tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57708082012-01-12T18:19:55.123+08:00creating a space 101random 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.color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.comBlogger2871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-15096457816192745882007-08-18T16:08:00.000+08:002008-11-13T11:30:13.942+08:00Hello? I miss this space. I miss that old me.color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1137929152544045382006-01-22T19:25:00.000+08:002006-01-22T19:25:52.583+08:00waiting to exhale? color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1135090975578028802005-12-20T22:52:00.000+08:002005-12-20T23:02:55.603+08:00It'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 color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1135087335915533782005-12-20T22:00:00.000+08:002005-12-20T22:02:15.946+08:00"...and then she let a long, terrible howl."color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1134139570495169662005-12-09T22:40:00.000+08:002005-12-09T22:46:10.496+08:00Bob Marley, sisters and shoesThat 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 mycolor_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1134139191514084582005-12-09T22:38:00.000+08:002005-12-09T22:39:51.516+08:00Dear 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.Love,Ate Tincolor_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1134138976424383762005-12-09T22:25:00.000+08:002005-12-09T22:36:16.446+08:00for 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 doneby only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet) i wantno world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1133344609915971162005-11-30T17:53:00.000+08:002005-11-30T17:56:49.933+08:00Do 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 theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1133000289810668712005-11-26T17:31:00.000+08:002005-11-26T18:18:09.933+08:00I'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 color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1130898379583741242005-11-02T10:07:00.000+08:002005-11-02T10:26:19.646+08:00Boo! 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 color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1125981775158335002005-09-06T12:31:00.000+08:002005-09-06T12:42:55.166+08:00To whom it may concern:You've secured your plane seat, started shopping for winter clothes, began bidding painful goodbyes, I suppose.But why aren't we trying to spend the remaining days together? Why aren't we trying to burn our butts over endless cups of mocha? Why aren't we making promises of meeting up at Starbucks Fifth Avenue next Christmas or wherever our spirits would take us in the color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1125979885389285482005-09-06T12:01:00.000+08:002005-09-06T12:30:52.326+08:00Manang Patring, our cleaning lady, has the uncanny propensity of smoking just when I am desperately craving for it and could kill due to nicotine deprivation. But I won’t, not when Kulas and I had just come from the Barangay Hall for a “conflict resolution” hearing. Last Thursday night, Kulas and I had an encounter with a neighbor and his friends (whom we just found out were his brother-in-laws) color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1125312667450374852005-08-29T18:41:00.000+08:002005-08-29T18:58:18.310+08:00Kulas and I had a breakfast date at Mcdonald's Katipunan earlier. The city was splendid at 6am. Went home after, brewed my first cup of coffee while Kulas went off to the gym. I stayed home to work on my students' evaluation reports. Dozed off at around 11am and when I woke up, Kulas was back, staring at me lovingly (albeit mushily). The house looked glorious with the afternoon sun spilling in color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1125309782137367092005-08-29T17:57:00.000+08:002005-08-29T18:03:02.146+08:00How we lose ourselves is a puzzle,a simple jigsaw with pieces too familiarat times too common and smallthat we thinkeverything fitsonly to find out something is missingin the end.Like we lose pencils, even when we rememberwe put it there,a stash of receipts, crumpled grocery lists,birth certificates, report cards—we rummage through,search under closets,and everything just seems to be missingor color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1124632500683188552005-08-21T21:28:00.000+08:002005-08-21T22:02:30.283+08:00This afternoon, while deciding on getting those textbooks from National or not, I found myself wandering in an undiscovered section of Super Branch--biographies and current events. I was stalling, I suppose, that I even found myself at the crafts area, which is normally a part of my bookstore itinerary, mind you, and marvelled at The Essentials of Woodworking and Balloon Making in a Flash. Funny,color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1124282928527209162005-08-17T20:25:00.000+08:002005-08-17T22:41:14.796+08:00Spank me, this blog remains neglected.Of course there are a lot of stuff to write about but I don't want to ramble on and on. I'm trying really hard to manage my time, discipline myself and get down to at least 1,000 words a day. It's hard, you know, yet I'm not complaining.I love my job. Kina-career ko talaga so to speak. It motivates and inspires me despite all the havoc those kids wreak in color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1121696223963154442005-07-18T22:14:00.000+08:002005-07-18T22:17:03.973+08:00Nursing this fever makes me nostalgic and I long for Mama’s lugaw and pineapple juice. I