Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Cagbalete. The Great Flood. Mom's visit. Band of brothers. Binondo. Relatives ahoy. Hello Kitty. Bohol. Blogging. Loss. Generosity of spirit. Learning. La Union. Blogger friends. Injury. Cebu. Happiness. Vigan. Tampuhan. SF. Spice. Desktop suvives. Bataan. Teaching. Musa survives. Triumph.
Now, I welcome 2010 with open arms.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
what a world of wonder this world can be!"
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
upang mapaligaya ang aking Pasko.
Bakit mo pa kaya kailangan sabihin sa akin 'yan,
para naman kasi hindi mo pa alam.
Ang aking araw-araw ay iyo ng iniba
mula pa nung ikaw ay aking nakilala.
Pinasayaw ang ikot ng aking munting mundo,
binigyan ng dahilan ang bawat oras at minuto.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
On the day itself, I deliberately refrained from running through the two pieces. Some of the members were
I said no.
I told them, "We have been practicing for the past five weeks. What would another run though do except tire you out? Everything that was needed to be learned was already covered. I'm not asking you to be perfect, but what I'm asking for is that you give your best shot when you go onstage. I'm doing this because I have to trust that I taught you well. I have to trust that you will perform with all honesty and integrity. I have faith that you will deliver, so you have to have faith in yourselves."
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
It was an uphill battle from the start for the choir and me. Given the fact that the pool of auditionees was limited to members of the organization, to say that there were scant options is an understatement. Nonetheless, I personally listened to those who auditioned, and handpicked people who had sharp ears and good tonal memory. The rehearsal period was very short, and I'd really rather have a group who were fast learners rather than singers with beautiful voices.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Kaya hayun. Pumunta na lang si Eternal Wanderer sa YouuChoob at yumuyog sa tugtuging ito:
Tara, Hello Kitty, yugyugan na tayo! weeeeeeee
Kaya John Stan and Xtian, mga echozerang froglette kayo!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
- Honking you car in unmoving traffic may ease your tension, but does it ultimately get you anywhere?
- Sophistication is an art. It can always be learned. However, no amount of money can buy breeding. Ever.
- Forcing your own beliefs, standards, and philosophies on others is a splendid way to alienate people.
- Lovers come and go, but you can always count on genuine friendship.
- Advice dished out is but a recommendation. If followed, well and good. If not, don't make it your problem. Trust that the person is fully capable of leading his or her own life.
- Do we really need this much noise in our lives?
- Affection is always free to give and free to accept. The giver offers it with with no price tag, and the receiver does not look for any fine print.
- Politeness and charm unlock doors faster than being loutish and obnoxious.
- Try to ask, "What am I getting out of it?" the moment you're tempted to harbor negative feelings. You might be surprised with the answer/s that you'll come up with.
- Opening the heart to the wonders of loving and being loved can be scary; choosing to be cold and barren emotionally can be even scarier.
- I miss my Hello Kitty hihihihihihi
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
And there are days you just draw a blank.
You stare at the screen. Until your eyes water up. Nothing comes out of of your head.
Brain-melt days. This is one of them.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
I prolly need more scratching from Hello Kitty.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The time was brief, but I would have not exchanged those moments for anything else in the world.
I miss you. I really do.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Regla Bell, on the right, and Yumilka Ruiz, on the left, were the other starting outside hitters (OH) for Cuba during the 90's. Bell is unusual because she is a left-handed OH when most southpaws are assigned as opposite (utility) hitters. Ruiz took over the starting position of Mireya Luis, and remained with the team until the Beijing Olympics.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
A man offered to pay a sum of money to his twelve-year-old daughter if she mowed the lawn. The girl went at the task with great zest and by evening the whole lawn had been beautifully mowed-well, everything except a large uncut patch of grass in one corner.
When the man said he couldn’t pay the sum agreed upon because the whole lawn hadn’t been mowed, the girl said she was ready to forego the money, but would not cut the grass in the patch.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
He's a columnist for an online newspaper, and wrote about his recent trip to the Philippines here, here, and here.
I understand where he's coming from. He's been staying in the States for almost a good four decades or so. Chances are, his memories of the Philippines are frozen in time. And I don't blame him if he sees what he left all those years ago radically changed. That's putting it mildly.
