nerds whut
Month: October 2009
to be here oh yes
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.
– Richard Dawkins
via purplerevolt :)
in photos
Yeah I’m feelin’ lazeh.
October 23 (Friday)
Research night. Because we never get tired of each other, oh no.
I am so not drunk in this picture.
More photos here.
October 24 (Saturday)
Christening day of uber-cute Johan. I’m still waiting for Joan (proud mom) to upload the photos. God, I must have looked horrid. But what the hell. Love you Joan, your baby’s absolutely adorable. :)
P.S. Seriously Ace that was a fun ride from Makati to Bulacan. We should do that again! Hahaha.
October 25 (Sunday)
Watched this with Jaykie.
Not a fan of romantic films at all, but believe me, this is a fun watch. “Inventive” I think was the word Roger Ebert used to describe this film.
Got this early birthday gift. Howee. (Also: we were able to find an issue of The New Yorker in BookSale that went for TEN PESOS. TEN PESOS my goodness.)
Thanks, Jake. ;)
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And oh, Ms Lanot of the Graphic says they will use all of the poems from “Reportage”. It will appear in several issues. Watch out for them? Yes? :)
freeform
fragment:
me: powerful tag team – katt’s phrase
j: lol para naman tayong mambubugbog
me: or kunwari “hyper-intellectuals” ganyan
me: so I guess I have to buy a cigarette holder
me: and red lipstick
me: and a beret
j: and listen to freeform jazz
me: and talk about Camus ganyan
me: I love freeform jazz!
me: is there such a bar here?
j: hmm
j: I can ask all my friends lol
j: lol I don’t even know who that is
j: so I suppose between the two of us I’m the ditzy blonde
me: haha with the big boobs ohyeah ohyeah
what makes a writer
…in truth, I didn’t become a writer the first time I put pen to paper or when I finished my first book (easy) or my second one (hard). You see, in my view a writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, because everything she does is golden. In my view a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway. Wasn’t until that night when I was faced with all those lousy pages that I realized, really realized, what it was exactly that I am.
– Junot Diaz, author of The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
I’m working on what’s looking to me like a novel right now. (My “novels” often turn into “novellas” – I have a hard time writing long, monstrous stuff – but we’ll see.) Really struggling, but still writing. Still happy about it, but I understand the torment, Mr. Diaz. Thank you for this.
weekend!
Well, not exactly the weekend because my schedule’s weird, but whatever.
Oct. 16 – IV- 1 whut.
Dinner at Cyma (Greenbelt 2) and coffee at Trinoma with high school friends. Still sabog, still fun. :D
More pictures here.
Oct. 17 – Nice night at Serendra, na nauwi sa alay-lakad and peoplewatching.
Bummer, I didn’t know Bruce Wayne’s already dead. And a time bullet? Wha~? /end nerd
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Random: I had my ID picture taken at Waltermart for ze French class. My hair’s blue in the picture. TRUE STORY.
Some pipe or whatever exploded in the condo unit washroom. Got drenched. (Quick: think boom box, car, boys, SOAP SUDS.) Ondoy-like flood indoors whut.
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Very quickly: my new poem, “Cliffhangers”, can be found in the latest issue of the Philippines Free Press. :)
watch this
Moved me to tears. Thanks Kath R. for sharing.
Eliza Victoria 