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Deprivation
2007-08-15 02:46:43
The last thing I remembered was I, staring blankly at the screen and the so much effort it took to even try to make sense what that cursor was doing blinking in the search box. Consequently I had to shake my head off as if a pack of snow is clouding it. My eyes were heavy that if I were a bohemian artist, I would have lighted a cigarette and drove through Laurel Canyon and party in the most unusual way. Yet my fingers were tapping the keys like eager cats rubbing their owners. Then the baby cried, cried out my purpose. Suddenly the blank stares; the tired, red eyes stopped as I had to hush myself to slumber. All those transpired like rage because sleep has become a luxury these days. ...

on writing
2007-08-15 02:45:38
You can hardly imagine my longing every time I turn on the computer; launch the word processing program and begin typing. I’m not addicted to blogging but I am to writing. Fingers are more relaxed and mind though blank is a blinker of Morse codes to my senses as I punch keys on the keyboard. Outlet: writing. I should begin. Again. ...

"Ideation"
2007-08-15 02:41:46
I should give credit to my friend ficklefish for the term "ideation". I'm thinking. I'm thinking. I had this talk with another dear friend that got me thinking. This is what I have to leave this blog for now. Leave this blog for now? But blogging I won’t. ...

What the f–-amily!
2007-08-15 02:41:14
A few days ago, I was at an Internet café and nearly had a heart attack sitting next to a high school junior. At first glance, she looked seraphic though more sophisticated compared to juniors my time. With eyebrows lifted and lashes permed, she’d make it to “The OC” cast. But when she spoke, oh my, she’d make it to death row. She swore like a madman. She had all the profanities to call a slow, unstable Internet connection. Let alone she had all the necessary energy to kick and grunt profusely because a picture took half a minute to load in a café of full seating. And then she cursed out loudly, successfully calling everyone’s attention, because she couldn’t decide which of her photos to make primary in her precious Friendster account. With already “a parent” added to my credentials, I would have shushed the girl but I decided against it. I let her be. Relishing the moment of tranquility destroyed, I came to reflect. If she’s the prototype of 21st century ad ...

Point: Blank
2007-08-15 02:40:40
For the first time in this blog life, I can’t seem to write anything that matters (enough to me). :hide: But seriously, I believe I'm currently in the dichotomy of the idle and the busy. :hide again: So let me go ahead and bring on...tsaraaan… Tea Time One day soon, Khandi would ask me, “Mom, where did I get these dimply hands?” I, without a sound, would show her this picture. Wihihi. ...

Today
2007-08-15 02:39:06
Today is one of those days when beds are puffed up, when eyelids are toilsome, when hands are ready to beg and when knees are quick to bend. And when you move you are Atlas forced by Zeus. And when you speak you are Der Fuhrer the dictator: you kill, you scorn and you die in the content of your cognition. And when you stop you watch the hovering clouds an inch away from precipitation making you sweat, pant and thirst. Look away you are skittish. Bask in you drown. And when you cry you are the Town crier: you squall the orders of the King, you declare someone’s interment but you speak yours. You mourn yours. ...

Life is But a Flight
2007-08-15 02:38:05
Like finding a newly discovered zest, I am scrabbling and amassing a number of recipes in my spare time. My hands just couldn’t keep from writing as my mind keeps wandering that in a month or so, I would see my husband’s face glow in taste again. I’m no skillful cook but I can prepare “hot” meals. But ever since I gave birth, seldom did I fix meals and knickknack. Not doing so two weeks after labor you call it exhaustion. But four weeks is too long a fatigue. I don’t think it was PPD. Yet contrary to my joyous prenatal days, I was feeling weepy and emotional in my postnatal. I’ve never cried so hard and I’ve never enjoyed staring blankly at the walls so much. Let alone I was an emotional hugger-mugger of panic and helplessness. Even while nursing Khandi, I remember myself crying and feeling sorry for my baby and that I had to just keep on apologizing to her for something I can’t even put a label on. And when my parents had to leave, I cried like a baby to my mot ...

"Live Long & Prosper" his inner Dork
2007-08-15 02:37:19
I found out a few months ago when we visited a bookstore. We were going over the less than P20 book section. Not quite amused with the finds, I turned to leave. But my husband remained still. I followed his gaze to the stack of books in front of him and voila, a group of Star Trek series it is! At first, I thought to myself, this might just be a fleeting book theme diversion. He must’ve enjoyed devouring the Arthur Clarke books I have. But when he just couldn’t decide which Star Trek sequence to choose, I smelled something dorky (sic). I tried to help him but he was always saying, “I’ve already read that.” or “We (my family) already have that.” That left me kind of dolt. Then recently he asked what was on television. I shook my head and muttered that I didn’t have any more clues to give him but flying saucers and Star Trek-like. Launching himself like a projectile, he rushed to check it out and in less than a minute, returned to the room low in spirits. It wasn’t ...
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For the love of Soaps
2007-08-15 02:36:31
You may consider this as one risible coming-clean-blog antic but seriously, Maria Flordeluna has found a special breed of fans in our household. Every night at around 8pm, cell phones are ignored and alternate shouts at characters (“Tulisoka ang mata ni Mamita!”) are heard in the living room as we glue ourselves to the boob tube. And if someone would snap a picture, this is how it probably looks like: my father is splayed on the wooden sofa with my mother next to him, Jenny is stretching dinner for an hour, munching only during commercials and I am probably, while keeping an eye on the television, either carrying Khandi or freshening her up for bedtime or lulling her to sleep. Yep, Khandi is no exempt. :hide: And like a written rule, “no bathroom breaks please” as Maria Flordeluna is out to save her quite infantile world. Yet in case someone balks, punishment awaits by getting shushed in the attempt of asking what was missed and so the piteous feeble will be forced to remain ...