It is true that many places in the Philippines, especially in the highly urbanized centers, may not be pleasing to the eyesight. It is also equally true that the socio-political system in the country is skewed to favor those who have the money and those who have the power. Everywhere, there is graft and corruption. Everywhere, there is filth, squalor, and poverty.
That is the life for most people living here in the Philippines, and may take several generations to undo the damage we ourselves have brought upon the country. For if we have not remained apathetic and indifferent to the system, then we might have not found ourselves in the mess that we are in. If each and one of us asked, "What can I do for my motherland?", perhaps we would not find ourselves being apologetic for the ills and conditions of our society.
My Tito was here for a scant two weeks or so, and most of the time, he was staying in Metro Manila. But Manila is not the Philippines, and the Philippines is definitely not Manila. Sure, Manila is just like any other big city in the world,: fast, rude, noisy, and polluted. However, if he only ventured out further than the city and its surrounding environs, he would've had a better grasp of what the country is all about. He would've experienced the serene white beaches, the breath-taking vistas of mountains and plains, and most especially the genuine character of the Filipino people. Tell me, who would not be charmed by generous hospitality offered to you in the countryside? Who would not be touched with if they share with you the meager resources they have? Who would not be charmed by the warm reception and the casual conversations you encounter in the provinces?
I am lucky to have been around the world. I, too, am lucky to have gone around the Philippines. My mom always said, "Wag maging dayuhan sa sariling bayan." She made sure I familiarized myself with my own country even before I stepped foot on foreign soil. Too bad my Tito, in many instances, experienced the bad part of the proverbial two-sided coin.
So at the risk of sounding defiant, I will say it out say it aloud.
There is no place like the Philippines. I am proud to call it home.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Imagine a future where a new generation of super-heroes conduct themselves no better than super-villains. Imagine a future where the line between good and evil is blurred beyond distinction. Imagine a future where the old guard is pushed aside, and chaos reigns supreme. Imagine a future where an aging preacher's prophetic visions can lead to the world's apocalyptic destruction or its ultimate salvation.
Mark Waid and Alex Ross' chef-d'oeuvre moves forward 20 years from the present, into the time where Superman and his colleagues have either turned their backs at the world or operate under the cloak of subterfuge. In their stead, a new generation of super-heroes emerge, more violent and heavy-handed than their predecessors ever were. Wonder Woman coaxes a tragedy-laden Superman out of retirement to lead the restoration of peace and order throughout the world. Slowly, with the help of their now-aged colleagues and protegees, they keep the new batch of super-heroes and super villains in line by literally muscling their way through.
Unfortunately, their totalitarian approach is viewed with much suspicion by both non-powered colleagues and villains. The faction led by Batman insists that the methodology of Superman's Justice League is no different than what he is battling against. Luthor and his cohorts, on the other hand, prepare to counter the Justice League with their most formidable weapon: a Mr. Mind-controlled Captain Marvel.
The great battle meets head-on as Luthor unleashes Captain Marvel on the Gulag, the fort where the Justice League has incarcerated the super-villains. In the escalating melee, the head of the United Nations decides to aim a nuclear warhead to obliterate the meta-humans --- heroes and villains alike --- once and for all. It is only through the valiant self-sacrifice of Captain Marvel that some meta-humans survive the outcome of the great holocaust.
An enraged Superman returns to the United Nations, followed the surviving meta-humans. He is then made to realize the complex situation of masked crusading: that they cannot live in the world and live above and apart from it. In the ensuing epilogue, poignant scenes are depicted on how they fully integrate themselves as members of a kinder and better human/meta-human society.
The Kingdom Come whole saga is complex, rich, and multi-layered in its approach to narration. Waid frames it within the perspective of Norman McCay, an aging minister plagued with prophetic visions of a catastrophic future. He is guided through the story by the Specter, who acts both as a commentator and judge to the unfolding events. But the Biblical allusions do not stop with the avenging angel imagery. The entire narrative is replete with Biblical references, specifically to those of the Book of Revelations. It's hard press to miss the symbolism of Superman as the militant Messiah, the savior who shall bring war in order to make peace.
Equally stupendous is Ross' contribution to the series. His painted artwork gives a stunning feel to the series' visual design. Each panel was of photo-realistic quality; reading through series is akin to viewing a very gorgeous album. It was my first encounter with Alex Ross' work, and I've been a fan ever since.
