current music: Untitled (How Does It Feel) - D'Angelo
Yes, it's high time I answer The Great "If You Call Me..." Survey!
If you call me "Raph":
you're my friend, a favorite teacher (and there are lots of you), part of my family and/or household, or I've just introduced myelf and have shaken your hand. You're about 78% of everybody I know, and you're special to me.
If you call me "Raphael":
you most likely read my name of a class list or attendance check list, or I've only seen you once and introduced myself as "Raphael".
If you call me "Ralph":
You can't quite pronounce "Raph" properly. Fine, it's okay.
If you STILL call me "Ralph":
I hate you. Very much so.
If you call me "Ralph" every now and then:
you must be trying to introduce me to a friend of yours and bungled it. That, or you're part of my Philo class (particularly, KC!).
If you call me "Raph, my friend" (or sometimes "Ralph, my friend"):
you're Dr. Leovino Garica.
If at the sight of me you go "Hey, Raph!" with a slight twang:
you're Mel! And you're cool.
If at the sight of me you go "Hey, Raph!" with a twang and you raise your hand in a strange handshake-like sign:
you're my best friend James, and you're the last one who remembers that handshake.
If at the sight of me you go "Raaaaaph!" and give me a hug:
you're Tine!
If you called me "Raffy" at one time or another:
you're one of Mom or Dad's friends. If not, I didn't like you very much. Odds are, I still don't.
If you called me "Papa Raph":
you're either Gillie from Days or Abu from Kaingin.
If you call me "Jose Raphael Federico Gan Doval Santos":
you're my birth certificate. Odds are, you're also my driver's licence, passport, school papers and insurance papers. You don't know me all that well.
There's also an outside shot you're Julian, making kulit. But Julian never gets my full name right.
If you call me "Mr. Doval-Santos" with a weak, somewhat faint voice:
you're Sir. D.M. Reyes or Sir Jonathan Chua, and I love your classes.
If you go "Hoy, Mister Doval-Santos" with an almost nasal quality to it:
you're Monix, and undoubtedly so.
If you go "Uy, Raph":
makali yung odds na ikaw si Fritz o si Bojit o si Mark, or any of my very trusted friends whom I've not talked to in a while.
If you called me "Ginoong Doval-Santos":
you must've been a Filipino teacher! Most likely you were Sir JoGon or Sir Morny de Guzman.
If you call me "Doval":
you must have met me back in grade school or high school. either a teacher or a classmate or batchmate. It's nice to see you again after all this time, too.
If you STILL INSIST on calling me "Doval" after some weeks have passed:
you've just GOT to be from high school. That's like, a handful of you.
If over the phone you still address me as "Doval":
you're Karen Manalastas, and I've not called you in a long while.
If you call me "Dovs":
you're problably Pol Carado (and I don't like you very much), or you're a Math blockmate and I like you a lot.
If on the phone you go "Oy, Dovs":
you're probably Emong.
If you call me "Dovski":
ah, you must be from Block W. You're either Pao, Jemjem or even Ryan.
If you call me "Duvie" (Y!M or otherwise) and like to either pinch my arm or hug me in embarrassing moments:
you're Mela. You're very makulit, endearing, funny and I miss ya!
If you called me "Dovar":
you're my confidant Pepper Relos and DAMMIT umuwi ka na sa Pinas!!
If you pronounce my name like "Rhaf" (with a slight silent H sound before the A):
you're Ma'am Sison, my English teacher from High School.
If you call me "Kuya Rap" while clambering up my back:
you're a kid from Kaingin. You're cute.
If you call me "Kuya Rap" and you jump on my back, giving me a slight shock of surprise and discomfort:
you must be Taruc! And yes, I've not been to area enough. Hehe.
IF you call me "Kuya Raf" and spell it like that too:
you're an LnK kid! You're my favorite kind of student, really. :)
If you call me "Jose":
you're the evil Dr. Torres from Pisay. I hate you very, very much.
If you called me "rakstar" the day I met you:
you're Kael. Tangina, rakstar ka!
If you call me "hvnspwn":
you must know me from forum or mail list I subscribe to. It's nice to meet you too.
If you call me as "hvnspwn" while trying to kill me:
you must have met me in BlueSkies years ago in a Counterstrike or Battlefield 1942 game. Yeah, the feeling's mutual.
If you all me "hvnspwn" and you're fighting the person I mentioned above:
you might have been my teammate back then. Hehe.
If you call me "Heaven_Spawn" in real life:
keep quiet. There are only about five of you, and I hold you very, very dear to me.
If you called me "an angel" at one point in time or another:
odds are you're Missy, Christa, Patch, Rach, Hi-C, Ailyn, or anybody I've helped out over the years. I love y'all.
If you called me "angel_spawn" and I corrected you:
You've just GOT to be Crisel.
If you just call me "Kuya":
you're somebody who isn't part of my family, but to me, you mean more than my 'real family' at times. You're either from LnK, Days or from Area.
If you called me "The Walking Tracy McGrady Shrine":
you're Jeb.
If you call me "Shaq":
you're my neighbors with whom I play basketball with. (And no, I don't play like Shaq. I'm not that good..)
It you call me "Direk":
you're Tita Teench.
If you call me "My Favorite Inaanak":
you're Ninang Clarise, and I love you very much.
If you called me "Snowman":
you must've been my classmates from 2nd year high picking on my white lab coat. I did not appreciate that very much.
If you called me "Mr. Santos":
you're a teacher whom I had to correct with my name. You're also likely somebody I'm talking to over an office counter (like, say, when I'm paying tuition) or when I'm explaining where I live when I order pizza.
If you called me "Bespren ng Lahat":
you're Mike Pineda, who wrote a write-up for me once in high school.
If you don't call out my name:
you're probably one of the following: an enemy who hates me, a friend who forgot my name but still smile at me in the halls, or you were talking to somebody at the time.
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I can't remember what the pseudonyms were for my workshop entries, so I can't enter those. :p
Monday, January 24, 2005
current music: Over and Over - Nelly
I posted this here before, but I want everybody to get to read this, at least once. =)
Your Feet
Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
I posted this here before, but I want everybody to get to read this, at least once. =)
Your Feet
Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
current music: Mata - Mojofly
You scored as The Allmighty Tallest. You are the Allmighty Tallest! You rule over others, and you always get your way. SNACKS ROCK!
