple happiness. That we never knew of their passing spared us from mourning their loss. Unless we remember these things, maybe we do deserve the kind of news we are being fed every day.

Apr 25 2006

Liberty up close and personal

Now I’m back in Cambridge, UK. How time flies. Three more weeks and I’m back in Manila again. Back to my lovely wife and 2 adorable, growing boys. Ah, I miss them already.

Anyway, I don’t know if you’ve heard of dropsots. I tried it and it seems to have served its purpose. To host pictures and videos. I posted my New York & Chicago pics here.

Yesterday was my B-day. I know, I would have celebrated it w/ my loved ones back home. But I didn’t. So, yesterday was kinda depressing and sad. I’m feeling the blues again. I guess I’ve to stop here…for now.

Apr 25 2006

Time to Move On

5 years. How fast time flies.I still remember my first experience here. Half a decade ago. Scared, uncertain, unfamiliar. And worse, the pain of leaving the place I called home was still fresh.Through the years, like any other experience, there were ups and downs. Birthdays, victories and holidays were celebrated. There were sleepless nights, desperate moments and regrets. But I managed to handle it, thanks to a number of special people who surrounded me to whom I am eternally grateful.Good memories, bad memories, eventually, the bad ones would fade away and all that’s left for us to reminisce would be those that would make us smile.And now I’m leaving. I’m saying good bye. I’m not complaining, though I wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer. Honestly, I didn’t think that this would happen so soon. But it did.So it’s time to move on. Time to close one chapter in the book of life and open another one. Time to embrace new experiences and face new challenges. Time to say good bye…

Good bye Pasig! Hello Other-Side-of-the-World!

A week from now, I’ll be officially a former Pasigeño. I just started packing right after grad. See, I’m still holding the sablay. I realized something from packing and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, but I can fit my life in three small boxes. One for school, another for the clothes and a catch-all box. There’s another box, the trash box which is bigger than all three combined.I also realized another thing: I’m a good packer, in fact, I’m a great packer. I can pack all day long. Tiring, yes but the feeling after packing is great. Haha.On another note…

To the Class of 2006… Wear sunscreen. Hehe. Joke lang. Congrats graduates!

May God have mercy on our souls.

Apr 25 2006

Time to Move On

5 years. How fast time flies.I still remember my first experience here. Half a decade ago. Scared, uncertain, unfamiliar. And worse, the pain of leaving the place I called home was still fresh.Through the years, like any other experience, there were ups and downs. Birthdays, victories and holidays were celebrated. There were sleepless nights, desperate moments and regrets. But I managed to handle it, thanks to a number of special people who surrounded me to whom I am eternally grateful.Good memories, bad memories, eventually, the bad ones would fade away and all that’s left for us to reminisce would be those that would make us smile.And now I’m leaving. I’m saying good bye. I’m not complaining, though I wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer. Honestly, I didn’t think that this would happen so soon. But it did.So it’s time to move on. Time to close one chapter in the book of life and open another one. Time to embrace new experiences and face new challenges. Time to say good bye…

Good bye Pasig! Hello Other-Side-of-the-World!

A week from now, I’ll be officially a former Pasigeño. I just started packing right after grad. See, I’m still holding the sablay. I realized something from packing and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, but I can fit my life in three small boxes. One for school, another for the clothes and a catch-all box. There’s another box, the trash box which is bigger than all three combined.I also realized another thing: I’m a good packer, in fact, I’m a great packer. I can pack all day long. Tiring, yes but the feeling after packing is great. Haha.On another note…

To the Class of 2006… Wear sunscreen. Hehe. Joke lang. Congrats graduates!

May God have mercy on our souls.

Apr 25 2006

A Las Flores De Univ Ave

Grabe, nagpapacute na naman ‘tong babaeng ‘to sakin. Hehe. Kala mo ikaw lang? Ako rin!

Apr 25 2006

A Las Flores De Univ Ave

Grabe, nagpapacute na naman ‘tong babaeng ‘to sakin. Hehe. Kala mo ikaw lang? Ako rin!