All in all, the series is certainly a worthwhile read, both as a comic book series and as a literary work of fiction. It most surely will stand the test of time because of the relevant themes and situations presented. Perhaps this what really classic comic story lines are: they still remain pertinent to the reader's experience years after they were written.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
At binibigay ko ito dahil ikaw yata ang gustong gawing himig ng aking puso.
P.S. Tulad ko, hindi sya perfect, pero I'm giving it to you in all my honesty and sincerity :)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
"Worlds live! Worlds die!"
The whole narrative hinges on intrinsic duality of nature: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. The Monitor has his own antithesis
Muddy mess all tidied up, ey?
The resulting cannon-fodder notwithstanding (including major characters from Earth-1 such as Supergirl, the Flash, and Wonder Woman), the aftermath of the Crisis provided a fresh start for DC. They cashed on heavily on the opportunity to launch new titles and to update various storylines.
In some aspects, they were very successful. Case in point was with the character of Wonder Woman. She didn't die after all, but was de-evolved into clay, and the time table re-set on her along with the Amazons. George Perez headed the creative team that launched her into the new (and single) DC-verse, strengthened the ties of her Greek mythological origins, and provided a very plausible insight into her ironic characterization as the warrior-princess seeking peace in a man's world.
On the other hand, while John Byrne's re-imagining of the Man of Steel was initially received with unanimous praise, it spawned massive continuity glitches in its wake. This time, there are no Kryptonian survivors from the barren and sterile planet save for a lone baby space-warped to Earth in a birthing matrix. He grows up with the Kents somewhere in Middle America as a normal kid and teenager. No superheroic capers for Clark Kent, and he only dons the Superman costume in his adulthood.
That would've worked out fine, except for one, not so-slight problem: the Legion of Superheroes. A huge fan-favorite title enjoying brisk sales, the whole concept hinged on the idea of teenagers, 1,000 years in the future, forming a band of heroes with the exploits of Superboy as their inspiration. But wait, Byrne said that there was no Boy of Steel anymore, right? The resultant explanation of Byrne involving pocket Earths and dimension hopping proved too much of a headache to handle for both the editorial staff and the readers. Sales quickly plummeted, and several years later the title had to completely re-booted from scratch to provide new origins for the group.
But taking the opus as it is, Crisis on Infinite Earths stands the test of time in its majestic breadth of story-telling. True, Wolfman's dialogue may sound awkward and clunky at times, but that can be attributed to the writing style of the period. The George Perez look may also be anachronistic from the modern point of view, but for my money's worth, no artist approaches him in terms of detailing something even as minute as the background. And with literally cast of thousands, he makes a breath-taking and magnificent job in each panel and spread of the comic book. His artwork is even more spruced up by the inks of the veterans Dick Giordano, Jerry Ordway, and Mike DeCarlo, formidable artists on their own right.
Monday, October 26, 2009
P.S. I wasn't suppose to bring this post out, but an early morning text that reminded about the whole snafu. To say it made my blood curdle again is an understatement.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
You see, Eternal Wanderer is having a severe case of techie gadget itch.
He's thinking of junking his white Macbook for a new 15 inch Macbook Pro. He's actually been salivating at the thought of acquiring the unibody model ever since it came out last year. The battery life longer, about 7 hrs or so compared to the paltry 2.5 hours of the older Macbooks. Plus the new Macbooks have a dvd writer and SD card-reader already built in, as opposed to the older model.
The downside? It's gonna set him back by roughly 113 grand. Throw in about 40K, and he can already buy a decent second-hand car. Or at 113K, he can get a cool Windows-based laptop, and rig up 3 powerful desktops, as well.
Speaking of desktops, Eternal Wanderer is also thinking of doing an upgrade with his desktop. He loves his desktop since he works it like there's no tomorrow. He learned the hard (and expensive) way of not abusing a laptop by leaving it powered-on for weeks at a time. A year and P14,ooo bucks later, he realized that desktops are still the way to go for everyday, heavy duty usage. His current, more than two years old desktop is respectable enough: a 2.66 Core2Duo with 2 GB RAM and a 500 GB HD running on an XP SP3 operating system. But now, he's down to prolly the last 15 GB of HD space, so a new 1.5 TB HD is in order (am I a hard
Of course, that's roughly gonna cost him 25K.
