Tuesday, December 25, 2007

In sum

The first 51 weeks of 2007 was all about love: finding it, having it, and settling into my happy ever after. The final week is still all about it. But I no longer want to be married or engaged in 2008. I simply want to be ready for love, when it finds me.

Here's something nice that leaped out at me from the newspaper today:
Maybe that's what Advent is all about: a constant forward looking. Maybe that's what Christmas is all about: a constant hope, fresh start and new beginning.
- Fr. Jerry Orbos

From www.galingpinoy.com

Merry Christmas, people!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Happy birthday, love

I haven't been a good girl, and I didn't send the present I was so excited to give you because I thought it wouldn't be welcome. But this song's for you.

You And I Both
Jason Mraz

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh I'm taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright light turns to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day we'll sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just dream of
Others only read of the love, the love that I love.

See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words
More words than I had ever heard and I feel so alive

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Oh and if you could see me now
oh love, love

You and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore

And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now
Well I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out of
Finally deedeedeedee
Well I'm almost finally, finally
Well I'm free, oh that's me

And it's okay if you have to go away
Oh just remember the telephone's really working on both ways
And if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang

Cause you and I both loved
what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of,
I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

MFA Saturday

Ever since I started taking my MFA, I've had plenty of fun Saturdays to look forward to--and then look back at. We don't have classes anymore--we haven't had any for two years now, I think--but the fun hasn't stopped.

Jonathan was in town for a seminar and the Philippine PEN fiction anthology book launch this weekend. Of course we couldn't let that pass, even if only four of us were able to make it.

We pulled another all-nighter: Barbara's in Intramuros for the launch (I love the cream puffs); some place in Malate for beer, sisig, mussels, and garlic mushrooms; Bed for a quick peek (there was so much cigarette smoke, I couldn't breath after half an hour watching all those yummy gay men dancing); Starbucks Malate for coffee (my favorite toffee nut latte, yum) and for some lazy picture-taking; and then McDonald's in the United Nations Avenue (thus called because the UN office is there) for breakfast.

We had an average of four beers between us at this place at this makeshift sidestreet bar. I can't recall what it's called, but it's right across Friendly's Guesthouse.

One of the pictures we took of ourselves as we lounged in the comfy chairs of Starbucks, waiting for sunrise.

Saturday, December 8, 2007


Northgate Cyberzone's been decorating, and I've been seeing giants these past few days.

I was surprised to see a row of evenly distributed pots. They line the walkway I pass through on my way to work and back home. They're made of concrete, but painted to look like clay.

I'm hoping they will be filled with nice little trees for natural shade--and to help keep the fresh air that characterizes this part of Muntinlupa City.

I like Northgate Cyberzone because it's a relatively new area, and there are still empty lots. But there's a lot of construction going on, and it won't be long until the suburban feel is replaced by the hustle and bustle I associate with (and dislike about) the bigger cities.

It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas too! Aside from the usual sort of Christmas lights, Northgate Cyberzone has balls--

--giant Christmas balls.

You can't miss them.

I was hoping they'd be all lit up at night, but no. They just have little spotlights trained on them.

Unfortunately, I haven't mastered my Samsung digicam yet, so I don't know how to take good pictures at night.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

From the convention of those wounded in love

I'm just quoting! I didn't help draft the charter (oh, how I wish) but I'll willingly sign it.

One of these days, I'll smile and say I won't change a thing. But it's not one of those days yet.

From Paulo Coelho's blog:
Article 1 – All lovers, of any sex, are alerted that love, besides being a blessing, is also something extremely dangerous, unpredictable and capable of causing serious damage. Consequently, anyone planning to love should be aware that they are exposing their body and soul to various types of wounds, and that they shall not be able to blame their partner at any moment, since the risk is the same for both.
And here's another one:
Final determination: Those wounded in love, unlike those wounded in armed conflict, are neither victims nor torturers. They chose something that is part of life, and so they have to accept both the agony and the ecstasy of their choice.

And those who have never been wounded in love will never be able to say: “I have lived”. Because they haven’t.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Sad news twice over

It's a sad week for Philippine literature. A moment of prayer, please.

Doc Bau had a stroke last Monday. I've asked around, via text, and I've been told he's out of the ICU.

Edit: (7:29pm) According to my classmate, Jenny, who asked someone very credible, it wasn't a stroke, but an intestinal problem. He's okay.

Rene Villanueva had a heart attack last Monday. He died this afternoon.

He didn't know me, I'm sure, but he was the professor in my UP undergrad scriptwriting class, when I was a practically terrified writer, treading in a pool of extremely talented people.

He was so good and so frank he terrified me even more, but pushed to drowning, I learned to kick back up.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Oops, I did it again

I never learn. First, I try to be uninvolved. I run through my responsibilities, trying to keep my heart out of the whole business. But a nip here and a nip there, a little nuzzle, and I fall. Hard.

I'm in love. Again.

Her name is Diwata. She's a Belgian Malinois puppy. She's not mine.
Diwata with my slipper.
She's tiny, but tough.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

She makes me happy

Strawberry milkshake + strawberry Champola = Pure bliss.
Keona tasting strawberry milkshake for the first time.
Happy birthday, Lolo!