Apr 23 2006

Life is like a can of pineapples

I haven’t been posting lately not because there’s nothing interesting to write about my everyday life. I just wasn’t able to find time putting into words what has transpired during the day. There are actually lots of things I want to write about but too little time to update my journal. One of these days I will find time to really sit in front of my computer at home and start doing what I really love the most — writing -.So far, life has been good and I can’t complain.As i’m typing right now, I have, infront of me, a can of Del Monte pineapple chunks. It’s my favorite snack, dipped in salt, although my doctor had warned me not to consume too much salt and i’m feeling guilty now for defying one of his medical don’ts, I can’t help it, i’m just as stubborn as anybody when it comes to taking guilty pleasures such as getting my fill of my fave snack. I’m trying to get some rest while the kids and the hubby are deep in their slumber. It’s so unusual for me to spend a weekend afternoon in the computer as i’m always occupied with things to do or with a book to read. This weekend, because the weather was not a sunshiney as it was during the workweek, we confined ourselves inside the house, but not after attending mass and a birthday lunch courtesy of one of our friends.

Now, who said Canada is all about work and work. I’m starting to feel now as if I truely belong here. Yes, life is like a can of pineapples, dipped in salt, just the way I like it.

Apr 23 2006

Flash.ocx

To those who accidentally/intentionally downloaded shockwave then suddenly realized their Yahoo Messenger is not working, see this as the solution to the problem:http://www.newbie.org/help/lofiversion/index.php?t508.htmlyour Yahoo Messenger is crashing i think because of a problem with your flash.ocx file. what i did was i searched my computer for my flash.ocx file, when i found it, it was roughly 768kb.. next to it was a file called swflash.ocx which was 400kb, realising that the flash.ocx file wasn’t functioning i played around a little and renamed flash.ocx to flash.ocx.bak, then copied the swflash.ocx file and renamed it flash.ocx.this way i’ve got 2 of the same file doing different jobs, it fixed my Yahoo Messenger crash-on-start problem.

the older versions didn’t use shockwave, this is why i think the olderversions are fine.

Apr 23 2006

How Do We Earn Our Byline?


(A lecture-testimony to the fellows of the 2nd Lamiraw Creative Writing Workshop in Calbayog City, Samar, 22-24 September 2005)

ON THE WAY to this workshop, there was no turning back to the facts revealed in the headlines of Cebu’s newspapers: A policewoman stationed at the Women’s Desk (where the complaints of abused women are heard) was murdered by her own husband. A 12-year-old girl was also killed after her own father and her uncle allegedly took turns raping her. Masked men, in vigilante fashion, remained on the loose after leaving corpses of suspected criminals. Meanwhile, the governor of Cebu had joined the Cardinal’s call for an end to the bloodshed between two warring fraternities. On the political front, the city mayor and a congressman from an adjacent city were locked in a squabble on jurisdiction over a reclaimed strip of real property. Elsewhere, of course, the primetime news had been cranking up cliches ad nauseam about the doggone state of our nation: leadership crisis, the circus in Congress, a ping-pong of allegations about corruption, protests galore, and restlessness about an impending oil price increase. These news, come to think of it, are a rehash of a reality reported in newspapers, say, twenty years ago. The personalities may have changed, but the circumstances remain. Talk about bad news, and there’s really nothing new about this notion of badness under the sun: rotten politics, reckless policies, regrettable interpretation on the concept of public service.Obviously, some lessons we were supposed to know in kindergarten have been outgrown or, worse, forgotten. From these horrible happenings, certainly, we have not yet learned. Or how come we seem cursed to repeat all these things too bad and too boring as they remain true in our times. Strange, indeed, in the face of this so-called enlightened times in the summit of human achievement, in this era of information technology. So strange that the recurrence of this phenomenon patent in our headlines and primetime scoops might as well be the contents of the X-Files any Martian gone astray on earth would contemplate as an interesting subject for an essay on the human condition.
That we are apparently trapped in this vicious cycle worthy of any struggling writer’s indignation, that we are running in circles, indicates a failure of imagination. That we appear stuck and trapped in a labyrinth means we have not yet found the way out of the dark. That, indeed, the idea of transcendence and breaking through barriers remain fancy notions devoutly to be wished despite our inventions, our books, our songs.Failure of imagination is also apparent in the way our leaders and society at large remain in the dark on matters of social renewal and progress that are always the favorite topic of editorials and opinion columns in newspapers and campus publications as well as in socially committed literature. Bad roads, worsening economy, institutional apathy and a sense of drift and despair: these are also metaphors of one simple fact: our limited vision.How to look at the world in a new light? This continues to be the challenge of every writer, and this is no less of a wrestle than tilting at windmills.Though World War II, the Holocaust, the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki seem like rumors from the past, if not a figment of a nihilistic imagination, this generation can’t be deaf to the demonic roar of its own times: the 9/11 tragedy and the horror of a planet plagued by its its inhabitants carelessness and recklessness that flung our world into the pit of imminent extinction.

