random thoughts, musings and workings of a totally warped mind. tintin is a colorblind writer who paints,dreams of flying a kite along EDSA, teaches middle & high school writing & literature, and is the future mother of Kulay and Una Rosa Maria.

Monday, June 20, 2005

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Ain't my girls pretty? Posted by Hello

Do I look in love or do I look in love? The look on my face betrays me. Hihihi.  Posted by Hello

Reading my brother TJ's message an hour before the wedding. He said he'll miss me and he's so happy for me. Posted by Hello

My lovely Maid of Honor (my sister Tere who arrived from Singapore) and Mama with me Posted by Hello

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Mama and me Posted by Hello

Kulas: "I have you honey!" Posted by Hello

Such happiness :) Posted by Hello

Big ears=big smile :) I don't know why but I love this shot a lot Posted by Hello

Lost in Transition
(with apologies to Sofia Coppola)

I do not, for the life of me, know how and where to begin writing about the recent events that have transpired. These are changing my life immensely--getting married (one month na!), moving into a new house and a new job as a teacher.

Maybe I shouldn't have procrastinated for too long, but I was always so tired! Even now that I am usually home by 5p.m., the exhaustion is unbelievable. No amout of oversleeping could actually make up for it.

But I'm loving it. I'm loving it all.

I won't attempt to write about my "backlogs" (back blogs? har har) anymore as I don't know when I'd be able to do so. I'll just go back to writing as often as I could again and who knows, the muse Calliope and a bar of S'mores could bring about that fit of inspiration again. Let me take this one day at a time. That's actually one thing I'm learning about this new life.


Miss Tintin

I teach grades 7 and 8/middle school and grade 10/upper school English and writing. It's definitely fun but totally nerve-wracking. But I am so lucky to have a job that doesn't make me dread early mornings; a job that pushes me forward and brings out the best in me.

I am also forced to be good--literally and figuratively. Ha ha.


Kulas is already a very good cook--and it's only been a month! Yep, he wears the apron and I wear, uhm, uh, yep, he wears the apron. Teehee. He's already cooked all my pinoy favorites: adobo, afritada and sinigang. He really has the knack for it, I'm telling you.


My Poetry class/block is starting next week. Wish me luck.


Living away from your family gets to be really lonely. I miss my mom and my siblings so much. I miss my friends, too. Sad thing is, I am always too tired to go all the way to Manila on weekends to see them. I can't wait to invite them over for dinner soon.


Change is indeed scary but there are good things to come.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles before I go to sleep,
And miles before I go to sleep.

Robert Frost
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Saturday, June 18, 2005

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Finally... Posted by Hello

Smiling about good things to come Posted by Hello