didn’t bother to tell her I’m sick because I know she has too much up on her sleeves, too. Besides, Kulas is doing a great job taking care of me.The storm is over, I hope—literally and figuratively. I don’t want feeling like that, though I know that is bound to happen again, as marriages are wont to be. I color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1121680278842474512005-07-18T17:31:00.000+08:002005-07-18T18:07:57.123+08:00Health Break IronyWaldorf implements a few days' school break every six weeks and it's called a health break. I, however, have been down with the flu since Friday night. How apt, huh?This blog has been neglected for far too long; heavens help me update regularly--my days always find me wishing that there are more hours in a day than 24. I am literally racing with time. There's just too much work color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119264080428517682005-06-20T18:41:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:41:20.436+08:00color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119263975788340022005-06-20T18:39:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:39:35.796+08:00Ain't my girls pretty? color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119263903477015732005-06-20T18:38:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:38:23.483+08:00Do I look in love or do I look in love? The look on my face betrays me. Hihihi. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119263735752953192005-06-20T18:35:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:35:35.756+08:00Reading my brother TJ's message an hour before the wedding. He said he'll miss me and he's so happy for me. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119263634847803282005-06-20T18:33:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:33:54.860+08:00My lovely Maid of Honor (my sister Tere who arrived from Singapore) and Mama with me color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119263301038490482005-06-20T18:28:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:28:21.046+08:00color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119263096836816612005-06-20T18:24:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:24:56.843+08:00Mama and me color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119262952088807762005-06-20T18:22:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:22:32.096+08:00Kulas: "I have you honey!" color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119262817234610482005-06-20T18:20:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:20:17.243+08:00Such happiness :) color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119262684331542232005-06-20T18:18:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:18:04.340+08:00Big ears=big smile :) I don't know why but I love this shot a lot color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119261609884979542005-06-20T17:38:00.000+08:002005-06-20T18:00:09.893+08:00Lost 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 color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119087301924243132005-06-18T17:35:00.000+08:002005-06-18T17:35:02.560+08:00color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119085440279822732005-06-18T17:04:00.000+08:002005-06-18T17:04:00.286+08:00color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119085227546909942005-06-18T17:00:00.000+08:002005-06-18T17:00:28.590+08:00Finally... color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1119084916083859162005-06-18T16:55:00.000+08:002005-06-18T16:55:16.576+08:00Smiling about good things to come color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1116844158286351912005-05-23T18:25:00.000+08:002005-05-23T18:29:18.293+08:00Mrs. Kulas, at your service.The wedding was soooooooo much fun! I'd reserve a detailed entry until we get the pictures from Terry.I wish I could walk down the aisle again. That was certainly one experience I'd love to feel over and over again.Until then...color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1115109655728707542005-05-03T16:39:00.000+08:002005-05-03T17:25:20.886+08:00With 8 days before the wedding, I have given up on thinking about the what-if’s on the day itself. I figured I have already tried to please most people as far as the wedding is concerned just because I want everyone to be as happy as I will be on that day. Of course, it’s about me and Kulas and if glitches still arise, I shall no longer care and just enjoy the day. An uncle here, an aunt there; color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1114417974684928072005-04-25T16:22:00.000+08:002005-04-25T16:35:17.896+08:0017 days to goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!***An SMS from dear Ian:"I am having tea with Aivy in Sans Rival, in dumaguete, and she is saying you are marrying for love."Indeed, indeed.color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1114156923507890552005-04-22T15:28:00.000+08:002005-04-22T16:02:03.513+08:00TGIF or notI'm writing this entry in an internet cafe while waiting for Kulas. After a week's self-imposed retreat, I am more anxious, more stressed and more worried about things concerning the wedding. It's pathetic how I had let beautiful things pass me by for the past week and not write about it. My mind is too dead now to recall. Even my body's reacting to the stress already. I have zits, my color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1113267031389493162005-04-12T08:37:00.000+08:002005-04-12T08:50:31.390+08:00Getting thereThe wedding's exactly 30 days from today. Everything's