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Monday, December 25, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
I don't know.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Had a party at home hosted by ma. She ordered one hundred (yes) pieces of siomai. We also had roast beef, (Cebu!) lechon, shrimp in coconut milk, wine, and so on. I love food.
Next was Ralf's after party (?) Was able to catch up with the last carol of the night. Then leaned against parked cars and finally, had four tagays of Red Whore.
Tomorrow is another party, Earl's. Remember last year when we rode the ferris wheel? In a sense, I love coming home. It's always about outliving. About re-acquainting yourself with the lamp posts you missed, the Soho lights along the paved roads, the eager night poised to swallow you unwhole. Does it matter if people change? If people get over certain things and jump in again? Not really.
Now I'm home, fresh from my rather strong long island iced tea.
if your soul died, whose life
are you living and
when did you become that person?
(from "Echoes" by Louise Gluck)
Next was Ralf's after party (?) Was able to catch up with the last carol of the night. Then leaned against parked cars and finally, had four tagays of Red Whore.
Tomorrow is another party, Earl's. Remember last year when we rode the ferris wheel? In a sense, I love coming home. It's always about outliving. About re-acquainting yourself with the lamp posts you missed, the Soho lights along the paved roads, the eager night poised to swallow you unwhole. Does it matter if people change? If people get over certain things and jump in again? Not really.
Now I'm home, fresh from my rather strong long island iced tea.
if your soul died, whose life
are you living and
when did you become that person?
(from "Echoes" by Louise Gluck)
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Have a sty in my eye, three long tests tomorrow, a yearning for a good dinner and you asking how my day went... Thank you :)
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Among shoes, I am the one with the pebble,
among days, the one that never comes,
among the bones you find on the beach
the one that sings was mine.
from "Night Song"
by Lisel Mueller.
among days, the one that never comes,
among the bones you find on the beach
the one that sings was mine.
from "Night Song"
by Lisel Mueller.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
I don't like oily food. My sister's leftover pishbol is on the computer table and it's saying, "Hello, my name is oil" And I reply, "I don't like you, oil. You make me dizzy. A la-di-dah kind of dizzy. The one that makes you hurl when it's all over." And so on.
Jorge Luis Borges, on the other hand, said:
Final as a statue
your absence will sadden other fields.
Jorge Luis Borges, on the other hand, said:
Final as a statue
your absence will sadden other fields.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Nevermind this overexposed pic and whatnot. I feel OLD...
Second year high school, with Yums.
Second year high school, with Yums.
Thursday, December 7, 2006
F.A. ROOM OWNAGE...
I don't know. Sasha took this. Not candid or anything. Looking hysterical. Writing. Ayee.
Sasha Martinez.
Verne the Happy.
An artist's depiction of the great Father Javellana...
... and Xander.
To Uzi: Wings of the Anima :) Hahaha.
* * *
Late Fragment
Raymond Carver
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
I don't know. Sasha took this. Not candid or anything. Looking hysterical. Writing. Ayee.
Sasha Martinez.
Verne the Happy.
An artist's depiction of the great Father Javellana...
... and Xander.
To Uzi: Wings of the Anima :) Hahaha.
Late Fragment
Raymond Carver
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Today I (and Kaka) cheated a little on poetry class. Lo and behold, I am nice. And I'm going to Vietnam.
Listening to Katrina and the Waves' "Walking on Sunshine."
Listening to Katrina and the Waves' "Walking on Sunshine."
Sunday, December 3, 2006
A YM conversation with my sister:
nikay_p: ka hinumdom ka sa atong Pidodido na cycling shorts sauna?
barforama_99: katong red?
barforama_99: katong naay tshirt.
nikay_p: naa pud tay kuluts
barforama_99: terno
nikay_p: unsaon na pag spell
nikay_p: culloutes?
barforama_99: culottes
barforama_99: ambot
barforama_99: di oi, murag culawts
barforama_99: colots
barforama_99: kulots
nikay_p: kuluts lagi
nikay_p: basta kanang murag skirt na shorts.
barforama_99: bitaw
nikay_p: ka hinumdom ka sa atong Pidodido na cycling shorts sauna?
barforama_99: katong red?
barforama_99: katong naay tshirt.
nikay_p: naa pud tay kuluts
barforama_99: terno
nikay_p: unsaon na pag spell
nikay_p: culloutes?
barforama_99: culottes
barforama_99: ambot
barforama_99: di oi, murag culawts
barforama_99: colots
barforama_99: kulots
nikay_p: kuluts lagi
nikay_p: basta kanang murag skirt na shorts.
barforama_99: bitaw
Saturday, December 2, 2006
Watched Middle Finger Po (Tanghalang Ateneo) in the Rizal Mini Theatre. Glad I did. Caught up with the latter part of the Rurouni Kenshin special in Animax when I went home. Brings you back to those moments when the world was bathed in fireflies.
Imagine yourself a caterpillar.
There's an awful shrug and, suddenly,
You're beautiful for as long as you live.
-"Poem For People That Are Understandably
Too Busy To Read Poetry" by Stephen Dunn
Imagine yourself a caterpillar.
There's an awful shrug and, suddenly,
You're beautiful for as long as you live.
-"Poem For People That Are Understandably
Too Busy To Read Poetry" by Stephen Dunn