Against this backdrop oceanic for an existentialist to drown in, our writings might as well be paper boats, a desperate contraption and artificial imitation of Noah’s Ark through the deluge of our worries and our nightmares about doomsday scenarios straight from the movie “The Day After Tomorrow.” These cataclysms are really redundant when we reckon that these natural calamities are just variations on a trite theme of “man’s fall from grace,” or how this flood of human misery is symptomatic and symbolic of a world damned by a tide of intolerance, enmity, and inequity. Where hatred and hunger, poverty and politicians are facts of life that also hint of the state of our cultural state of being. Where estrangement from our moral moorings and a dislocation of our sensibility are a commonplace.

Failure of imagination is a matter we may ascribe to our politicians and policy-makers. But this is something we delude ourselves or hope to believe we are exempt from as we dare to play God with the purging and transformative power of the written word, out of that cloud in our head we call creative writing.This is one power worth struggling for even as we try to tame this wild and larger-than-life creature called literature, as we stubbornly attempt to discover meaning in life as well as find life in meaning. That meaning might be found as we conscript ourselves to a crusade for our culture, or when steadfastly and stubbornly assert our identity even if such identity is shadowed by forces more formidable than us and threatens to wipe out our singular voice with which we hope to amplify our authentic experience to which we are umbilically linked.Failure of imagination happens when the terrible things in the world, conspiring to cast a black eye on humanity, defeats us into seeing it with cold jaded eyes and blinking away the spark of wonder out of our gaze that ought to glint with the “pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing,” as Pablo Neruda would put it. To find something out of nothingness or the void as when another poet, Carolyn Forche, stubbornly exclaims: “Only if the dark conceives it must I think of beauty.”This knowledge I owe from Neruda and Forche matters most to me about writing beyond theories and shifting schools of thought, beyond history and politics, plot and structure, the literal and the symbolic.Despite the black wind wafting about, everybody needs metaphors to live by, and everyone has the responsibility (especially writers) to create order or a sense of cosmos out of the chaos of human experience, as much as we strive for a construction of harmony in a poem, or an orderly narrative in a reportage, a novel, a story.

But I agree there is a something much more simple and primitive and elusive that lies at the core of writing that has to do with the mystery of the created world: the need to approach this mystery with fear and loathing, at first, and finally with hope.“Eventually one must put aside the paradoxes and the explanations and simply write,” averred a novelist.

Failure of imagination, that’s something we can not blame on Cseslaw Milosz who referred to his poems as «bearing witness both to the natural wonders of the earth and the demoniac doings of history in the 20th century.» That’s something we can not accuse Octavio Paz of, as he devotes himself to the idea that poetic activity is revolutionary in nature, convinced that creative writing is an operation capable of changing the world. Writing, he swears, is both «a means of internal liberation and also a spiritual exercise.»Creative writing, after all, can only be an act of faith, of hoping against hope. That, indeed, something can still be saved. That something left for dead, like our marginalized culture and literature, can still be resurrected.Though our voices may spawn a howling wilderness of disquiet and questions, it’s comforting that there’s a coda in the Eucharist that ought to be echoed as the bottomline of our bylines: “We remember. We celebrate. We believe.”

Apr 22 2006

Integumentary System

Yep. That’s what I should have studied last weekend. But what was I doing? COMPLETING the Laboratory activities. All of it. But then the problem would be the fact that the due date is Wednesday pa po. T__T I should have studied Integumentary system instead. We’re having a Chapter Exam about it tomorrow. So much for setting priorities. I should have known.

Huh? What am I blabbing about? Well, first I enrolled for a summer class in MSH College. I have two subjects — Anatomy and Physiology and Religion 101. Im enjoying everybit of my moment. Thanks to Dr. Egarle. Ang bait ng titser namin.

Apr 22 2006

Trying To Enter Into The Scene!

Hey, I am new here! In fact I am groping blindly (as in literally) around the site. I am not sure what I am going to write on my blog and how to go about it. But it does not matter anyhow because I am excited, and learning can be a lot of fun. This lady here is trying to enter into the blog scene!

