[ Sat, April 28 ]
had my braces adjusted for the 1st time today. eeep.
since I was in the area, i dropped by the sunken garden in UP today for some long-overdue mot-mot (a.k.a. 'emote-emote') time. time to embrace the loner in me. curling up my mp3 player and a tub of ice cream, i soaked in the chaos and serenity that was UP. soccer to the left, kites to the right, frisbees all over the place --- it was THE soothing alternative to tv. i should do this more often.
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[ Sun, April 29 ]
got to (finally) watch Mines' recital (dapat lang, gra-graduate na si mines!). mines, di ko alam kung bakit pa ako nagugulat, pero you were phenomenal! you're one of the rare gems that deserve all the gifts God has given you. :)
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it's the commuter's curse: the (sometimes unwanted) gift of time to zone out and reflect.
what's worse, poring over a question that you know will never get resolved, or not even having the capacity to ponder at all?
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i don't know how i magically converted to a certified homebody. some days, it's really an effort to drag myself out of the house in hope of creating some semblance of a life. dang.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
top 10 great things about boracay
1.) Getting to leave your laptop behind, and shutting your phone for 4 days. Enough said.
2.) The beach, of course. It was like one giant pool, all for the taking. Bahala nang ma-nognog.
3.) Jetskis. Talk about 'road' rage! It was one hell of a driving lesson... can't wait til the next time!
4.) Parasailing. Flight's a beautiful thing. Far from the adrenaline rush I thought it would be, it was relaxing, sedating even. The world's literally at your feet.
5.) Escapism heaven. As I write this, I'm lying on a lounge by the beach, sipping my watermelon cooler, with Jack Johnson in my ear. Need I ask for more?
6.) The parties. Whether it's trance, reggae or simply chill out tunes, Boracay would not be without its shindigs.
7.) Shopping havens. It was just like Greenbelt, only sand was at your feet and everyone's in bikinis.
8.) And speaking of swimwear, the bods. No matter what they say, Boracay is indeed full of beautiful people. It's 300 all over again.
9.) The Boracay stories. These are the souvenirs you can't buy, from the Swirly Bits, the Sand Slumber & the All-Night Laugh-o-Rama. Of course, dear friends, what happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay.
10.) Getting to have it all with your friends. Of course, you can have your fill of the beach, water sports, & parties, but cliche as it might seem, all is meaningless without people to enjoy it with. Thanks to our marvelous PMs, She & Nic for pulling off this long-needed getaway. Although I can't thank you enough, thanks everyone for making this memorable, for making me forget every worry, for just being there. Sa uulitin. :)
2.) The beach, of course. It was like one giant pool, all for the taking. Bahala nang ma-nognog.
3.) Jetskis. Talk about 'road' rage! It was one hell of a driving lesson... can't wait til the next time!
4.) Parasailing. Flight's a beautiful thing. Far from the adrenaline rush I thought it would be, it was relaxing, sedating even. The world's literally at your feet.
5.) Escapism heaven. As I write this, I'm lying on a lounge by the beach, sipping my watermelon cooler, with Jack Johnson in my ear. Need I ask for more?
6.) The parties. Whether it's trance, reggae or simply chill out tunes, Boracay would not be without its shindigs.
7.) Shopping havens. It was just like Greenbelt, only sand was at your feet and everyone's in bikinis.
8.) And speaking of swimwear, the bods. No matter what they say, Boracay is indeed full of beautiful people. It's 300 all over again.
9.) The Boracay stories. These are the souvenirs you can't buy, from the Swirly Bits, the Sand Slumber & the All-Night Laugh-o-Rama. Of course, dear friends, what happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay.
10.) Getting to have it all with your friends. Of course, you can have your fill of the beach, water sports, & parties, but cliche as it might seem, all is meaningless without people to enjoy it with. Thanks to our marvelous PMs, She & Nic for pulling off this long-needed getaway. Although I can't thank you enough, thanks everyone for making this memorable, for making me forget every worry, for just being there. Sa uulitin. :)
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
words, woorden, palabras
whenever i could, i usually hitch a ride home from my cousin. our carpool conversations would usually start with his rants about work, then with my rants about work (or raves -- yes, i do have raves, so sue me). Then a few other random thoughts and debates follow, which usually die down with us singing along with whatever track is playing.
the topic of genres came up, and then my cousin asked me where the word came from. why is it pronounced 'dyan-ra'? is it French? i just replied that it's probably the same explanation for fillet.
i remember a time way back when i was so fixated on learning how kiddos learned to speak. how the hell does a squeaking person learn to enunciate, let alone comprehend what a series of sound means? who invented words? when our ancestors learned to tap their brains, how did they know that a 'rock' is a 'rock' and not, well, a 'genre'? (oh well, rock is a genre, but i digress.)
i remember being so fascinated that i tried to observe my niece as an infant. then i blinked (for some months) and missed the moment. oh well.
now, these things, i could do for work. why didn't i think of being an etymologist as a child? (grr, you job charts, you. is it so hard to squeeze in 'etymologist' between 'doctor' and 'farmer'?) i mean, i used to devour words. i remember looking up strange words in the dictionary and writing them down in alphabetically-indexed cue cards to expand my vocabulary (God, should I stop now before I doom myself to the further depths of nerd-dom? i should be right about the 4th bolgia now.) it's a thrill just knowing the wealth of insight, culture and insinuations behind the words we just take for granted daily.
programming, i could do as a sideline. haha. oh well, who ever said that a person is destined for only one career?
the topic of genres came up, and then my cousin asked me where the word came from. why is it pronounced 'dyan-ra'? is it French? i just replied that it's probably the same explanation for fillet.
i remember a time way back when i was so fixated on learning how kiddos learned to speak. how the hell does a squeaking person learn to enunciate, let alone comprehend what a series of sound means? who invented words? when our ancestors learned to tap their brains, how did they know that a 'rock' is a 'rock' and not, well, a 'genre'? (oh well, rock is a genre, but i digress.)
i remember being so fascinated that i tried to observe my niece as an infant. then i blinked (for some months) and missed the moment. oh well.
now, these things, i could do for work. why didn't i think of being an etymologist as a child? (grr, you job charts, you. is it so hard to squeeze in 'etymologist' between 'doctor' and 'farmer'?) i mean, i used to devour words. i remember looking up strange words in the dictionary and writing them down in alphabetically-indexed cue cards to expand my vocabulary (God, should I stop now before I doom myself to the further depths of nerd-dom? i should be right about the 4th bolgia now.) it's a thrill just knowing the wealth of insight, culture and insinuations behind the words we just take for granted daily.
programming, i could do as a sideline. haha. oh well, who ever said that a person is destined for only one career?
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