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Thursday, January 06, 2005
current music: Beautiful Day - U2
Know what? I actually had plans for today! Yeah, for today, my birthday, was supposed to be that day I always tell everybody I'm not doing anything specail.
It turns out that the project to drink some coffee and to help clean up the venue for the batch tomorrow (patay) got flushed down the toilet. The reasons were my returned coughing and my kid brother needing the car that afternoon.
And he said he'd commute! SO, I took my time to research, and I texted that he should go on ahead in a jeep. Walang reply. I go home at around 11:30 (which is already late for me). And yun pala, hindi pa siya umaalis nang bahay nung umuwi ako. Hence, I ended up playing into what he wanted.
Then Dad bans me from helping out in the batch today because of my cough. Bastard.
What a birthday.
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Some people texted in greetings. I'm happy.
Some people forgot. Shit.
Turning 21, as I thought, would be no fun.
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Bright sides: people are turning out to be nicer than I expected them to be.
No, they're not greeting me in the halls or saying "Happy Birthday". But they are taking time to talk to me, like I do for them.
Imagine! Naka-upo ako sa Pub nang buong hapon kahapon, 'tas isa-isa silang dumalaw, naki-upo, at nag-kwentuhan!
It was a welcome change. :) Beautiful, really.
Know what? I actually had plans for today! Yeah, for today, my birthday, was supposed to be that day I always tell everybody I'm not doing anything specail.
It turns out that the project to drink some coffee and to help clean up the venue for the batch tomorrow (patay) got flushed down the toilet. The reasons were my returned coughing and my kid brother needing the car that afternoon.
And he said he'd commute! SO, I took my time to research, and I texted that he should go on ahead in a jeep. Walang reply. I go home at around 11:30 (which is already late for me). And yun pala, hindi pa siya umaalis nang bahay nung umuwi ako. Hence, I ended up playing into what he wanted.
Then Dad bans me from helping out in the batch today because of my cough. Bastard.
What a birthday.
-------
Some people texted in greetings. I'm happy.
Some people forgot. Shit.
Turning 21, as I thought, would be no fun.
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Bright sides: people are turning out to be nicer than I expected them to be.
No, they're not greeting me in the halls or saying "Happy Birthday". But they are taking time to talk to me, like I do for them.
Imagine! Naka-upo ako sa Pub nang buong hapon kahapon, 'tas isa-isa silang dumalaw, naki-upo, at nag-kwentuhan!
It was a welcome change. :) Beautiful, really.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
current music: Canto Alla Vita - Josh Groban
Yes, on the first week of 2K-nickel, it's begun to dawn to me.
I've lost the life I once led.
Once upon a time, I had things pretty nicely in place. I was a sophomore, member of Kaingin, Heights and AMS. I was a Math major who wasn't like any other Math major. I made lots of friends, and people would slap hands or wave when I passed by. When I'd introduce myself to total stangers in school, I'd be surprised when they'd say they had seen me before. I grew very skilled in schmoozing with the higher-ups of the school, and won praise for a lot of the things I did.
I credit this mostly to TnT. Apparently, people remembered me best there. And yes, I loved being part of Ateneo's "most amazing people". I loved the work there. In fact, it was the only kind of work I wanted to be doing the very first day I made it to Ateneo. I wanted to be a TnT, and I pursued the dream, and voila! I was one. I learned to chase a dream then, and I learned that they do come true.
Today, I'm a ghost. I avoid social situations. I don't like being seen by others. You will hardly find a smile on my face. I am no longer affiliated with any of the organizations I mentioned above. I left AMS because I no longer hung out at the ASG, and I've learned to despise how Kaingin's party politics ignored the work I've put into that org for two years.
And don't get me started with what happened in that God-dammed ivory tower called Heights. It was the only org of the three I really, REALLY wanted to keep, and fresh from a nomination to the Editorial Board, they fire me.
I love the Heights people to bits and they're some of my dearest friends, but I'm learning to avoid what they've become (or more accurately, what I fear I'm watching them become into: another more educated, sophisticated and snobbish version of Kaingin).
So yeah. It appears to me, while doing my translation writing exercises that the people of DWTL are the only "org" I work for. It appears that all this time throughout Junior year and all the changes and things I've lost, I've gained so much time to give to A-Days. I've staffed full-time for two batches, and I've headed a committee for the most recent one. If I'm not doing anything directly school related (which includes my directing class) or if I'm not doing something with the LnK'ers (like preparing Perry's birthday, or attending Carla's dinner bash), I'm spending time with the Dayzers. I'm working with them for a batch, or playing ball with them, or having lunch or whatever. Mostly, it's work, and I like it like that. I like having work to do, you see,
The rules say I can't tell you what I do, what we all do during these batches and what we give to others. That, you have to see for yourself. But that's another story.
This work ethic, combined with what I call "kamikaze work ethic" has not been kind to me. The stress has slowed me down greatly, and I've recently been hospitalized. Fresh out of the hospital, I still had work to do for the batch, and hence, my recovery had been very superficial. It took a whole Christmas break to get better, but then, there's work left unfinished.
I love the work, but I'm not feeling very good about what the work's left me: sick and pretty much alone.
I gave up things for A-Days. I gave up a lot of my free time, I gave up time studying to make meetings and practice for music. I sacrificed a shot to be a TnT a second year in a row so I could wrap up my work for a batch. Sure, I was still their friend, but I felt like I lost the right to be one of them. It sucked.
Now, I'm lost somewhat. While I love the Dayzers to bits, and that they're slowly becoming a family I don't have here at home, in school, I don't have anywhere else to go. I'm a shiftee; I don't have a block. My close friends all have lives of their own (LnK, former blockmates and even my bestest friends James and Fritz come to mind).
I don't usually think about belonging. I learned early in life that I was very different from everybody. I learned to live by myself. I'm like what my father says "truly one of males in the animal kingdom", as it's the males who live alone, and the females and children who live in packs. In essence, living alone isn't stange to me, and I take a strange pride in knowing that I work on my own terms. The problem is, everybody doesn't want to be alone forever.
I'm also very careful of who I trust. I've also come to realize that I live a life that very often forces me to make friends and then move on very suddenly, or that the friends I make have to move on too. I've got a handful of very loyal and loving friends, and I've got oodles and oodles of buddies I love to bits, but I find that I confide to only a very select few. I don't open up very easily (unless it's on printed media and I can control what others see). I don't make friends for keeps all that well, and the people I love often don't try or want look after me as much as I try or want to look after them.
