“I wish there could have been an invention that bottled up a memory, like perfume, and it never faded, never got stale. Then whenever I wanted to, I could uncork that bottle and live the memory all over again.” from Rebecca by Daphne DuMaurier
p.s. after this summer i found out there is such a thing. its called a pensieve 🙂
moving the randomness to:
“my last name is fernandez.”
“how do you spell that?”
“you and i both? isnt that like you’re song?”
“this is you and i both..for nomie.”
“WHAT!?! you can’t write this stuff!”
THE CALL OF ORIGINS.
THE CALL OF HISTORY.
There’s a reason why you are called to go deeper and away from this
moment’s worries about productivity and efficiency.
There’s a reason why you are called to remember and be alone with your
tears and sorrow over what is recalled or what can no longer be accessed no
matter how much you try.
There’s a reason why you must continue to be burdened by the weight of a
History that is not yet undone and continues to wreak havoc.
There’s a reason why you must continue to give permission to your solitary
journey of rediscovery and meaning-making.
Never mind that you are not able to write about this now. It is being written
in your body.
The love will sustain you.
(Babaylan: Filipinos and The Call of the Indigenous, pg, vii)
thanks for the support guys:
“my birthday wish is for nowie to eat tonight!” -jordan
“imma sneak crab chunks into your lemonade” -jun
“i went from gangster to dancer” -ariel
“i don’t think i’d fat there” -dianne
(bien coughs) “okay, thats enough for today.” -marianne
(little kid sitting at the desk) “and then space bar..and then that’s where you put poker face.”
“Romance is the fiction that owes no allegiance to the God of things as they are.In the novel the writer’s thought is tethered to probability, but in romance it ranges at will over the entire region of the imagination.”-Ambrose Bierce
“Everything in the universe flows. You can’t get ahold of water by clinching it. Let your hand relax , and you can experience it.” – Dr. Wayne Dyer
random thoughts ..from chasing liberty haha
-i wanna make a sticker and stick it on new places i travel and anything i see worth “highlighting”..consider it my personal trendy post it note
– i want to get lost in europe. take a train and not know the final destination. meet new people. only bring a backpack. being that im a complete “J” (check on it meyers brigs) and that this sounds like the beginning of a horror movie – this probably wont happen .. but it will 🙂
seriously..this much cuteness shouldnt be allowed !!
more nom nom from the past
[written as a comment on a previous blog from 10.19.06]
jason magabo perez said…
Sometimes I wrap myself in a malong and sing Harana until I fall asleep. I use too many napkins and I leave the water running until it gets hot. Somehow our grief in all of this is the process of learning. Like you said, School gets in the way of our education. I say, School is a business, especially in this market-driven country. There is something in your observation. There is something in your longing for the Motherland. This is not emptiness. To do what you love for the people you love, you know that physical presence is not necessary. Spiritual intention / prayer / meditation is powerful. I remember sitting in a small indigenous treehouse with a sacrificed pig and chanting shamans. I remember being knee-deep in the mud of rice terraces and feeling smaller than the rice itself. You say you miss the people. You feel them. They are there. You are not “away” from them. In Imagine, one of the characters says, “The struggle is the struggle of memory against forgetting.” And remember what Miguel said? He just hopes he can continue to tell their stories. Tell them, sister, tell them. A good friend once wrote that she couldn’t seem to make the music loud enough to eat it. I’d say it seems loud right about now. God bless the food.
“You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren’t. You take the action, and the insight follows: You don’t think your way into becoming yourself.” – Anne Lamott
pinas sept 2009
naw man, eating balut alone is like drinking alone – you just don’t do it.
“do you go to the hospital for every single cut? no i didnt think so.” -ed
“wow man, did you wake up today and think, ‘i’m gonna lose at everything today..’ ” – rene
“i refuse to call them s-q-u-a-t-t-e-r-s..because they can not be that in their own land.” -freddie aguilar
“We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield!” – Pat Benatar as quoted in 13 going on 30 ha.
Through color and contrast, Flores addresses those parts of our selves that seek to hide behind the protective mask of acceptance while our inner demons claw at us from the inside. ‘There is a constant war being waged in the fight for balance,’ says Flores, ‘to determine which side of us, good or bad, will win out in any given moment.’ Yet despite the eternal conflict, Flores never hesitates to remind us of the potential for beauty to shine through – even in our darkest hours.
“Color is a means of exerting direct influence on the soul. Color is the keyboard. The eye is the hammer. The soul is the piano, with it’s many strings. The artist is the hand that plays touching each key purposely to touch the soul.” Vasily Kandisnky on the impact of color and it’s association with music.
“When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries of life disappear and life stands explained.” -Mark Twain
(trying to find parking in the City & a woman is crossing the street )
andre: “okay crack head let’s move a little faster”
me: “dude! THATS HELLA MEAN!”
andre: “okay i’m sorry. sweet turtle dove can you please move a little faster?”
mom: “she’s not gonna ask me for my id?”
dad: “maybe for a discount!” (insert high five to dad)
” we can go out on Sunday…when Jesus has risen from the dead!” -sheryl
” i’m old school…i send emails.” -jason
“Love yourself. You deserve it.” -jeff
” i have dealt with Twilight haters before! We should just summarize it and put inon the fridge for all men to know Edwardlike characteristics!” -ate che
” i don’t think…cuz if you do..you’ll crumble.” -ate cris
my friends on the 15: “omg. this road is never ending!”
my parents on the 15: “wow! it’s so beautiful! it’s like a painting.”
“lift as you climb” heidi
(to erika) “Did you need a new menorah?”
(dunn) “Ok. Just checking..”
“i was holding you up while you danced .. i was like your flying butress” sheryl
(in distress) “my glasses keep falling.”
(in a quick matter of fact way) “it’s cuz your glasses are so thick!!” -dianne
“you can’t confuse your emotions, with your being”
“some people keep doing the same things but expect a different outcome – that’s what you call insanity.”
“God wants me to tell you that He has a plan for you..and that if you focus on Him and not on where you’re at, then He’ll bring you to where you need to be.” -frances