Awakened Network
2007-08-15 02:35:59
A few months ago, a dear old friend called up. We chatted, laughed and at some point, let the cats out of the bag. Then the subject moved on to that network that we agreed to be warm and friendly. But at the end of that tête-à-tête, those wholesome adjectives easily fizzle out. While the network was capable of bringing old and new friends, and families closer, it was also a fictile place for “lonesome” people to dwell on resulting to online trauma. As a result, a few of my chums are extra careful, choosier now in putting back the mesh. Some of them even opted for anonymity, which can be very tricky. Innovative surfers know just how not to make it last long. I feel a little sorry for what has transpired save for my father who I'm thankful for in his paranoid way of closing the lower glass louvers of our windows. I have come to appreciate privacy and what follows after it – faint entries, familiar contacts. But still, I have had my own bout of trauma in probably another form of ...

That (Gall of a) Woman
2007-08-15 02:35:29
she writes.Blood in yourmind, induced.Blind by the exploit of words in her enterprise,you'll cough out her phlegm.The stink, she speaks.Spittle in yourmouth, envenomed.Float with her uhms and enunciation,you'll maze to her race.The pity, she incarnates.Waters in youreyes, beguiled.Hop on to her strange back.Caution: No stepping back.Foryou'll never go back,You'll never go back. ------------------------------------------ I thought I only wrote this poem for myself. But now it seems that I was writing it for quite a number of people. And I hear it's shooting up. Hmm. La lang. Share ko lang. Nyorks. ...

Peyups Recall
2007-08-15 02:34:49
Five years ago, I would never have flatly denied that I was living a flat life. Everyday life was work and home and what came in between work and home was more of an aggravation rather than repose to me. It was perturbing. Then out of the blue there came a cerebration, wondrous and devil-may-care. I just had to break away from scut work’s fickleness by doing something somewhere. It just needs to be something but it needn’t have to be splendid. Probably seeing me world-weary at that time, a good friend winked and whispered the words that would soon become banned and blocked by short-sighted management-kuno engineers, “peyups.com”. That friend was already “ficklefish” and I turned “uma_wutanya”. Oh-la-la. Hihi. Up until now I don’t think there was anything contrite about it. The experience might have been fleeting but boy, was it a blast. Peyups aroused quite a number of sedated Iskolar ng Bayans. It’s arguably a cerebral spot and yet was an amusing pastime for b ...

Q & A with Khandi
2007-08-15 02:34:13
If you’re four months old and you already have two lower-front teeth and your parents can’t seem to decide whether to give you a teether you could bite on or not, what would you do: A. Smile sweetly to everyone passing by B. Chew on your bib like it’d turn into bits and piecesC. Droll on your bib until it annoys you, hoping it’d appear annoying to adults tooD. Burble your way out of it and pepper it with some adorable little shrieksE. Do all of the above Khandi’s answer: E. wihihi. ...
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Blogging You
2007-08-15 02:32:34
It was not that too long ago when I first discovered the Internet. And it’s kind of embarrassing because I was already attending college at that time. How naïf I was. And that first picture I vividly saw on screen was Rose and Jack of Titanic. :hide:Since then, Internet became a place to devour. It was through this network that I was able to customize my PC’s wallpaper with celebrity images. It was through this web of info that I got a line that Tina Arena has released quite a number of albums before Don’t Ask. And most strangely, it was through cyberspace that I found an outlet to workplace boredom, thus, the mikikikwik-iki-iki-bibis transpired.And so there was web page making. I’d say it was rearing the narcissism era. The glass surface began to get polished. I had my contribution to that. I was teaching students to make their own web pages where they have to come up with stories about themselves and upload images of themselves.Then the mirror was formed and everything was l ...
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This Day
2007-08-15 02:30:29
Happy 1st Anniversary, Josh! Boy, look at our little trophy. hihi. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Tea Time When Mark Wahlberg, producer of HBO’s Entourage, was asked who’s in his entourage now he said, “The new entourage is my girls, a nanny, a diaper bag. You’re supposed to grow up and become responsible.” Speaking of what underwear can do to a once infamous boy. Hmm. I’m beginning to like this man even more. hihi. ...

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