Tomorrow, school starts. I'll most likely roam the corridors and encounter hundreds and hundreds of stangers. I'll see classmates again, who have their own little cliques that I've honestly no taste to be part of. I'll likely hit the library to get some stuff done for my classes that I did not get to all do over the break. I'll eat lunch on my own. I'll walk around the shops of Katips on my own. I'll run into some friends, talk to them, tell them stuff and have a blast, at least, until they have to go off and do things for themselves too. I'll do this from 7:30 AM when I get to school, and keep it up for 12 hours as I'll go home at 7:30 PM.
I don't know what I've got. I just know that when school starts tomorrow, if this keeps up I don't think I'll make it.
Lord, I beg you. Send me an angel or something. I hate being alone.
Yes, on the first week of 2K-nickel, it's begun to dawn to me.
I've lost the life I once led.
Once upon a time, I had things pretty nicely in place. I was a sophomore, member of Kaingin, Heights and AMS. I was a Math major who wasn't like any other Math major. I made lots of friends, and people would slap hands or wave when I passed by. When I'd introduce myself to total stangers in school, I'd be surprised when they'd say they had seen me before. I grew very skilled in schmoozing with the higher-ups of the school, and won praise for a lot of the things I did.
I credit this mostly to TnT. Apparently, people remembered me best there. And yes, I loved being part of Ateneo's "most amazing people". I loved the work there. In fact, it was the only kind of work I wanted to be doing the very first day I made it to Ateneo. I wanted to be a TnT, and I pursued the dream, and voila! I was one. I learned to chase a dream then, and I learned that they do come true.
Today, I'm a ghost. I avoid social situations. I don't like being seen by others. You will hardly find a smile on my face. I am no longer affiliated with any of the organizations I mentioned above. I left AMS because I no longer hung out at the ASG, and I've learned to despise how Kaingin's party politics ignored the work I've put into that org for two years.
And don't get me started with what happened in that God-dammed ivory tower called Heights. It was the only org of the three I really, REALLY wanted to keep, and fresh from a nomination to the Editorial Board, they fire me.
I love the Heights people to bits and they're some of my dearest friends, but I'm learning to avoid what they've become (or more accurately, what I fear I'm watching them become into: another more educated, sophisticated and snobbish version of Kaingin).
So yeah. It appears to me, while doing my translation writing exercises that the people of DWTL are the only "org" I work for. It appears that all this time throughout Junior year and all the changes and things I've lost, I've gained so much time to give to A-Days. I've staffed full-time for two batches, and I've headed a committee for the most recent one. If I'm not doing anything directly school related (which includes my directing class) or if I'm not doing something with the LnK'ers (like preparing Perry's birthday, or attending Carla's dinner bash), I'm spending time with the Dayzers. I'm working with them for a batch, or playing ball with them, or having lunch or whatever. Mostly, it's work, and I like it like that. I like having work to do, you see,
The rules say I can't tell you what I do, what we all do during these batches and what we give to others. That, you have to see for yourself. But that's another story.
This work ethic, combined with what I call "kamikaze work ethic" has not been kind to me. The stress has slowed me down greatly, and I've recently been hospitalized. Fresh out of the hospital, I still had work to do for the batch, and hence, my recovery had been very superficial. It took a whole Christmas break to get better, but then, there's work left unfinished.
I love the work, but I'm not feeling very good about what the work's left me: sick and pretty much alone.
I gave up things for A-Days. I gave up a lot of my free time, I gave up time studying to make meetings and practice for music. I sacrificed a shot to be a TnT a second year in a row so I could wrap up my work for a batch. Sure, I was still their friend, but I felt like I lost the right to be one of them. It sucked.
Now, I'm lost somewhat. While I love the Dayzers to bits, and that they're slowly becoming a family I don't have here at home, in school, I don't have anywhere else to go. I'm a shiftee; I don't have a block. My close friends all have lives of their own (LnK, former blockmates and even my bestest friends James and Fritz come to mind).
I don't usually think about belonging. I learned early in life that I was very different from everybody. I learned to live by myself. I'm like what my father says "truly one of males in the animal kingdom", as it's the males who live alone, and the females and children who live in packs. In essence, living alone isn't stange to me, and I take a strange pride in knowing that I work on my own terms. The problem is, everybody doesn't want to be alone forever.
I'm also very careful of who I trust. I've also come to realize that I live a life that very often forces me to make friends and then move on very suddenly, or that the friends I make have to move on too. I've got a handful of very loyal and loving friends, and I've got oodles and oodles of buddies I love to bits, but I find that I confide to only a very select few. I don't open up very easily (unless it's on printed media and I can control what others see). I don't make friends for keeps all that well, and the people I love often don't try or want look after me as much as I try or want to look after them.
Tomorrow, school starts. I'll most likely roam the corridors and encounter hundreds and hundreds of stangers. I'll see classmates again, who have their own little cliques that I've honestly no taste to be part of. I'll likely hit the library to get some stuff done for my classes that I did not get to all do over the break. I'll eat lunch on my own. I'll walk around the shops of Katips on my own. I'll run into some friends, talk to them, tell them stuff and have a blast, at least, until they have to go off and do things for themselves too. I'll do this from 7:30 AM when I get to school, and keep it up for 12 hours as I'll go home at 7:30 PM.
I don't know what I've got. I just know that when school starts tomorrow, if this keeps up I don't think I'll make it.
Lord, I beg you. Send me an angel or something. I hate being alone.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
current music: One - U2
Today, I've made peace with my kid sister. Begrudingly at first, I've decided to break the ice and talk.
It's okay. I guess we settled that there are aspects to our personas that shan't be changed. I moved that we shouldn't. I guess she understood.
Dammit, I still feel shortchanged.
Today, I've made peace with my kid sister. Begrudingly at first, I've decided to break the ice and talk.
It's okay. I guess we settled that there are aspects to our personas that shan't be changed. I moved that we shouldn't. I guess she understood.
Dammit, I still feel shortchanged.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
45 things survey.
1. name?> Jose Raphael Federico Gan Doval-Santos.