going in a blur but I always try to enjoy every minute of it. The wedding in numbers:1. Church - check/documents complete (license, banns,baptismal and confirmation certs)/for submission;canonical interview and pre-cana done2. Casablanca - check/set layout ok; balance to be paid3. Gowns - my fitting at Edd's later!!!4. Tokens forcolor_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1111561507029980392005-03-23T15:02:00.000+08:002005-03-23T15:05:07.030+08:00I, Axis.I arrived at a quiet office with only the humming of a few air con units greeting me. I like it. Immediately, I felt myself settling down; my nerves calming almost instantly, ignoring the heat of Holy Wednesday outside and forgetting about so many voices in my head that the noise of the water company’s jackhammer ravaging Quezon Avenue failed to drown.I’ve been needing this quiet time allcolor_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1110509003768873622005-03-11T10:40:00.000+08:002005-03-11T10:43:23.773+08:00Two months to go...According to Joacs, I haven't been blogging--I'm just posting pictures here and letting the images tell the story. That's true actually. I'm already going crazy with work, the wedding and preps for Waldorf. There are just so many things to do! Tomorrow will be exactly two months before the wedding and although I am dying in panic, I'm also excited as hell :) Kulas and I went tocolor_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1109729870606747262005-03-02T10:17:00.000+08:002005-03-02T10:17:50.606+08:00And who would not be content when you have her? She's so amazing. That's Iya, my niece. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1109729447134269442005-03-02T10:10:00.000+08:002005-03-02T10:14:02.143+08:00Brain-dead and panicky. Wedding, Waldorf, Creativity Workshops. I can't even get started with the humongous amount of work.One more thing, should I call my father, whom I haven't seen in 23 years, and talk to him--just talk to him, tell him his eldest is getting married two months from now?Anyhow, my virtue box courtesy of Joacs say I have to be content today. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108962578812984312005-02-21T13:09:00.000+08:002005-02-21T13:09:38.813+08:00Don't look sideways... color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108961721212057522005-02-21T12:55:00.000+08:002005-02-21T13:16:33.926+08:00Going SidewaysIt's a shame that I haven't seen any of director Alexander Payne's works before, that Kulas and I only relied on the fact that Sideways was a Golden Globe and Academy nominee for Best Picture, and on remembering that we had previously made a mental note to watch it upon seeing the trailer.Miles and Jack go on a wine tasting tour a week before one-time soap opera actor Jack ties the color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108717832622184142005-02-18T16:53:00.000+08:002005-02-18T17:10:32.623+08:00D-day ChecklistChurch - check. Downpayment paid.Reception - special discount to be arranged, check. downpayment to be paid tomorrow.Entourage gowns - check. First fitting last week of Feb. Settle balance of downpayment.Caterer - check. Discuss set-up, mock set-up sched, menu, and tasting sched.Invites - for printing after Reception venue is finalizedWedding rings - uhm, not really my priority color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108541141032967562005-02-16T16:05:00.000+08:002005-02-16T16:11:02.930+08:00This one's interesting:Kites.Kites.Birds.Flight.Sound.Movement.The Summer 2000 series of Artifact Posters was constructed of crackling yellow architect's tracing paper, red cotton string, and wire with language, much like the kite pictured below. The Series was dedicated to a man and a woman of my acquaintance who loved one another for fifty years without expressing it physically.This page color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108539928739018752005-02-16T15:45:00.000+08:002005-02-16T15:45:28.740+08:00See the smile on little Jomar's face? :) color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108539822114131652005-02-16T15:43:00.000+08:002005-02-16T15:43:42.113+08:00that's me cheering on our kite, "go up, go up, go up!" color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108539538804460292005-02-16T15:38:00.000+08:002005-02-16T15:38:58.803+08:00That's the Picachu kite I helped Celine fly. It never stopped flying! color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108539270295193562005-02-16T15:29:00.000+08:002005-02-16T15:34:30.296+08:00Had one of the best weekends so far. Last Saturday, the Kythe Kite Flying Festival (I have an article coming out in the Star’s K.O. this Saturday) was held at the Ateneo football field and I had the time of my life flying a kite for the first time! We were never allowed to fly kites when I was a kid because my grandfather feared that our kites would get entangled with the Meralco cables in our color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108373404241841322005-02-14T17:27:00.000+08:002005-02-14T17:30:04.243+08:00Samba She’s still reeling. She can’t forget the way he would look at her, his eyes screamed her name, in a voice suffering in anguish because he could not touch her, should not touch her. He watched her walk towards where he was standing with his friends, shivering as she glided past him, the scent of midnight suddenly descending upon him. He wanted to breathe in her scent, behind that small color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108009892678050292005-02-10T13:31:00.000+08:002005-02-10T12:39:07.196+08:00
Shall we dance?
