if there was one thing that ondoy taught me on a more personal level, it's the importance of organization. specifically, it's the need to place everything where they will avoid being flooded. during ondoy, and santi last weekend, i've had to scamper to take files and boxes to higher ground because water was seeping in through the cracks at the floor. i remember thinking i really need to move stuff to new places.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
diy: reorganizing
Friday, October 16, 2009
All The Small Things
Sunday, October 4, 2009
realities
it's been a week. seven days of being glued to the computer, tv and phone, shocked and sad and thankful all at the same time. of alternating between needing validation and assuaging guilt. of trying. of making excuses. of trying to find the right words, and keeping silent when there are none. of being angry, and realizing the futility. of looking for something more. of making promises. of waiting for the right time.
my personal morality yardstick is caring. and this week, we saw what happens when we don't care enough, but on the other hand we also witnessed what miracles we achieve when we care a lot.
this isn't over. though it will fade as we move on, it will never be over.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
eyes wide shut
maybe i really have massive blinkers on.
when we (meaning my mum, aunt, two uncles and myself) drove down for a long weekend at nyc, i was not prepared. i didn't have an agenda, except to make sure we not get lost and manage the meet-up with my cousin. i had vague ideas about striking out to get the nyc experience, but i guess i'm too chicken. so when my uncles decided to go out and watch larry carlton perform a set at the famed blue note, i had to go with them if i would ever have something unique to remember of that weekend.
which was not to say i enjoyed every minute of it. i realized i'm not really into instrumentalists, though i appreciate how good they are. i guess music without words don't quite strike that chord within. and to think the only part i really, really enjoyed was when i realized he was playing the lord's prayer and i was the first to recognize it. after that, i had already drunk half a bottle of corona so i was a bit fuzzy.
maybe it was that corona that did it. because after the set, when the lights went on, we discovered we were sharing a table with this spanish guy who was nursing a bottle of red by himself. being the talkaative guy he is, my older uncle chatted up the guy (his name was jorge) and discovered he was a promoter. etc, etc. and i was like, bleh. because i really didn't know how to chat up someone i didn't know, much less a guy, i instead gave off the vibe that i couldn't care one way or the other. when in fact i really, really cared.
i don't remember whether he was hot, or even cute. i don't think i even bothered to look too closely. which now, i realized, is the whole problem. i know i have a defeatist attitude. i've heard that line about people loving people who love themselves. but i honestly don't know how to go past that. because i'm too chicken.
Monday, August 31, 2009
first day high
so. in another attempt to pursue unfinished business after, well, finishing graduate school, i am embarking on a four-month journey to a healthier body.