2. How old are you?> 20
3. Do you have any nickname?> Raph. Yun lang, please.
4. When was your first love?> ahehehehe. matagaaaal na.
5. First kiss?> see above. more or less the same day.
6. How tall are you?> 5'7'' or 5'8''. maybe taller.
7. How many ex gf/bf do u have?> wala. :p
8. Sour, spicy or sweet?> sweet, ideally.
9. What would u do when you are free?> use a PC, listen to music, talk to friends
10. Obsessions> music, poetry, soccer, basketball
11. Do you club?> no thanks. not my thing.
12.What are your favorite magazines> FHM, PULP, Flip (i miss this), Sports Illustrated, GQ, The New Yorker (somebody buy me a subscription! :D)
13. Are you a drinker?> nope
14. How much money will you bring when you are out?> a little under 500. I hardly bring the big guns unless needed.
15. Car, diamond or money?> show me the money.
16. What phone are you using now?> Windows Smartphone. No, it's not Amazing after all.
17. Coffeebean or starbucks?> Neither. I prefer Gloria Jean's. :D
18. Where do you stay?> wherever, but often in my room.
19. What is your favourite food?> I'm crazy about lasanga and pizza. And I could use some right now.
20. Chocolate, Sweets or cake?> not as cake. better on its own.
21. Can your ears move?> a bit, yeah. :D
22. Do you dye your hair?> no, I don't. I love black too much. :)
23. What languages do you speak?> Filipino, English, both quite fluently.
24. How many phones in your house?> two lines, one of them with an extension.
25. How many toilets??> 5. :)
26. When you are doing your business in thetoilet , what do you do?> I read books. Often whatever I'm carrying.
27. Do you swim?> yeah, I can swim. not regularly anymore though.
28. Do you gamble?> haven't done that in a while!:D
29. What are your favourite sports?> basketball, soccer, chess, tennis, pool, archery
30. Love, techno or classical?> senti na lang...
31. What is your favourite drink?> Four Seasons juice.
32. What is your temper?> intense. yeah, that says it.
33. What kind of person are you?> uncompromising, but considerate.
34. What would you wear when you go to bed?> shorts, and a shirt. Sometimes I wear a sando. Sometimes I'm still wearing my wristwatch or wrist bands.
35. What is the 1st thing to do when you wakeup?> I check for the time.
36. Do you eat breakfast?> of course. almost twice a day. :D
37. Favourite tv shows?> queer eye, tonight show with jay leno, late night with conan o'brien, rocko's modern life, Mad About You.
38. Who do you want to meet?> the three T's: Thierry Henry, Tracy McGrady, Tupac Shakur
39. Where do you like to go?> I wanna go to the Bahamas. Just once.
40. When is your birthday?> january 6, 1984
41. Do you buy branded goods?> ba't naman hindi??
42. How many hours do you spend talking on thephone?> quota ko is one hour. anything less means it's either work-related (where I try to keep things efficient) or the phone's either tapped or on a leash.
43. If a guy or a lady want to know you as a friend, would you give your number to them?> well, why not? phone conversations help strengthen anything.
44. Do you watch romantic movies?> oo naman. but not that frequently. just when it works.
45.Do u watch Filipino movie?> not really, no. Just when people say it's good.
1. name?> Jose Raphael Federico Gan Doval-Santos.
2. How old are you?> 20
3. Do you have any nickname?> Raph. Yun lang, please.
4. When was your first love?> ahehehehe. matagaaaal na.
5. First kiss?> see above. more or less the same day.
6. How tall are you?> 5'7'' or 5'8''. maybe taller.
7. How many ex gf/bf do u have?> wala. :p
8. Sour, spicy or sweet?> sweet, ideally.
9. What would u do when you are free?> use a PC, listen to music, talk to friends
10. Obsessions> music, poetry, soccer, basketball
11. Do you club?> no thanks. not my thing.
12.What are your favorite magazines> FHM, PULP, Flip (i miss this), Sports Illustrated, GQ, The New Yorker (somebody buy me a subscription! :D)
13. Are you a drinker?> nope
14. How much money will you bring when you are out?> a little under 500. I hardly bring the big guns unless needed.
15. Car, diamond or money?> show me the money.
16. What phone are you using now?> Windows Smartphone. No, it's not Amazing after all.
17. Coffeebean or starbucks?> Neither. I prefer Gloria Jean's. :D
18. Where do you stay?> wherever, but often in my room.
19. What is your favourite food?> I'm crazy about lasanga and pizza. And I could use some right now.
20. Chocolate, Sweets or cake?> not as cake. better on its own.
21. Can your ears move?> a bit, yeah. :D
22. Do you dye your hair?> no, I don't. I love black too much. :)
23. What languages do you speak?> Filipino, English, both quite fluently.
24. How many phones in your house?> two lines, one of them with an extension.
25. How many toilets??> 5. :)
26. When you are doing your business in thetoilet , what do you do?> I read books. Often whatever I'm carrying.
27. Do you swim?> yeah, I can swim. not regularly anymore though.
28. Do you gamble?> haven't done that in a while!:D
29. What are your favourite sports?> basketball, soccer, chess, tennis, pool, archery
30. Love, techno or classical?> senti na lang...
31. What is your favourite drink?> Four Seasons juice.
32. What is your temper?> intense. yeah, that says it.
33. What kind of person are you?> uncompromising, but considerate.
34. What would you wear when you go to bed?> shorts, and a shirt. Sometimes I wear a sando. Sometimes I'm still wearing my wristwatch or wrist bands.
35. What is the 1st thing to do when you wakeup?> I check for the time.
36. Do you eat breakfast?> of course. almost twice a day. :D
37. Favourite tv shows?> queer eye, tonight show with jay leno, late night with conan o'brien, rocko's modern life, Mad About You.
38. Who do you want to meet?> the three T's: Thierry Henry, Tracy McGrady, Tupac Shakur
39. Where do you like to go?> I wanna go to the Bahamas. Just once.
40. When is your birthday?> january 6, 1984
41. Do you buy branded goods?> ba't naman hindi??
42. How many hours do you spend talking on thephone?> quota ko is one hour. anything less means it's either work-related (where I try to keep things efficient) or the phone's either tapped or on a leash.
43. If a guy or a lady want to know you as a friend, would you give your number to them?> well, why not? phone conversations help strengthen anything.
44. Do you watch romantic movies?> oo naman. but not that frequently. just when it works.
45.Do u watch Filipino movie?> not really, no. Just when people say it's good.
If anybody will see me within the next few days or weeks, kindly understand.
I've not been completely healthy.
Yes, yes, I am aware I'm overweight and I breathe heavy after long walks. I'm not thinking about that. I'm thinking about the respiratory system infection I've been struggling against for the past few months.
