Soft and Warm

April 24, 2009

It was a Wednesday. I usually like Wednesdays because it signals the middle of the week, and that’s when things start to really happen before the end, the dreadfully boring Sunday. I have an affinity with Wednesdays—but I didn’t like this one. It was rainy and dreary and I was wearing an outfit that made me look fat. 

 

I was on my way to Ortigas for a job interview. I left early for the 3 PM appointment but I somehow managed to get stuck in Cavite for one and a half hours and then in EDSA for almost two hours. The bus was crawling at a snail’s pace. The rain was falling harder. Everyone was getting bleaker. It was a bad Wednesday to be out of the house, to be anywhere outside your comfort zone.

 

When I got down at Megamall, all the cabs that passed me by were taken. I was terribly late for my interview so I decided to walk to the building. It was a long, fifteen-minute walk. My Vans were getting soggier with every step I take and I felt my legs numbing down, for which my severe lack of physical activity can be blamed. I was hurrying to meet someone before the interview and he is a rather impatient and busy man.

 

I was near. I saw him behind the glass walls of the tea shop. As I sat down beside him, I felt soft relief and warm happiness course through me. This is where it all began.

Stariray

April 19, 2009

do you want to sound like a star
that twinkles soundlessly while everyone is asleep?

 

 

The future is born

April 17, 2009

I was so pissed off yesterday. I don’t like to attend ceremonies in general since I find them too rigid and too impersonal to be worth my time. I don’t want to go to anywhere that involves a lot of speeches and a lot of marching, scratchy gowns and barongs, melting makeup. I just wanted to stay at home and be handed my diploma. This is why I was snapping at my mom like a brat who was denied her cheesecake, refusing to take pictures that should have been with me for the rest of my life, and generally being nasty to everyone. I am such a terrible graduate.

 

And so, what I felt yesterday was…mostly nothing. Well, okay, I teared up a little but not in the usual parts. It was when the professors  of our college started to march down the aisle. They looked so happy and proud of us, us who are the fruit of four years of their severely underpaid labor. These are the people who contributed heavily to who I am now—and I won’t see them again. Maybe I will, but all I would probably do then is nod. 

 

Congratulations to the professors who have just given birth to the future. I bet all of you have terribly unflattering figurative stretch marks by now.

Toopy and the Dead Bird

April 1, 2009

This is the second part of a series of videos involving one of my dogs, Toopy. I like taking videos of my dogs whenever they do something interesting, like catching popcorn in midair—which, by the way, is coming soon. I also have a video of Toopy eating with her paws used like hands (minus the opposable thumbs). 

 

Anyway, the first part is called Toopy and the Attack of the Giant Tree Branch. It’s on Vimeo so I can’t embed it here, si just click the link to see it.