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.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

It's time to go. Three years is a long time, isn't it?
Thank you for the s p a c e we have created. I do not have the heart to delete this blog so it shall stay here...
So much for a farewell blog entry, no last hurrahs. I was never good at goodbyes, anyway. Let us search for Christmas, everyone. Let's be merry. Perhaps wise. Yes, let's all be wise this time. We all need it.
Hanggang sa muli.

"...and then she let a long, terrible howl."

Friday, December 09, 2005

Bob Marley, sisters and shoes

That movie simply made me miss my sister so much. She's coming home from Singapore on the 22nd and I just can't wait!

Darn, I hate this. I'm getting sentimental. Again.


There's this Spanish guitar piece that I always have on the cd player. I don't know the title but Kulas says that's his "song" for me. He says its strings spell my name.

It sounds like rain and hills and a soft touch on the small of my back...

Dear Borgy,

Let's meet up soon. Call me at home or in school. You talk, I'll listen.

Let's find a way out of our crazy schedules and drown ourselves with caffeine and stories and perhaps tears. I'm here.


Ate Tin

for dearest tere,

"...without her, I don't make any sense..."

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- e.e. cummings


Watch In Her Shoes and feel absolutely good. Don't even think about the literary merits of the book, just go on, read it, or see the film. It will make you want to love more, feel more love and just be thankful you are loved. We need something like this especially in this season.

I love you, Tere. I miss you.