I'm happy to say that coughing has died down. I'm still taking medications, but at least the steriod use (to loosen my lungs) won't be necessary anymore.
I still don't know how to deal with the ruptured artery in my right eye. It's nothing serious, really. It just gives it a red streak where white should be. I doubt it's contagious (Dad says it's caused by forceful coughing) so I don't need to wear sunglasses everywhere.
I've spent the first two days of Christmas break here at home. I spend half of the day hours asleep, the other using a PC. I either play games or write like I'm doing as of this moment. Then, I try to catch some sports on television, be it soccer or basketball.
I'm in the midst of directing another piece, and I'm looking for a script. Hopefully, the two people who pledged their support shortly after I directed my first piece will still be around to do the next.
Any "hard-core" literary work will have to wait awhile. I'm still busy reading things to consider creating anything new just yet.
I also hope you will all bear with this blog for a moment while I try to re-post the links I had. This is particularly for the case of my once-regular visitors and visitees. I miss bloghopping between my site and yours, so understand please. If you leave me a URL of your blog, I shall endeavour to pop a link for it as soon as possible.
For now, I wish you all a Merry Christmas, and good health. hehehe.
I've not been completely healthy.
Yes, yes, I am aware I'm overweight and I breathe heavy after long walks. I'm not thinking about that. I'm thinking about the respiratory system infection I've been struggling against for the past few months.
I'm happy to say that coughing has died down. I'm still taking medications, but at least the steriod use (to loosen my lungs) won't be necessary anymore.
I still don't know how to deal with the ruptured artery in my right eye. It's nothing serious, really. It just gives it a red streak where white should be. I doubt it's contagious (Dad says it's caused by forceful coughing) so I don't need to wear sunglasses everywhere.
I've spent the first two days of Christmas break here at home. I spend half of the day hours asleep, the other using a PC. I either play games or write like I'm doing as of this moment. Then, I try to catch some sports on television, be it soccer or basketball.
I'm in the midst of directing another piece, and I'm looking for a script. Hopefully, the two people who pledged their support shortly after I directed my first piece will still be around to do the next.
Any "hard-core" literary work will have to wait awhile. I'm still busy reading things to consider creating anything new just yet.
I also hope you will all bear with this blog for a moment while I try to re-post the links I had. This is particularly for the case of my once-regular visitors and visitees. I miss bloghopping between my site and yours, so understand please. If you leave me a URL of your blog, I shall endeavour to pop a link for it as soon as possible.
For now, I wish you all a Merry Christmas, and good health. hehehe.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
current music: Ghost - Indigo Girls
Oo na, oo na. Alam ko na hindi naman ako nagpo-post dito. At oo, mayroon ding duda kung nagsusulat ako.
Kung ako'y ikaw, huwag na kayong mangangamba kung gumagaling ako sa aking sining o hindi. Ako lamang amg may tanging responsibilidad sa aking sarili. Huwag na akong mangangamba.
Sa ngayon, kakatapos lang namin ni Irene sa aming proyekto sa Directing I. Langya, naka-A ako!
At para makamit ko ang markang iyon, kinailangan kong sumuko ng oras para ipagbuti ang ginagawa naming dalawa. Hay 'naku.
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Sa ngayon din, susubukan kong palitan ang sapin nitong blog na 'to. Sayang naman, at sa kay tagal kong hindi lumilikha ng mga bagay dito, hindi ko namalayang marami rin palang naglagay ng pangalan ko sa kanilang sariling blog. Kay sayang naman sa kanila kung hindi ko ito gagamitin.
So ayun. Ang puti kong kama'y wari kailangan nang palitan ang mga sapin, at mga pambalot sa mga unan.
Ngunit, hindi pa ako tapos sa aking pag-lilinis sa kwarto, kaya ang kama kong ito'y maghihintay muna.
Oo na, oo na. Alam ko na hindi naman ako nagpo-post dito. At oo, mayroon ding duda kung nagsusulat ako.
Kung ako'y ikaw, huwag na kayong mangangamba kung gumagaling ako sa aking sining o hindi. Ako lamang amg may tanging responsibilidad sa aking sarili. Huwag na akong mangangamba.
Sa ngayon, kakatapos lang namin ni Irene sa aming proyekto sa Directing I. Langya, naka-A ako!
At para makamit ko ang markang iyon, kinailangan kong sumuko ng oras para ipagbuti ang ginagawa naming dalawa. Hay 'naku.
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Sa ngayon din, susubukan kong palitan ang sapin nitong blog na 'to. Sayang naman, at sa kay tagal kong hindi lumilikha ng mga bagay dito, hindi ko namalayang marami rin palang naglagay ng pangalan ko sa kanilang sariling blog. Kay sayang naman sa kanila kung hindi ko ito gagamitin.
So ayun. Ang puti kong kama'y wari kailangan nang palitan ang mga sapin, at mga pambalot sa mga unan.
Ngunit, hindi pa ako tapos sa aking pag-lilinis sa kwarto, kaya ang kama kong ito'y maghihintay muna.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
[Don't you just hate how posts disappear after you write them?]
Monix is promoting to me replica Ateneo basektball jerseys of Ateneo legends. P795 a shirt worn by the likes of Vince Hizon, Ritchie Ticzon, et al.
Eagles of Hope Bazaar at November 27-28. If you happen to see "a crazy woman promoting the jerseys," si Monix yun. :D
Damn, these are the days I wish I had a gun so I could rob a bank.
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A lot's happened over the last time I visited:
1.) an A-Days staffing weekend.
2.) entry into Javie's Lighthouse group
3.) a dry spell in my writing
4.) more drama
5.) a fight that hasn't ended yet.
6.) the end of the 1st semseter, me walking away with a 2.9 average (hindi man lang 3.0?!?)
And I'll be fine. Yes, I will.
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Why haven't I posted here? Becaus obviously, I've not had the time to fix the template.
I know! Maybe I can get a new layout! :D
Anybody, please help. :D email at heaven.spawn@gmail.com
Monix is promoting to me replica Ateneo basektball jerseys of Ateneo legends. P795 a shirt worn by the likes of Vince Hizon, Ritchie Ticzon, et al.
Eagles of Hope Bazaar at November 27-28. If you happen to see "a crazy woman promoting the jerseys," si Monix yun. :D
Damn, these are the days I wish I had a gun so I could rob a bank.