Could not think well, because it is very HOT! It is summer here in Cebu, and the temperature is soaring high (even during the nights). I am kept drowsy by the sweltering heat and my mind is always filled with thoughts of icy and sweet fruit shakes. Thus began my search for the perfect fruit shake. I began by hunting around for those famous mangoes, only to find that the really good ones were already exported. Half of the good ones which are left behind are made either into packaged juices or else as dried fruits. I was left holding in my hands puny little objects which looks anything but, mangoes. My next target were the sweet, juicy and red watermelons. Unfortunately my search only led me to pale and pink ones instead (though still juicy), but which tasted more like cucumber than watermelons. I confronted my suki vendor for giving me the undesirable items. But he passed the buck and blamed it on the gasoline price increases. I could not fathom the relationship, so I probe him further. In a serious tone he said, «it is a fact of life, that when the price of gasoline goes up — the fruits, the vegetables, including the fish and even the pork also suffer with the human lot!» Oh well..! who am I to object to his belief. I rest my case…

Apr 21 2006

burnt baby fats

I went to a job interview today and I was five minutes late.

bummer.

It’s all because of that cute bald guy at Starbucks. He might be as hot as that American Idol contestant, Chris Daughtry or as delicious as Vin Diesel.

If only he did not flirt with me I wouldn’t got the nerve to ask his name.

Ok fine I flirted first (he was standing behind me and I deliberately step on his shoes)

Well, what the hell! How can I resist those baby blues eyes, George Clooney’s smile and that smell hmmm yummy!

So after exchanging glances between newspapers and no signs of a wedding ring, I finally took the courage to say Good morning and ask his name, Brent.

Brrrrrrrrreeeeentttttt

Aww maybe that’s how I got this burnt baby fats now.

Apr 21 2006

burnt baby fats

I went to a job interview today and I was five minutes late. bummer. It’s all because of that cute bald guy at Starbucks. He might be as hot as that American Idol contestant, Chris Daughtry or as delicious as Vin Diesel. If only he did not flirt with me I wouldn’t got the nerve to ask his name. Ok fine I flirted first (he was standing behind me and I deliberately step on his shoes) Well, what

Apr 19 2006

uRIP (un-REST IN PEACE) PAUL E — A MODERN STORY OF RESURRECTION

Last Easter, I felt a bit of a shock when Paul E emailed me, wanting to know whether or not I am Inday’s brother.Paul E was a brother that my sister Inday brought home from the USAF base in Mactan in the mid 60’s. In a snap, he became a sibling who I saw around the house most of the time whenever he was out of duty at the base. This lasted a year after which he was transferred back to Vietnam.In the early 70’s we heard the bad news about how Paul was killed in action in Vietnam. The family mourned the news. We truly lost a brother.Fast forward to the 1990’s. In the interest of the Americans who for some reason or another could not go to Washington, DC to view the Vietnam War Memorial, a touring replica was built and was shown for one week in many towns and cities, both big and small. In the mid 90’s, it did a one-week exhibit in Charleston, West Virginia.The Vietnam War Memorial is a black granite wall with the names of all those who died in Vietnam etched into it. The touring replica was just as impressive. I brought my friends in Charleston to the exhibit and showed them the name of Paul E. I even did the popular practice of stenciling the name on a blank piece of paper (how I wish I still had my stencil of Paul E’s name).

And then, a bit more than 3 days (35 years, to be exact) after, Paul’s email showed up in my Inbox! Talking about finding a long lost brother!

Apr 17 2006

happy bunny day =)

How was everyone’s easter this year? As for me, I went to nel’s job in NY and i just stayed in his office, studying. It was pretty fun considering I had to wake up at 630am resulting in me falling asleep for 2 hours! HAHA. We were gonna go to church in St. Patrick’s but when we called to check the times, they said that we had to pay to sit in the church for the mass? What church makes their attendees pay to sit during mass, especially in EASTER?!?!?! LOL
Besides that, I came home to this picture in my gmail account. It’s from nelly’s mom and I think it’s really cute! HEHE

Apr 17 2006

Monday, April 17, 2006

 different drummers

If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.

Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.

Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.

Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be.

I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.

I may be your spouse, your parent, your offsping, your friend, or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right — for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and, far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences.
— excerpted from david kiersey 

— last posted this one in november. i dunno. i liked the message. less the ambiguity. straight to the point. i don’t want to be a mystery anymore. it’s getting too lonely out here…
— i’m getting the impression that i’m beginning to write a lot sparingly (that was intended to be an irony.) not like the usual. does this mean that i don’t have what it takes to write anymore?…

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