Maybe EB is right. Eternal Wanderer, at the very least, should change the battery of his trusty old N73. For just a thousand bucks , he can enjoy hours of talking
Friday, October 23, 2009
The light from the sun was gently streaming through the windows while I was having a leisure brunch around ten in the morning. My phone rang all of a sudden, so I took a peek at who was calling.
I was in for a nice surprise.
It was Spice.
He asked if I was doing anything. I teasingly replied that he only calls me if he needs something. He laughed boisterously.
(I can picture how his laugh brings out his dimples.)
I told him, "Nandito ka sa Manila ano?"
"Oo. Eternal Wanderer, kung wala kang ginagawa, gala naman tayo," he sheepishly said.
It has been a while since I last saw him. I heard he was working out. I was curious how he looked like now. I was also looking for a reason to get out of the house.
I probably could have come up with a thousand and one more excuses to justify my meeting up with Spice. Perhaps, if I just acknowledged one thing, just one thing, then I would not have gone through all the trouble rationalizing my decision.
And that one thing was that I did want to meet up with Spice.
So I said yes.
It was a bright afternoon while I was waiting in the car for Spice to arrive; a far cry from the dismal weather the city has been experiencing of late.
Then I saw him. He was down the street, walking towards the car from a short distance. The sun was basking him in the light, making his dark blue jeans and light blue shirt take on a fair hue.
"He still cuts a dapper figure. And yes, he is still manages to take my breath away," I mused to myself.
The mellowness of a memory past rippled through the surface of my thoughts. At first, I couldn't articulate the dim reflections in my mind. My brows gathered as I tried to grab at the meanderings. All I knew that the scene playing right before me had a tone that was amicably familiar.
At that instant, I relaxed and smiled.
I smiled because I remembered.
I remembered as only one can when sun gently shines on the heart; as only one can when the mind's skies are overcast no more.
(I couldn't help but smile. For it was a good memory after all.)
We spent most part of the afternoon in a mall doing nothing and everything. He needed a haircut. I needed to run some errands for my father. He also badgered me for some driving lessons, and I obliged willingly. We wound up in U.P.; and soon enough, he was able to master the intricate balance of clutch and gas in the first gear.
I had a good time. I really did. And before sleep overtook me in bed that night, I realized why I enjoyed every moment of it.
It is because the day is beautiful when the skies are already clear and the rains are no more.
It is because now, I can truly see how the sun shines, warm and bright in my life.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
In order to satiate her quench, she consumes a far-flung star system populated with inhabited worlds. Consequently, the Shi-Ar empire seeks retribution and hounds her futilely through the vast expanse of space. She returns to Earth, and in a battle of the highest psychic order, Professor Xavier manages to re-bind the mental circuit breakers. She is eventually put on trial by the Shi-Ar, to which Xavier counters with a rebuttal via a battle-challenge.
On the moon, Jean Grey and the X-men make their last stand. When she sees Cyclops struck down, the rebound psychic barriers crumble apart, and she slowly transforms into the dark godling once again. But she realizes that the duality of her persona would haunt her for all eternity, and riddled with the guilt of having taken billions of lives, she chooses to annihilate herself while still in a vulnerable phase of transition.
The theme of redemption through self-sacrifice and the idea that absolute power corrupts were huge concepts for me as a kid. It held, and still holds, a fascinating sway over me. I can remember buying the trade paperback when I was around 11 or 12 yrs old, and patiently reading it through in one sitting. Revisiting it as an adult, the dialogue seems to be a tad bit stilted and dated in style and flow. However, the basic narrative remains intact, and ultimately, powerfully moving. Whatever his writing faults are, Chris Claremont remains the definitive writer of the X-men for me. John Byrne, inked over by Terry Austin, is at his classic best. I will always associate his artwork with his early impressive runs on the Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, and Alpha Flight.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Si Varsity Boy ay kasalukuyang may girlfriend na approve na approve si Eternal Wanderer.
