the new dumb revolution

That’s it!

Someone just lit my fuse today. And as much as I hate to rant in here, I felt the urge to do so because I had to remain civil with this person and I might be unable to control my fuming nerves if that person tries to push my button any further. I would not stress the situation, after all its root was pathetic but the reaction that was elicited was totally uncalled for, so I’d rather quote Patrick (who ironically even though he’s supposed to be dumb, came up with this very intelligent insight that I wanted to write in bold letters and stick it to this person’s face) from Spongebob Squarepants:

Dumb people are just blissfully unaware of how dumb they really are.

I just hope you’re smart enough to read between the lines.

sexin’ it up

Carrie: New York City is all about sex. People getting it, people trying to get it, people who can’t get it. No wonder the city never sleeps. It’s too busy trying to get laid.

(Got this one from an archive of sex & the city quotes)

ten reasons why i am happy

1. I just finished my latest article.

2. It hasn’t been raining since Sunday.

3. I finally found the perfume I have been looking to purchase in a long while.

4. I am seeing an improvement in my eating habits. not to say i have eating problems, but i am working on gaining more weight. haha.

5. I haven’t saved money but I am enjoying everything that I’ve worked hard for.

6. I will be getting enough sleep tonight.

7. I finally got to write a new blog entry, following several failed attempts.

8. It’s another weekend. No work for a couple of days; a chance to revive my sanity and reconnect with the outside world.

9. Yesterday (Ed’s birthday) was a perfect night, if ever there is indeed one.

10. Tomorrow is Ed’s post-birthday celebration; will be having videoke and dinner with some friends.

proud tita

my nephew Andre and I have this love-hate relationship. he is such a lovely kid! plus, he’s got the smart genes. only at two, he can already count one to ten and recite the alphabet (yep, from A to Z) without blinking an eye. i tried having my niece (my cousin’s daughter, who is four years old) do the same thing; she’s done neither of both. but she’s forgivingly cute though. haha.

the hate side of the equation? he always wants to get things his way. he would scream and shout like the spoiled kid that he is when he wants something and we refuse to give in to him. and almost every week, we purchase toy cars for him. and yet, not one of them (save only for a few maybe) is still intact.

geez. i guess that’s just the way kids are. but when we’re on the loving side, he’s just the most angelic and precious thing to hold. no wonder Ed loves him too!

(note: taken from my multiply blog)

MEGApoem!

Window to the World

From inside, I looked

at the world through my window.

T’was not a good sight.

I wiped and cleaned the window,

world was beautiful again.

the poem above is Ed’s own poem. he wrote that for his cw101 class, i think. mind you, this is a tanka and follows strict form and structure. think of villanelle or sonnet. and in thursday (which ironically enough is also his birthday), he will be performing, er reading, that via a megaphone for the rest of the UPMin atrium to hear. i may be a bit too excited on this but i really would love to be there and listen to him render his poem.

glad we didn’t have one of these during our batch. haha. com’on torture those younger kids! oh well, that does not help. i still loathe the idea that they had the opportunity to take translation and writing through other forms of media (don’t think i got that right) class.

painful truth

While surfing channels last night, I came across Oprah at a local television station. Though I had a penchant for switching channels during commercial breaks, the issues discussed glued me to the show. At the risk of sounding cheesy, when women are confronted with women’s issues in society, I always get the urge to listen.

After writing several stories about women for my thesis, I always have been fascinated (for lack of a better term) about women’s stories, specially the most common ones. Although there has admittedly been several powerful and successful women nowadays, it is undeniable how fear dominates most part of our everyday living. So, to cut a long story short, Gavin de Becker’s book The Gift of Fear enlightened women on how to dispute their living fear.

On wrapping up discussion, one statement pointed out by the book’s author Gavin de Becker drew responses and several nods among the predominantly female audience:

“When men says no, it means the end of a discussion. When women says no, it means the start of a negotiation.“

He is so right!

mourning

For days, I’ve been juggling ideas, wanting to write a new post on my blog, and share some deep-wrought thoughts. These thoughts went through major revisions in my head (because I am very keen on censoring myself before voicing them out), flipping thoughts over one side to the other, thinking of better ways to pen down those ideas-slash-perception-slash-insight-slash-whatever you call them. Until…the thought was lost.