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A lot's happened over the last time I visited:
1.) an A-Days staffing weekend.
2.) entry into Javie's Lighthouse group
3.) a dry spell in my writing
4.) more drama
5.) a fight that hasn't ended yet.
6.) the end of the 1st semseter, me walking away with a 2.9 average (hindi man lang 3.0?!?)
And I'll be fine. Yes, I will.
==========
Why haven't I posted here? Becaus obviously, I've not had the time to fix the template.
I know! Maybe I can get a new layout! :D
Anybody, please help. :D email at heaven.spawn@gmail.com
Monday, October 04, 2004
You are the pilot.
Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.
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arguably the best test i've taken in a long time. heck, maybe the best test I've taken ever.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
current music: Theme song from One Tree Hill. ooh yeah. (will put link to OTH site here soon)
Today was used up:
1.) attending Philo and Theo, two favorite classes of mine (kasi medyo mataas-taas grades ko dyan. ehehehe.)
2.) Waiting for Javie and Rap to finish their critique of "Darkroom"
3.) Talking to Den, who was sick, and trying to cheer her up. Did it work? I don't think so, because when you're sick, no amount of "It's gonna be okay"'s will really cure you, right?
4.) Recieving a critique from Mel, Martin, Javie and Rap. Shet.
Know what? I'm starting to think I'm not a "born writer" after all. Especially today, when my eyes were rubbed and the dirt removed, and I realized I write "rhythm, rhyme, music, nonesense and poor logic" (which is still important in art, either way).
5.) Tambay over lunch (cheese sauce pasta + four seasons juice + donuts = picks me up anytime). Cracked jokes across the board. Fun fun fun.
6.) Talking to Mel with Julian to try cheer her up from her tiff with Martin. Wahahaha. I should be named "Unofficial Pubroom Therapist"
7.) Waited for my brother, who took the car while I wasn't looking, to go back to Ateneo and pick me up. Hehe. Funny.
8.) Play FIFA. malamang. La viv Real Madrid baby. And Arsenal pa rin ako. Thierry Henry (French name pronounced Han-REE) is a rock star.
9.) Nanood ng Season Finale of "One Tree Hill" after dinner. All the more I loved that show, after seeing its first season end.
Ganda-ganda ng nangyari kay Nathan at Lucas: fighting half-brothers worls apart making peace in ways unheard of in MY OWN HOUSEHOLD? Naisip ko: ba't wala akong natural born siblings like that, when this dude has a half-brother who loves him to bits? Shet.Can that happen in my household? I don't know. I'm skeptical.
Today was used up:
1.) attending Philo and Theo, two favorite classes of mine (kasi medyo mataas-taas grades ko dyan. ehehehe.)
2.) Waiting for Javie and Rap to finish their critique of "Darkroom"
3.) Talking to Den, who was sick, and trying to cheer her up. Did it work? I don't think so, because when you're sick, no amount of "It's gonna be okay"'s will really cure you, right?
4.) Recieving a critique from Mel, Martin, Javie and Rap. Shet.
Know what? I'm starting to think I'm not a "born writer" after all. Especially today, when my eyes were rubbed and the dirt removed, and I realized I write "rhythm, rhyme, music, nonesense and poor logic" (which is still important in art, either way).
5.) Tambay over lunch (cheese sauce pasta + four seasons juice + donuts = picks me up anytime). Cracked jokes across the board. Fun fun fun.
6.) Talking to Mel with Julian to try cheer her up from her tiff with Martin. Wahahaha. I should be named "Unofficial Pubroom Therapist"
7.) Waited for my brother, who took the car while I wasn't looking, to go back to Ateneo and pick me up. Hehe. Funny.
8.) Play FIFA. malamang. La viv Real Madrid baby. And Arsenal pa rin ako. Thierry Henry (French name pronounced Han-REE) is a rock star.
9.) Nanood ng Season Finale of "One Tree Hill" after dinner. All the more I loved that show, after seeing its first season end.
Ganda-ganda ng nangyari kay Nathan at Lucas: fighting half-brothers worls apart making peace in ways unheard of in MY OWN HOUSEHOLD? Naisip ko: ba't wala akong natural born siblings like that, when this dude has a half-brother who loves him to bits? Shet.Can that happen in my household? I don't know. I'm skeptical.
Monday, September 27, 2004
current music: na LSS ako sa "Masaya" ni Bamboo!
I'm in bad need of a new addiction, SO I'm thinking of taking a walk to "Mr. Pirata's Pirated Video Game Store Along Katipunan" and buy Spinter Cell 2: Pandora Tomorrow today!
Or I'll just sit here and try to figure out what to do with that darn library book.
Anybody know where I can find Pablo Neruda's "The Captain's Verses"?
(no, Ebay is out of the question. I need it as soon as possbile)
Oh yeah, I wrote something new. I'll post it soon.
I'm in bad need of a new addiction, SO I'm thinking of taking a walk to "Mr. Pirata's Pirated Video Game Store Along Katipunan" and buy Spinter Cell 2: Pandora Tomorrow today!
Or I'll just sit here and try to figure out what to do with that darn library book.
Anybody know where I can find Pablo Neruda's "The Captain's Verses"?
(no, Ebay is out of the question. I need it as soon as possbile)
Oh yeah, I wrote something new. I'll post it soon.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
I'm watching "About A Boy" all over again on Star Movies. Good way of getting rid of some weird comings and goings in my head.
Fascinating how the script is so smartly written! Particularly when the main character Will, falls in love (really falls in love) and explains what's it really like. Hehehe.
Watching a film like this makes me think: where shall I take my masters? In New York or London? I've been pining for the Big Apple since I was a boy, but man... I can't quite say No to a, shall we say, "more civilised" people. hehehe.
Fascinating how the script is so smartly written! Particularly when the main character Will, falls in love (really falls in love) and explains what's it really like. Hehehe.
Watching a film like this makes me think: where shall I take my masters? In New York or London? I've been pining for the Big Apple since I was a boy, but man... I can't quite say No to a, shall we say, "more civilised" people. hehehe.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Know what? The funny things about Doc Garcia's Philo class are:
1.) I tend to be his "favorite" in getting candid responses for his funky questions. Seriously! He asked "what happens to a person who falls in love? How do you know?" and queried one dude. He didn't get the answer he wanted, so went straight to me! ahahaha! (No, I can't remember what I said as response.)