Si Eternal Wanderer naman ay single ngayon at kasalukuyang naghahanap ng booking.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Here's some of the books Eternal Wanderer has recently tried out:
Years later, Eternal Wanderer is still a dumb blond. But now, he thanks to the book reader Stanza, he's been downloading e-books like crazy. One of the books he downloaded was Fountainhead. He picked up to courage to read it, and found himself thoroughly enjoying the novel. It practically read like good soap-opera stuff, albeit of the wordy kind. But in the last 1/3 of the book, he was got a migraine. The courtroom monologue of Howard Roark, the main character, was a little bit too much for Eternal Wanderer. It was major word puke. Eternal Wanderer wondered, "Why didn't Howard Roark simply say 'Fuck y'all. I'm an individual, so stuff it!'"
Of course, that line of reasoning would've put Howard Roark in jail for the rest of his life.
Eternal Wanderer is tickled pink at his own dumb blondness.
With an enticing title "Dark Sword," how could Eternal Wanderer refuse to read such a book?
It was an enjoyable romp in the hay. Joram's sword very much delighted Eternal Wanderer. He even spent nights of torrid fantasy with the thoughts of caressing Joram's long and turgid sword. But it was the idea of the Technomancers (people who derived their magic through death) that gave him pause. He thought, "If I kill all roaches in the house, can it make my lashes magically curl up permanently? Do I have to do it myself, or can I just call in pest control? No, wait, if I call in pest control, it's their lashes that might be magically curled up permanently! We wouldn't want that, would we?"
Eternal Wanderer is amazed with the dumb blond ideas he can think of.
Since he really adored the lush narrative of Gabriel Garcia-Marquez's Love in Time of Cholera, he decided to give 100 Years of Solitude a go. It was going on fine maybe until about the fourth generation. By that time, he almost completely lost it. The characters' names were all the same, and it was confusing the heck out of him. Eternal Wanderer even had to whip out a paper and write down who was who just so that he could keep track with all the characters.
It was then he realized that Garcia-Marquez was trying to emphasize the cyclical nature of of life. The flaws and sins of the (fore)fathers continue to haunt the children, generation after generation. Because of this, the past, present, and future are bound with one another in an inevitable spiraling towards an uncertain fate.
Eternal Wanderer just had a verbal and philosophical fart!
My, my, my. There may still be hope for the dumb blond Eternal Wanderer, after all.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Si Varsity Boy at Ako: Pers Lab 7 (Engel, Last na 'To. Promise!)
Thursday, October 15, 2009
"Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection."
Being pretentious doesn't cut it. I am what I am. I don't have to be apologetic about it.
"Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass."
Genuine love, however precious, still exists. When it comes into my life, whether in the form of family, friends, or lovers, I embrace it wholeheartedly.
"Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth."
I have already done a lot of things in my life. My dues are paid and my worth proven. Now, it's time to sit back and relax.
"Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune."
I build and strengthen myself up because at the end of the day, I can be the only one who I can truly rely own.
"But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness."
Worries and anxieties are floating cobwebs in the mind. They hinder me in seeing what really needs to be done. Everything is temporal in in life. They will all pass. Problems included.
"Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself."
Being harsh and overly critical with one's self is chips away at self-esteem. Gentle always does the trick.
"You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here."
I am assured that no matter what, I have a place under the sun. The thought give me immense comfort.
"And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should."
Things have a funny way of falling into place. Whether I like it or not, it is as it should be.
"Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be."
Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipoténtem.
"And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul. "
Peace with myself, peace with others, are always oases in times of turbulence. That is why I put much value in it.
"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world."
I know. I only have to truly clear my sight to appreciate life and be grateful for it.
"Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Hindi sya makatulog.
Palaging laman ng isip nya ay si...ermmm...hihihi
Kaya si Eternal Wanderer ay napakanta na lang nito:
Monday, October 12, 2009
and remember what peace there may be in silence."
be on good terms with all persons."
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story."
they are vexatious to the spirit."
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself."
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time."
for the world is full of trickery."
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism."
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Si Varsity Boy at Ako: Pers Lab 6
Thursday, October 8, 2009
"Bakit ka ba nagtatago sa gubat ng salita?!", he shouted.
I have to admit, I'm guilty of this. Words are enchanting to look at, even more enchanting when it's read out aloud (I just love having Ting Ting Cojuangco reading out stuff aloud. Especially the "gorgeously" written stuff). But sometimes in my desire to write "gorgeously", the very basic message that I want to communicate gets lost. It simply ends up in an orgy of words, a paean to written and auditory pleasures. In other words, I end up indulging in what I term "verbal masturbation" (which I think is a far more exquisite term compared to what another friend of mine calls as "word vomit alert").