Kulas and I celebrated the new year yesterday with a Chinese dinner at the Macau Pigeon House at Rockwell and the movie after. A good movie in that it has an interesting enough plot, the dances were good enough to make me want to applaud them right inside the movie house, and the dialogues are cute and witty. I like it because it's not pretentious and it doesn't fool you like color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1108009804215660402005-02-10T13:26:00.000+08:002005-02-10T12:30:04.216+08:00The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious…- Albert Einstein
I had my meeting-interview at Waldorf yesterday and it will certainly take me pages to write about how wonderful a Waldorf education is, and how I would recommend it to everyone I know. What makes Waldorf unique from other schools, from Montessori for example? From the school’s FAQ’s, the aim of Waldorf schooling is color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1107834672521754932005-02-08T11:48:00.000+08:002005-02-08T11:51:12.520+08:00It’s one of those days when my To Do list is miles long and I’m still bouncing about, not minding how stressful the day is unfolding. I’ve been on caffeine and pain killers all morning because I have to keep my mind bright and my scoliosis is acting up again. It’s been two days actually. My back is reprimanding me for wearing those gorgeous pink heels Mama bought me last Sunday.
I’m happy. I’ve color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1107317769479460842005-02-02T13:08:00.000+08:002005-02-02T12:16:09.480+08:00Tintin's (Re/)Reading List for 2005:
1. "Middlesex" Jeffrey Eugenides
2. "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" Haruki Murakami
3. "The Fountainhead" Ayn Rand
4. "Life is Elsewhere" Milan Kundera
5. "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay" Michael Chabon
6. "Numbers in the Dark" Italo Calvino
7. "Women's Letters in Wartime" Eva Figes
8. "The City of God" E.L. Doctorow
9. "The Passion" Jeannette color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1107318518673871452005-02-02T12:28:00.000+08:002005-02-02T12:28:38.673+08:003 year old Bebear. I gave this to Isis when she was 11months. Ayvi (one of my best friends and Isis' mom) said Bebear's Isis' best friend :) color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1107318429677027282005-02-02T12:27:00.000+08:002005-02-02T12:27:09.676+08:00Iya-iya! color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1107318384728649792005-02-02T12:26:00.000+08:002005-02-02T12:26:24.726+08:00my cousins from the Ongpin side color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1107318316556105052005-02-02T12:25:00.000+08:002005-02-02T12:25:16.556+08:00My lovely flowergirls:my inaanak Isis and my niece Justine color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1107318239187809852005-02-02T12:23:00.000+08:002005-02-02T12:23:59.186+08:00Kulas and Me in front of Sabin Hotel in Ormoc color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1107317261733349352005-02-02T11:44:00.000+08:002005-02-02T12:08:05.050+08:00My mind is sort of drugged now because of the decongestants I took this morning for my allergic rhinitis. Got tons of work to do both in and out of the office and I'm craving for coffee and cigarettes like hell but what can I do, I want to stay clean or otherwise suffer a relapse. This craving is even stronger now with the wedding preps, work and the never-ending pursuit for balancing the color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1106886003674270712005-01-28T13:20:00.000+08:002005-01-28T12:47:35.840+08:00
Warning: Sugar Overload
It's actually a nice Friday afternoon despite the dreadful news that we won't get our salaries (again!) on the 31st. It's quiet here in the office except for the sporadic sound of fingers pounding on the keyboard and a faint how sweet it is to be loved by you playing on some colleague's radio. Nice, isn't it, I've even lit one of my candles to keep the calm energy color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1106886086604808872005-01-28T12:21:00.000+08:002005-01-28T12:21:26.603+08:00Kulas and Tintin, 50 years from now color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1106724289826004002005-01-26T15:16:00.000+08:002005-01-26T15:24:49.826+08:00Have a job, thank God
I’ve always complained about my job: the bureaucracy, the unwanted admin work, emotional vampires surrounding me, and the pay that will never reach the ceiling. For one, I work in a foreign-funded project lodged in one of the government’s bureaus. My job as a project coordinator allows me to travel a lot (earning me PAL Mabuhay miles that could take me to Bangkok and back color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1105764984237829832005-01-15T13:34:00.000+08:002005-01-15T13:05:05.470+08:00It's not one of those usual Saturdays when I spend the mornings lazing in bed, wishing for a terrific breakfast in bed of pancakes and bacons perhaps, the sound of my man singing while he cooks in the kitchen. Today I woke up at six a.m., put on my contacts and headed to jolt myself with a freezing shower. The third Sunday of January is the feast of the Santo Nino de Tondo, and that's tomorrow. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1105512470776231332005-01-12T14:46:00.000+08:002005-01-12T15:55:40.930+08:00Not Just A Wedding Dress