2.) His style of teaching Philo is that something like a world class soccer striker: get the ball, and shoot and shoot and shoot. Once he starts talking, he'll go on and on and on. Sometimes, he'll mention something fantastic, and then he'll miss over and over, and then he'll hit on a different insight that uplifts. It can get tiring, but it's nice.
3.) Whenever he talks about "intersubjectivity", or "solitude and being alone as distinct" and stuff like that, I can't help but feel so isolated. And it haunts in ways worse and more powerfully than Julian's choices of music (which are more often than not, darn catchy ditties).
"The artist, the painter, the future lawyer, the basketball player all at one point, need to sacrifice time with others, but in effect, can be more expressive of their selves."
Wala lang. I'm averaging close to a C+ in his class, but it's rapidly my second favorite subject after Sir Yuson's class.
I'm not sure if I've either spent too much time away, not spending enough time or effort with others, or that other's just can't see me. I like being on my own whenever I can, but I hate being left alone. And for the most part, that's been essentially my story for all this month.
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Paper is due tomorrow. Wow.
Will be offline for a large portion of the time, then back online again. Go figure.Tomorrow, I'm slated to watch UP Streetdance peroform at UP Theater, and an hour or so prior to that it'll be spent at UP, for the book launch of "Love's a Vice", a set of translations of Mike Bigournia's poetry.
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Last night at Aria was lots of fun! It's a shame I had to leave after Sir Larry's poem. Talagang pinilit ko lang ang sarili kong panoorin sina Sir Larry at Sir Allan. I know I missed Waps sing, and I'll never forgive myself if I missed Ma'am Beni or Kael Co read their works too. (noo! nakita ko si Kael non! please, Jess, please sana di ko nalampasan yun!) I'm glad however, I did NOT miss Waps, Sir Egay nor Naya read their works.
NAYA VALDELLEON IS THE GODDESS OF POETRY! ALL HEATHENS SHALL HEAR HER GLORIOUS WORKS AND DESPAIR!
Kung may "teardrops" na expression sina Monix, dito naman ang bunganga ko ang nanlaglag nang narining ko ang kanyang mga salita! Hotness! She's the best!
I guess it was the texts for me to return home that got me running. That, and the idea of resting at long last after a much-missed hot meal. I was already tired and hungry too, and the people I hoped to hang out with had other company, so fine. I just went home on my own, albeit early. It's really just like that.
I'm still hanging on to what Ma'am Beni said: "Na isang araw babasahin din ang mga salita mo at papalakpakan!" Haay. Ma'am Beni, sana hindi ko masasayang ang tiwala ninyo sa akin.
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Now time for a glass of water.
1.) I tend to be his "favorite" in getting candid responses for his funky questions. Seriously! He asked "what happens to a person who falls in love? How do you know?" and queried one dude. He didn't get the answer he wanted, so went straight to me! ahahaha! (No, I can't remember what I said as response.)
2.) His style of teaching Philo is that something like a world class soccer striker: get the ball, and shoot and shoot and shoot. Once he starts talking, he'll go on and on and on. Sometimes, he'll mention something fantastic, and then he'll miss over and over, and then he'll hit on a different insight that uplifts. It can get tiring, but it's nice.
3.) Whenever he talks about "intersubjectivity", or "solitude and being alone as distinct" and stuff like that, I can't help but feel so isolated. And it haunts in ways worse and more powerfully than Julian's choices of music (which are more often than not, darn catchy ditties).
"The artist, the painter, the future lawyer, the basketball player all at one point, need to sacrifice time with others, but in effect, can be more expressive of their selves."
Wala lang. I'm averaging close to a C+ in his class, but it's rapidly my second favorite subject after Sir Yuson's class.
I'm not sure if I've either spent too much time away, not spending enough time or effort with others, or that other's just can't see me. I like being on my own whenever I can, but I hate being left alone. And for the most part, that's been essentially my story for all this month.
------------
Paper is due tomorrow. Wow.
Will be offline for a large portion of the time, then back online again. Go figure.Tomorrow, I'm slated to watch UP Streetdance peroform at UP Theater, and an hour or so prior to that it'll be spent at UP, for the book launch of "Love's a Vice", a set of translations of Mike Bigournia's poetry.
------------
Last night at Aria was lots of fun! It's a shame I had to leave after Sir Larry's poem. Talagang pinilit ko lang ang sarili kong panoorin sina Sir Larry at Sir Allan. I know I missed Waps sing, and I'll never forgive myself if I missed Ma'am Beni or Kael Co read their works too. (noo! nakita ko si Kael non! please, Jess, please sana di ko nalampasan yun!) I'm glad however, I did NOT miss Waps, Sir Egay nor Naya read their works.
NAYA VALDELLEON IS THE GODDESS OF POETRY! ALL HEATHENS SHALL HEAR HER GLORIOUS WORKS AND DESPAIR!
Kung may "teardrops" na expression sina Monix, dito naman ang bunganga ko ang nanlaglag nang narining ko ang kanyang mga salita! Hotness! She's the best!
I guess it was the texts for me to return home that got me running. That, and the idea of resting at long last after a much-missed hot meal. I was already tired and hungry too, and the people I hoped to hang out with had other company, so fine. I just went home on my own, albeit early. It's really just like that.
I'm still hanging on to what Ma'am Beni said: "Na isang araw babasahin din ang mga salita mo at papalakpakan!" Haay. Ma'am Beni, sana hindi ko masasayang ang tiwala ninyo sa akin.
...
Now time for a glass of water.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
The universe is not cooperating with me today. The car is color-coded so I can't leave school until past 7. Ordinarily, Roel is supposed to take public transportation home, but as I type this he's in McDonald's asking me to drive him home. This puts my sched out of whack! I'm slated to attend the Aria readings (which will start shortly) in dela Costa, and that'll take maybe all evening!
And then, I'm further rattled with Julian's Mom texting me to go to RSF. I just got the message a few minutes ago asking me to go to RSF "in 5 mins" which was dated whole three hours ago! Shit!
Ngarag talaga, punyemas. Kung sana lang may initiative si Roel umuwi ng mag-isa (dahil Wednesday naman eh), kung hindi lang nag-lag ang Smart sa text na pinadala ni Tita Tinna, kung sana lang hindi lahat ito nangyari habang ako'y nagre-research para sa paper ko due sa Friday!!!
Shit shit shit.
