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.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Rage, Tintin, rage against the dying of the light.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

I've been wanting to update this blog for the longest time but then just like Mika, what do you want me to say?

Then again I answered my own question: stories. I have stories to tell.

It's a pity when I rant and say I dont have time to write--be it letters, emails to family and friends, stories, articles, poems. I know it's just a matter of managing my time but doing that IS awfully hard these days.

It was my 27th birthday last Nov.16. I didn't even get to greet myself! You know what I mean? For almost ten years now, I've had this tradition of spending the day before my birthday alone, doing nothing, anything and everything. This year's different, I guess. I spent the 15th in school, between classes and faculty meetings. I'm glad Kulas managed to whisk me away to a lovely birthday eve dinner and a massage after.

Though I felt blessed and loved on my birthday itself (especially with the dozen red roses from Andie, the Snickers bar waiting for me on my desk from Alyssa, the card from my seventh and eighth graders, the chocolate crinkles Iona and Enia baked, Anton's flying kiss, the birthday chorus in English class...), I long for something else...

Is there such a thing as post-birthday blues?


My sweet Kulas gave me Anansi Boys (the 578th copy of the 1,000 limited ed.) and an orange balloon at five a.m. on my birthday. I can just imagine now how my eyes popped in surprise when I opened my eyes and found the presents. Marunong na siyang gumimick, to think he'd been telling me he didn't have time to get something for my birthday :)

It was the perfect gift. Days before my birthday, I had made a number of trips to Fully Booked searching for THE book. You know those moments when you just have to get a new book and be told a "certain" story? That was it. Nothing beckoned to me. Not even Murakami's Kafka On The Shore. Now I know why :) Kulas had it all along.


I'm assigned to write an article for the school newsletter. Gosh, I DO need to sit down on this one. Ayvi's going to kill me soon, too, as I haven't written anything for the PhilStar KO in ages.


I miss my family especially Mama, TJ&Kieyh and Iya and Tere. Can't wait for the holidays so I could go visit them.


My class is staging excerpts from Shakespeare's Merry Wives of Windsor on December 4, Sunday 4pm at the UP Theater. I'm both excited and panicking! Good thoughts for us, please!


We're waiting for the stork to come...

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Boo! This blog is dead.

How apt, it's all souls' day and a skinny, bad-haired-day ghost is writing this up.

Just a few updates to fight off sem-break lethargy:

* Spent the weekend over at La Luz; the best place to enjoy "making tanga" with the sea, sun and, uhm, another s I don't have to mention ;)

* I'm a freak. I've been obsessing about the remaining days before school starts again. Nauubos na. So instead of making the most out of my break, I'm worrying about it ending soon.

* I love school but I just can't get enough of sleep, really.

* My friends are supposed to have dinner here but what happened, huh, girls?

* I should have worn my porn star costume for trick or treating at Hillsborough last Monday. There was a hot momma in a full-fledged Wonder Woman outfit. Definitely amped BPs of dads in the village. Kulas' included, ha ha ;)

* I'm groggy now but I can't haul my ass back to bed because 1) I have to get ready for a Japaneses lunch with Sammie and 2) I've been suffering from insomnia attacks not necessarily because of my excessive caffeine intake but because of that Discovery Channel feature on a true-story account of exorcism some decades ago. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, scared sick of ghosts et al. Sheesh. I've got to clear my mind.

* Caught a sneak preview of "Flightplan" at Eastwood last night. Ok lang. Hollywood with a dash of Jodie Foster's intensity. Kulas chose to have chips while I was craving for cheese popcorn. I ended up eating popcorn alone. It wasn't as fun. It's fun when I'd have to fight with him because he gets to eat more.

* Got to get back to writing. Resurrect it.