September 2009
28 posts
“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more...”
– John Steinbeck, from “Of Mice and Men”
Leaving Home
The very first time I tried to leave home was when I was only about four years old. My dad had scolded me for something I did. (I think I fought with my sister.) I was very upset because my dad was angry with me and not my sister. I was in tears and feeling very melodramatic about it. I thought perhaps he didn’t love me anymore, and he loved my sister more. So I thought of leaving home. And...
Faith
is a comforting thing. you can lose everything, but thankfully, you can still hold on to your faith. i remember watching tv one late night with A, i think it was ‘emergency’ on channel 7. the topic was faith healers. the sociologist they interviewed said that filipinos have this tendency to always concede their fortune and lives to a higher being—to saints and to God,...
“can move their earth
must house their fire
be water to their song
will their...”
– Marjorie Evasco, “Dreamweavers”
Why is it that Filipinos love to benchmark? Does it speak of our incapacity for being original? “The next Vilma Santos”, “The Nora Aunor of her generation”, “The junior Piolo Pascual”…With all due respect to the creators of these campaigns, “I am Ninoy” and “I will be Cory”, I think I can do more by saying “I will be MYSELF...
“The glass has been falling all the afternoon,
And knowing better than the...”
– Adrienne Rich, “Storm Warnings”
Waiting for Anton
I don’t know if i should even be blogging about this, on account of my husband, who occasionally reads my blogs. He’s never said anything, but I suspect he feels sometimes I let in people too much in the goings on in my life.
Anyway, today we finally made the belly cast. It took 12 yards of fast-setting plaster of paris bandage (brand name Plastrona—which is really good,...
“I say unto you: One must still have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing...”
– F. Nietzsche
“Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness,...”
– Kevyn Aucoin
“A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents!
As if cycles and...”
– from THE BLACK ART by Anne Sexton