After finally being able to find a designer whom I’d like to do my dress and actually deciding on the costs and design, I started to think things are really finally falling into place. Relieved and excited, Kulas and I dropped by his place where we chanced upon his mom and an older sister having dinner. We told them the news and when they heard the designer’s name, they color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1105406970816550232005-01-11T09:26:00.000+08:002005-01-11T09:32:07.323+08:00In an attempt to improve my tardiness tally here in the office, I slept at eleven last night, woke up at half past five in the morning, took a freezing cold shower, packed my breakfast of oatmeal and some brown bread, and hurried out of the house. I was here by eight. Good, good. I surprised myself for being cheerful and perky. It was a cool morning after all. But now, I feel like a zombie ready color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1104900642045910782005-01-05T13:49:00.000+08:002005-01-05T13:50:46.256+08:00It's my first day back at work and the stress is killing me already. But this year, I vow to stop complaining and just keep going. I’m also espousing Kulas’ mantra of I will be the source of joy to other people, and well, it’s been a struggle since I stepped inside the office this morning. Ang hirap, `noy.
How can you stop other people’s negative energies to rub off on you? An aura-shield shouldcolor_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1104903710126591382005-01-05T13:41:00.000+08:002005-01-05T13:41:50.126+08:00i sharpen them when i want to shut off the world..then i'm the energizer bunny again color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1104903203810217662005-01-05T13:33:00.000+08:002005-01-05T13:33:23.810+08:00one of my greatest dream jobs is to just sit in one corner, smell pencils and sharpen them color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1104387915854763952004-12-30T14:17:00.000+08:002004-12-30T14:41:56.673+08:00525,600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
-- Seasons of Love, Rent the musical
It's amazing to think about the past 364 days, tucked away in our hearts no matter how these days were spent. My calendar was marked by birthdays, anniversaries, deaths, deadlines, reminders, vacations, dark and desperate journal entries, meetings, reunions... Somehow it saddens me that there were precious color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1104216681010749792004-12-28T14:37:00.000+08:002004-12-28T15:02:34.656+08:00So how did I spend the holidays, you ask?
1. A couple of days before Christmas found me and Kulas finishing our shopping at the Fashion Market of Market! Market! which, I must say, impressed me this time. I didn't and still don't like the place that much but it won over the mighty tiangges of Greenhills this year.
2. I actually mourned the death of Panday.
3. I had a December 24 lunch date color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1104215507744848322004-12-28T14:18:00.000+08:002004-12-28T14:31:47.743+08:00I feel truly blessed this Christmas. It's not only the gifts and the food on the table, but more than that, life turns itself into a complete makeover even when sometimes I am too blinded to see...
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I hope, for once, that I won’t be too lazy to do anything. It’s time for me to write again or at least blog my inanities. I need to do something other than think about what to do. All I seem to color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1103776397169103662004-12-23T12:33:00.000+08:002004-12-23T12:33:17.170+08:00Merry Christmas! color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1103532845603782762004-12-20T16:54:00.000+08:002004-12-20T16:56:24.956+08:00
Videokegirl
We have a videoke machine right inside our office conference room. Fun huh? :p
color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1102994724752486752004-12-14T10:54:00.000+08:002004-12-14T11:25:24.753+08:00The Great Carousel Ride
I haven't had enough time to be still since I arrived from Davao. No time to talk about that overwhelming sense of accomplishment and pride during that camp; the six-foot drop of waves along Davao Gulf which we traversed to and from Samal island--the kids were screaming, crying, praying and singing "sailing, I'm sailing home.." altogether; the mangroves we planted, the color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1102990153527787702004-12-14T10:09:00.000+08:002004-12-14T10:52:44.506+08:00
birds in Sarangani
Exhibit T: Heart and Mind on the Same Axis
A Photo Exhibit by Tina Basco, photographer and filmmaker
These are photos taken by my friend Tina Basco. Her first solo exhibit will be opened this Saturday, December 18, 2004, 3pm at the Conspiracy Bar and Restaurant, Visayas Avenue, Q.C. Entitled, Exhibit T: Heart and Mind on the Same Axis, it is for the benefit of Kythe color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1102990127294340732004-12-14T10:08:00.000+08:002004-12-14T10:08:47.293+08:00hot seats (taken in a cafe somewhere along NLEX, i think) color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1102990065508180412004-12-14T10:07:00.000+08:002004-12-14T10:07:45.506+08:00bush in Laoag sand dunes color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1102411102655339562004-12-07T17:14:00.000+08:002004-12-07T17:18:22.656+08:00Blogging this standing up--literally.