And then, I'm further rattled with Julian's Mom texting me to go to RSF. I just got the message a few minutes ago asking me to go to RSF "in 5 mins" which was dated whole three hours ago! Shit!
Ngarag talaga, punyemas. Kung sana lang may initiative si Roel umuwi ng mag-isa (dahil Wednesday naman eh), kung hindi lang nag-lag ang Smart sa text na pinadala ni Tita Tinna, kung sana lang hindi lahat ito nangyari habang ako'y nagre-research para sa paper ko due sa Friday!!!
Shit shit shit.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
I'm losing interest in Monopoly Tycoon. Hehehe. I fed my addiction so much I've lost interest in it already. I need to get into something new. Something to use my time with (apart from literature, reading, study and the like). That, or I need a new book again.
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Me and my mom went and covered books in plastic. The two of us sort of bonding, while cutting plastic and taping them around the book covers. I think my folks approve of the fact that I'm reading so much again, after so long. They've always thought all I did was play on the PC (which they always see me do whenever they arrive home), so reading is a good thing.
It was there I realized how large my reading list is today. Check:
"Skin, Voices, Faces" - Danton Remoto
"Promising Lights" - D.M. Reyes
"Buena Vista Ventures" - Alfredo Salanga
"Father Poems" - collection, edited by Sir Krip and Jimmy Abad
"100 Love Poems: Philippine Love Poetry Since 1900" - collection, also edited by Sir Krip and Jimmy Abad. bias kasi teacher ko si Krip. hehe.]
"The Nymph of MTV" - Angelo Suarez
"Salvaged Poems" - Eman Lacaba [a favorite of mine now]
"Alipato" - Ma'am Beni Santos [another rakstar favorite book. bias kasi mentor. hehe.]
"The Time Machine" - H.G. Wells [almost lost this book, found it at last]
"Letters to a Young Poet" - Rainer Maria Rilke [re-reading this.]
and there was one more, but I can't remember it. I think I also gave a cover to the new Senior's Folio of Heights, para masabi na sa akin talaga siya. hehehe.
Yes, it's a large list, but trust me, they're all relatively short books. :p And the cool thing about a book of poems is that you'll never get tired of them. That's because nobody reads a book of poems from cover to cover (unless you're like some people I know). I open the book, and read what I see, then move on. I'll stop when I'm done with one, think it over, then read another. It's like a box of pizza: you don't need a "left to right" system to pick the slice you want.
There are also 4 library books to my name:
"Los Versos del Capitan (The Captain's Verses)" - Pablo Neruda
"The New Poetry" - a collection of modern works from British writers and people who lived in Britain, published in the 1950's, so they's Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, and others I'm not familiar with because they're British.
"Poetics" - Aristotle
"The Art of Poetry" - Valery
I don't remember who the translators are. The books are downstairs. I'll return them by Monday, in order to make way for "real academics".
If you don't approve of anthing in my collection of reading material, please comment FAST. I don't know if what I'm reading right now is good (except for Gelo Suarez's work, which I'm not that fond of, now that I've re-read it a few times].
Gack. I'm reverting to my 6-8 year-old self, the fat kid who kept his nose in books all day. :( Only this time, I'm reading "real" literature instead of Biology books and Choose-Your-Own-Adventures.
But I gotta do this again, if I wanna be good at what I do.
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By the way, my brother's playing in Conspiracy (the new bar along Visayas Ave) tonight. I hear he's fronting for Cynthia Alexander or something. I'll head there later to see. Mga 10 PM pa naman daw, so I'll leave later. Nood din kayo, kung wala rin kayong gagawin. Wish him luck.
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Me and my mom went and covered books in plastic. The two of us sort of bonding, while cutting plastic and taping them around the book covers. I think my folks approve of the fact that I'm reading so much again, after so long. They've always thought all I did was play on the PC (which they always see me do whenever they arrive home), so reading is a good thing.
It was there I realized how large my reading list is today. Check:
"Skin, Voices, Faces" - Danton Remoto
"Promising Lights" - D.M. Reyes
"Buena Vista Ventures" - Alfredo Salanga
"Father Poems" - collection, edited by Sir Krip and Jimmy Abad
"100 Love Poems: Philippine Love Poetry Since 1900" - collection, also edited by Sir Krip and Jimmy Abad. bias kasi teacher ko si Krip. hehe.]
"The Nymph of MTV" - Angelo Suarez
"Salvaged Poems" - Eman Lacaba [a favorite of mine now]
"Alipato" - Ma'am Beni Santos [another rakstar favorite book. bias kasi mentor. hehe.]
"The Time Machine" - H.G. Wells [almost lost this book, found it at last]
"Letters to a Young Poet" - Rainer Maria Rilke [re-reading this.]
and there was one more, but I can't remember it. I think I also gave a cover to the new Senior's Folio of Heights, para masabi na sa akin talaga siya. hehehe.
Yes, it's a large list, but trust me, they're all relatively short books. :p And the cool thing about a book of poems is that you'll never get tired of them. That's because nobody reads a book of poems from cover to cover (unless you're like some people I know). I open the book, and read what I see, then move on. I'll stop when I'm done with one, think it over, then read another. It's like a box of pizza: you don't need a "left to right" system to pick the slice you want.
There are also 4 library books to my name:
"Los Versos del Capitan (The Captain's Verses)" - Pablo Neruda
"The New Poetry" - a collection of modern works from British writers and people who lived in Britain, published in the 1950's, so they's Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, and others I'm not familiar with because they're British.
"Poetics" - Aristotle
"The Art of Poetry" - Valery
I don't remember who the translators are. The books are downstairs. I'll return them by Monday, in order to make way for "real academics".
If you don't approve of anthing in my collection of reading material, please comment FAST. I don't know if what I'm reading right now is good (except for Gelo Suarez's work, which I'm not that fond of, now that I've re-read it a few times].
Gack. I'm reverting to my 6-8 year-old self, the fat kid who kept his nose in books all day. :( Only this time, I'm reading "real" literature instead of Biology books and Choose-Your-Own-Adventures.
But I gotta do this again, if I wanna be good at what I do.
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By the way, my brother's playing in Conspiracy (the new bar along Visayas Ave) tonight. I hear he's fronting for Cynthia Alexander or something. I'll head there later to see. Mga 10 PM pa naman daw, so I'll leave later. Nood din kayo, kung wala rin kayong gagawin. Wish him luck.
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