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Sunday, April 26, 2009
Sundae
Before sleep, I unshuffle iTunes and set it to Charlotte Gainsbourg's 5:55 record. Hah! Because there is nothing more soporific than her tired face with a faint light behind it or the words "chocolate perfume" being kneaded from speech to song. Then sleep.
After 5:55 come other sounds (try Daft Punk, Demi Lovato yeah, DMB, etc.) Finally, Ennio Morricone. And what the Witching Hour hell, I wake up, I am scared shitless. Titled Tre Colonne In Cronaca from a 1990 movie with the same name.
The guitar inside its black case looks like a person. If Time could speak, or worse, sing. This song.
Tomorrow the same talk of "Our country's doomed," this and that, and "Duh, who cares."
P.S.: Woodie Guthrie does! ( ...subalit ang Tunay na Lalake/ ay isa ring pasista/ ngunit hindi sa lipunan/ kundi sa kama.)
After 5:55 come other sounds (try Daft Punk, Demi Lovato yeah, DMB, etc.) Finally, Ennio Morricone. And what the Witching Hour hell, I wake up, I am scared shitless. Titled Tre Colonne In Cronaca from a 1990 movie with the same name.
The guitar inside its black case looks like a person. If Time could speak, or worse, sing. This song.
Tomorrow the same talk of "Our country's doomed," this and that, and "Duh, who cares."
P.S.: Woodie Guthrie does! ( ...subalit ang Tunay na Lalake/ ay isa ring pasista/ ngunit hindi sa lipunan/ kundi sa kama.)
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Visayas-wide power outage today. And at long last I finally concluded that Faulkner book (been with me since Cambodia.) Did I like it? Yes.
Looking forward to two weeks of learning how to write. Because I care.
Looking forward to two weeks of learning how to write. Because I care.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Cassava club
Monday, April 20, 2009
Baybayon
A bit about water from Atwood's Penelopiad.
"Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does."
The summer's third sea excursion. Two more in the calendar, but I can handle more.
"Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does."
The summer's third sea excursion. Two more in the calendar, but I can handle more.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Love #1
Si Aninipot
Diyutay'ng aninipot sa kagabhion
Kinsa'y naghatag sa imong silaw?
Si Nanay kanako nagsugilon
Nga igsuon ikaw sa bituon.
Diyutay'ng aninipot sa kagabhion
Kinsa'y naghatag sa imong silaw?
Si Nanay kanako nagsugilon
Nga igsuon ikaw sa bituon.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
For dessert...
The cutest banana that ever split.
In this photo: Senorita banana, F.I.C. vanilla ice cream, cinnamon powder
In this photo: Senorita banana, F.I.C. vanilla ice cream, cinnamon powder
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Finished playing Scrabble on Facebook at five freaking o'clock in the morning. My face feels like stale bread.
Today's paper:
From Dolly Anne Carvajal's Dolly Wood: "Gabby Concepcion isn't fond of watching himself on TV. He cringes whenever he comes across his old movies on TV," and "Pops Fernandez isn't comfy singing in a karaoke bar."
From a condom ad: "So thin, you'll feel nothing!"
Truth. Empty sex. Discuss.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Boobs
My father likes the word "aggrupation." I prefer "gathering" or even "union." He agreed to use the latter. Together, we suss out the Essay.
The family arrived from Moalboal yesterday. Third time's a hex. We saw a nekkid lady (or former man) by the shore making porn-love to the camera. I met an old woman's eye while all happened, and we sighed. The glaring breast implants and tummy surgeries didn't help. And don't get me started with the face.
Thankfully, the sea remained decent.
The family arrived from Moalboal yesterday. Third time's a hex. We saw a nekkid lady (or former man) by the shore making porn-love to the camera. I met an old woman's eye while all happened, and we sighed. The glaring breast implants and tummy surgeries didn't help. And don't get me started with the face.
Thankfully, the sea remained decent.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Moalboal with the fam tomorrow. Three days, two nights. Bye.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Aloguinsan, Cebu
Friday, April 3, 2009
recuperating
"What does she have on her face?"
"Paperized cocaine," I joked.
What happened for breakfast was whole wheat pancakes. They happened well. Although I still can't get the proper spin-momentum required to make a decent poached egg. The ones I've churned out so far look depressed.
Depressed. I don't like being sick. I'm not a big fan of massages either, because I always end up getting bruised. In spite of having it "light lang", the hematomas materialize like relatives.
Kayaking with the parents in Aloguinsan tomorrow.
"Paperized cocaine," I joked.
What happened for breakfast was whole wheat pancakes. They happened well. Although I still can't get the proper spin-momentum required to make a decent poached egg. The ones I've churned out so far look depressed.
Depressed. I don't like being sick. I'm not a big fan of massages either, because I always end up getting bruised. In spite of having it "light lang", the hematomas materialize like relatives.
Kayaking with the parents in Aloguinsan tomorrow.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
i am innocent
The final meal requests at the Texas Department of Criminal Justice Death Row Page are meaty-intriguing. Stanley Baker, Jr. requested for two 16 oz. ribeyes, one lb. turkey breast (sliced thin), twelve strips of bacon, two large hamburgers with mayo, onion, and lettuce, two large baked potatoes with butter, sour cream, cheese, and chives, four slices of cheese or one-half pound of grated cheddar cheese, chef salad with blue cheese dressing, two ears of corn on the cob, one pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and four vanilla Cokes or Mr. Pibb.
Stacey Lawton wanted a jar of dill pickles, while James Powell wished for a pot of coffee.
Carlos Santana, living up to his namesake, desired "Justice, Temperance, with Mercy."
This girl would probably demand an attractive sushi-and-sashimi platter and a pitcher of ice cold lemon water.