1. I'm back from Davao
2. I'm leaving for Antipolo tomorrow til Friday.
3. It's the pamanhikan on Sunday.
4. Kulas is beside me, standing too.
5. I miss Tere so much. She's in Singapore na.
I'll blog something substantial soon. Cheers!
color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1101461267458436132004-11-26T16:37:00.000+08:002004-11-26T17:27:47.460+08:00fuck fuck fuck! Blogger just ate an entry I wrote for an hour!
color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1101201417302660202004-11-23T16:58:00.000+08:002004-11-23T17:43:39.473+08:00Manic and Depressed
I decided to blog because I'm already getting sick of my picture wearing my fantastic hat. Actually, I can end this post here but, well, I guess I have to say something sensible, right?
I'm just not up for elaborating things now, however, things aren't so bright and shiny in my side of the planet. The Universal Law of Equilibrium is at work now: my theory that when a major color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100682996050374302004-11-17T17:16:00.000+08:002004-11-17T17:16:36.050+08:00I never thought I could look this Chinese. Hah. It was a birthday well-celebrated. Happiness! color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100682894422208932004-11-17T17:14:00.000+08:002004-11-17T17:14:54.423+08:00My waffle dog that never was color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100682736094011862004-11-17T17:12:00.000+08:002004-11-17T17:12:16.093+08:00I wasn't able to get this cute litlle boy's name. He was eyeing my hat and I would have bought one for him if it wasn't that expensive...Kulas bought it for me nga eh. I let the boy wear it na lang. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100682179199236282004-11-17T17:02:00.000+08:002004-11-17T17:02:59.200+08:00Me with my jester hat and Kulas with his shark head gear color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100681415868973692004-11-17T16:50:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:50:15.866+08:00This makes me want to cuddle up by the fireplace with a hot cocoa, a good book, and sige na nga, Kulas :) color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100681343189423712004-11-17T16:49:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:49:03.190+08:00Santa's doing the cha-cha color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100681308131406112004-11-17T16:48:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:48:28.130+08:00This is actually a hat factory color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100681192285908562004-11-17T16:46:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:46:32.286+08:00I wonder how much their Meralco bill is... color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100681158175739192004-11-17T16:45:00.001+08:002004-11-17T16:45:58.176+08:00People do flock here color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100681109729737032004-11-17T16:45:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:45:09.730+08:00Taco, hon? color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100681074827641792004-11-17T16:44:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:44:34.826+08:00Hi Mr. Snowman, can I take you home? color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100681017697363482004-11-17T16:43:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:43:37.696+08:00Kulas took me to Policarpio Street in Mandaluyong where almost all the houses have really grand Christmas decors. Policarpio is transformed into a mini-amusement park complete with food stalls and toys kiosks at 6 pm. Parking can be tricky, too. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100680823199252052004-11-17T16:40:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:40:23.200+08:00I was like, "move it, move it" under my breath :) color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100680748442144472004-11-17T16:39:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:39:08.443+08:00Kulas and the Mamang Sorbetero. We told him we'll get him for the wedding. He said he could serve 300+ cones off his cart color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100680685454261382004-11-17T16:38:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:38:05.453+08:00Kulas and I outside the Manila Cathedral. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100680580662313542004-11-17T16:36:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:36:20.663+08:00There was also a wedding going on at the Shrine. The newlyweds didn't look happy when they kissed. I wonder why... color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100680489055368682004-11-17T16:34:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:34:49.056+08:00The Shrine facade color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770808.post-1100680436365268622004-11-17T16:33:00.000+08:002004-11-17T16:33:56.366+08:00This is the Shrine of Jesus at the Mall of Asia complex in Roxas Boulevard. color_blindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232566248199436926noreply@blogger.com0