I think there is a very fine line between eloquent writing and being downright verbose. Writing in a so-called elegant manner can easily snowball into big, big words strung together in meaningless sentences. In this case, the saying holds true: "Ang daming sinasabi, wala namang sinasabi." It becomes a pretty confection: nice to look at, sweet to the taste, but ultimately devoid of substance and meaning.
I should probably always remind myself: back to the basics. The more direct it is, the less energy you expend on writing; the more efficient you get in getting the message across.
After all, why make things complicated when you can make it simple, right?
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I was heartbroken. It was hard to let go.
All I could do was find a dark corner where no one could see me, sit down, and tear up silently.
A poignant scene from the movie "Up" crossed my mind. The old man had a treasured scrapbook his late wife put together. In it contained the pictures and memorabilia of their life they shared. Until that moment, he never saw that there was still space at the end the album. Written there was a note from his wife saying that they had the most wonderful memories together. It was now up to him to fill up the proceeding space with new memories of his own.
Then I thought, alright, these nostalgic things of mine are ruined and have to be thrown out. But they can never be lost because they are just mere physical representations of my past. They are in here, indelibly etched in my mind and heart. They will be always remembered for as long as I live.
I felt comforted with these thoughts. I reminded myself, just like the character in "Up", I now have a blank space - literally. It is the perfect opportunity to add new memories and experiences to fill out the remaining pages of my life.
And besides, Musa, my beloved Rhodesian ridgeback, was still able to leap at me with joy when he saw me come home. Yes, he survived the great deluge. He entered our helpers' quarters, the only area that wasn't reached by the flood waters. If he is still able to be happy after what happened, who am I not to be overjoyed? My family and I came through this trying chapter in our lives hale and whole.
Yes, we are safe.
Yes, we still have a roof over our heads.
Truly, there are things to be grateful for.
A shoutout of thanks to all my friends who texted, called, ym'd, fb'd, twitted, and commented their concern and support. But my most special thanks goes to Jay Vee and Ting Ting Cojuangco (who chose to celebrate his birthday by being there at my house to provide manpower), both of whom helped me lift the old and heavy furniture around the house, and hosed down and scrubbed away the muck. To my school girl-friends, my special thanks, too, for washing the dishes and knick knacks that need to be cleaned (it was a sight to see PKF sitting down on a small plastic timba washing the dishes in a metal palanggana. Wearing a bolero skirt with matching boots. Leather high-heeled boots, mind you. Tell me, how bonnga can that get pa? lolz). And for those whose rooms and beds provided me respite at the end of the tiring days of cleaning up, my heartfelt thanks, too. Mapa-kama man o mapasahig, ang importante nakatulog ako ng mabuti. To all of you, you gave meaning to the phrase "walking the talk." May your tribe increase a hundredfold!
Monday, October 5, 2009
The skies were still overcast as I trudged my way home. Then it started to drizzle slightly. I couldn't help but think that the heavens were gently weeping for what it was seeing. On the streets, I saw the lives of the people out for the whole world to witness: ruined furniture, wet books and papers, dirtied pieces of clothes, slippers, and shoes. It was painful to look at; much more torturous to think that the same scene would greet me when I would get back home.
"Ingat ka. Madulas ang sahig.", I was warned by our helper as I went through the gate.
The aluminum door was propped open, and I entered the house with breath abated.
I almost choked at the sight. It was worse than I imagined it to be.
The old, solid wooden furniture were overturned. Everywhere, the various knick knacks my Dad, Mom, and I collected through the years were strewn about. All the things that we weren't able to put above the water-line were clogged with flood water. Silted mud was on the floor, and there was a reek of stagnating dampness all over.
I carefully tried going around to examine the water damage.
It was pretty much extensive.
For a moment, I was overwhelmed. I didn't know where to start cleaning. Faced with the thought that I only had our helper, her husband, and her nephew for manpower, I almost wanted to give up right there and then. But of course I knew I couldn't.
I looked at my feet. There was a torn comic book lying in the mud. I sighed and slowly picked it up.
One at a time, I told myself.
One at a time.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Si Varsity Boy at Ako: Pers Lab 5
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Si Varsity Boy at Ako: Pers Lab 4