I cannot revive it. I kept going back into the deepest recesses of my brain and it was gone. Only now, it is gone forever.

Maybe next time random would work better for me. Argh!

you’re the poem i cannot (or failed) to write

For several months now, I’ve been attempting to write a poem for Ed. Last week, I was able to write a couple of lines, then I got stalled.

Meanwhile, I found this wonderful poem by Richard Brautigan as I was wandering through the web. I guess this is what I can afford to give you as of the moment…

***

-2

Everybody wants to go to bed
with everybody else, they’re
lined up for blocks, so I’ll
go to bed with you. They won’t
miss us.

- Richard Brautigan

***

Meanwhile, I’d continue working on that poem.

blissfully happy

Note: I am cross-posting this blog entry from my multiply site because (whether I refuse to admit it or not) my new task has managed to drain out my writing enthusiasm, as of the moment, at least. Also, I wanted to close off this week on a happy note. Weekend again, yey!!

Different people find happiness from many different things. Oftentimes, it reflects what priorities people have in their lives.

For me, I find happiness in the simplest things. I’d like to believe I was brought up in a very optimistic and loving environment that it takes a lot to wipe that smile off my face. But I can pretty much conclude that I am at the happiest I’ve ever been. No, it hasn’t been perfect and yet I can’t stop being thankful for everything that happened to me.

After eight hours at work, there are times things start to become quite catatonic. But once I’m out, there’s been so much to look forward to. First off, seeing Ed’s face whenever I step out of the office and him asking me how my day has been. Then, him sharing how his turned out. Simple conversations like that make me happy.

No matter how I complain of how tired I have been, I always still have that last surge of energy to savor what’s left of the day to spend with him. Whether shooting hoops, or playing PSP, or window shopping, or shopping perhaps, I always get that burst of energy.

And when I get home, my nephew Andre (I’m lucky if he’s still awake) would come to greet me in his welcoming voice and burrowing eyes. He would shriek out “Tita! Tita!” Then, he would kiss me on the lips and cheek and ask if I had brought something for him. When I hand out his favorite chocolates, he would immediately ask me to open them for him. When I have done that, he’d tell me in his most innocent voice, “Thank you.”

Just before I go to sleep, I would always get a “good night” call or text from baby. Then, I’d hug Miming tight (since like Moo and Meow for Ed, we each had these cuddly toys for sleeping partners).

That would be my definition of a perfectly happy day.

from eleanor rigby to bloggers

Blogging isn’t just a fad. For me, this space is reserved not just for ranting, but for ruminations and reflections as well. Sometimes, writing in your blog reveals your subconscious mind, in more ways than one. We have lots of thoughts lurking in those brains, and oftentimes we get too caught up with our “busy, everyday lives” that we fail to entertain them and let more ideas spring.

I happen to come across this blog that talks about blogging. There’s supposed to be a certain seclusion that accompanies blogging. It serves as an “outlet” to let out what we cannot, or would not, normally say in our everyday dealings. Such as dealing with all of our surrounding people’s negativities, or when we just want to say something. But truth is, does anybody ever read us anyway?

A professor at University of Ottawa, Prof. Michael Keren, likened blogging with Father McKenzie in The Beatles’ song, “Eleanor Rigby”.

” Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear /No one comes near.”

I beg to disagree. Bloggers aren’t isolated, and most especially, are not deprived or alienated from the outside world. It’s a creative process. It’s like one of those negative connotations about literature, and creative writing per se, wherein most of us no longer read books, especially literature. However, that did not keep writers from writing. Just continue to hone your craft and keep writing something worth reading. The rest will just follow.

writer’s revenge

“Please do not annoy the writer. She may put you in a book and kill you.”

..got this one from Ate Myan at her multiply blog.. So, better not stir a writer’s wrath. Or else..