Thursday, September 30, 2004

Kumara, Moku, Utu

I'm in love.

The place is called Aotearoa, the Land of the Long White Cloud. It costs around Php 20,000 to fly there, and another Php 20,000 to fly back, stopovers at Malaysia, Singapore, or Hong Kong. People there drive on the left side of the road, and they have an MP who used to be a man.

My friend's going there for a two-week vacation.

Damn.

She has cousins in Auckland.

Damn.

I learned about New Zealand while watching Xena: Warrior Princess. I wanted to watch Lord of the Rings just because it was shot in New Zealand. Maybe with just a few more New Zealand travel guidebooks, I can sell my own New Zealand travel package.

All I need is a plane ticket.

Now let me tell you. I'm not just in love with the place, not in the way people love the Caribbean or Paris.
I'm in love with their culture too -- the strangeness of it, the uniqueness of it.


Posted by Hello

A year ago, I watched this movie that almost made me cry.
I said almost.

It was called Whale Rider, based on a children's book of the same name by Witi Ihimaera. Ok, based on a book for young adults, since the story contained words such as "cigarette," "divorce," and "I am not afraid to die."
And it almost made me cry.

It was about an eight-year-old girl's love for her family, her destiny, and the survival of her tribe.
And whales committing suicide.

Sniff.
(insert emoticon here)

POP QUIZ: A makomako __________.
a. is probably an animal
b. is sort of a jewelry
c. sounds like one of those kitchen products on Home TV Shopping
d. both a and c

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Saturday, September 18, 2004

Breast pump.


Never fails to perk up a rotten day. Posted by Hello


Now you do realize that I’ll have to kill you.

Run.


SMS.

Me: Hi. Can I go have lunch with Halina & co. at Greenbelt?
They’re leaving at 11:15.
My boss: Ok. Please open my PC and download my mail.
Me: Ok. Thanks, mom.
My boss: Cool. You have money, kid?
Me: I got money from the pot. Tita Meanne’s going with us.
Hm…no need for money na pala.

Nice to feel domesticated at the workplace.

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Monday, September 13, 2004

After 10 days.

My last entry still holds true.

Don't mind me.
It's probably just PMS.

But I am so damn mad at the world right now, I wish I could just tear it to pieces, and feed them to a chinchilla.
Yes, Tony. You're not alone.

I haven't made a single decent artwork since July. And I haven't touched my new sketch pad since mid-July.

I haven't written a single short story since October of last year.

My beach vacation is pending, yet expired.
Oxymorons. They're just so useful.

I once had a college professor who wanted to commit suicide. But she was burdened by the fact that people had to clean up her remains. "Wouldn't it be nice if I could just seal myself up in a plastic bag and let the basurero pick me up?" she said.
I wonder where she is now. I wonder if she was able to finish her M.A.

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Friday, September 03, 2004

I have met the Alien Queen and her name is not Karen.

She goes to church and says “Amen.” She thinks she’s a saint.
We’re all sinners.

She calls my father “Satan” and brands him “poison.” She trots away and sings “Hallelujah.”

She says she’s from America. She doesn’t flush her own shit.
Well, damn. The Queen of England carries her own umbrella.

She stayed in California for two decades. She sits in a chair and reads the Bible everyday.

She thinks she’s a victim. Of malice and injustice and greed.
We’re all torch bearers of Nazi propaganda.

Like all mental patients, she thinks everybody else is insane.

It all boils down to one question:
Where’s my money?

We didn’t start the fire. Neither did she.

Her sister did.

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