THE PALANCA IN MY MIND

I thought this would be the year I'd be crazy and gutsy enough to join. Today's the deadline and I have nothing to show. Well, I could submit what I have here but they're too stale and... pweh.

And so we go back to the eternal proclamation: there's always next year.

OLD PICTURES

My highschool friends and I have been digging photos from the past <3 So I might as well post some of them here. These photos were taken during my 18th birthday. I invited friends for a little get together but little did I know that they prepared something for me! Suddenly they asked me to sit down and Mel covered my eyes and the next thing I knew I had the entire debut shebang - from the 18 roses to the 18 candles to dance and song presentations! It was so much fun. It was my bestfriend Guia who spearheaded it. I remember saying to myself that night, I have the best family and the sweetest friends in the world :)

OOH, A REVIEW

Manila Bulletin came out with a review of our book. Here's the bit where the writer talked about my story:

"Sam Echavez’ “A Secret Affair with Basti Artadi” definitely requires the reader to suspend disbelief. This story may well have been the most farfetched one in the whole anthology, even more farfetched than those about ghosts and encantos, as it is about a person who lives and breathes even to this day. Although the story follows a logical sequence, it is still considered fantastic as it reflects how a fan imagines her idol, as well as how she imagines herself meeting him. It is still ultimately fantasy and fiction as it is possible for these ordinary events to exist, but they simply don’t exist. Another noteworthy element of this story is that it can be categorized as fan fiction and is one of the first, if not the pioneer, to actually come out on print."

:)

THIS SUNDAY

The sun was already up when my friends and I left the resort. Rache suggested breakfast but everyone was just too tired, though I made a quick stopover at Jollibee for pancakes (sans butter and syrup.) Went to church, thanked God for another one-for-the-books night with the NigiNigis, my HS friends. Got home at 7AM. Slept at 8, woke up at 12nn to head to Reagan's house for lunch. Left at 3pm, bought some stuff from the supermarket, got here at 4pm and sweet mother potato, did I just want to go back to sleep.

Currently fighting the urge to snooze because there's the mile-long interview that I have to transcribe.

Pointless entry but if I want to be faithful to my promise to blog religiously, then I might as well pepper this site with nonsense, wala lang ramblings. Including surveys, like this one from Armi:


1. I've come to realize that my shoes:
Are ALL high-heeled :D

2. I've come to realize that when I talk:
Sometimes, I stammer, or stutter, or I just don’t make sense at all. There are times I’d be talking and finding myself thinking of other things, therefore zoning out – but I’d eventually realize this then snap back to my original train of thought. It’s not that I’m not paying attention, okay, sometimes I just can’t help it :(

3. I've come to realize that, when I love someone:
There’s a frightening intensity to it.

4. I've come to realize that I need:
- to reduce my caffeine intake. Immediately after downing too much coke and coffee during last night’s party, I threw up, which was probably caused by this thing called acid reflux.

5. I've come to realize that I've lost:
- my talent/ability to withstand, and even appreciate, metal music. I’m talking about Slayer, Sepultura, Slipknot kind of metal here. Hay, old age, what have you done?

6. I've come to realize that I hate it when:
- I don’t get to write something that is remotely creative

7. I've come to realize that if I'm drunk:
- I pee inside strangers' houses. Haha. So my friends say.

8. I've come to realize that money:
- should not be taken THAT seriously

9. I've come to realize that people:
- are affectionate, kind. And it doesn’t take a supernatural force/magnanimous deed to find out that they really are.

10. I've come to realize that I'll always:
- sacrifice for my family

11. I've come to realize that I have a crush on:
- PIOLO PASCUAL. Second to Basti Artadi.

12. I've come to realize that the last time I cried was:
- when I read my boss’ farewell note to my friend. Immensely did it touch me.

13. I've come to realize that my cell phone is:
- outdated, but it’s okay

14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning:
- This is funny. I woke up, with someone attempting to get the pillow squeezed between my legs (I had it as a “tanday,” I don’t know the English term). It was actually Rache (or was it Paulo?) carefully removing the pillow so they could hand it to this other guest who didn’t have one. Hihi.

15. I've come to realize that when I get on friendster:
Hmm..no significant realizations here

16. I've come to realize that right now I am thinking about:
- how it would be great to have burger at this very minute

17. I've come to realize that babies:
- are the loveliest and I want to have one myself in the next few years

18. I've come to realize that yesterday:
I was on my way to becoming a better bowler! Played bowling with my highschool friends and while my team lost, I contributed decent scores naman :) Can’t wait for the rematch!

19. I've come to realize that today I will be:
disciplined enough to keep myself away from the Internet (riiight) and concentrate on the task at hand (it's a Sunday, why the heck am I mulling over work? Well this counts as raket, but still...)

20. I've come to realize that tonight I will:
- spend another great, laugh-out-loud time with my parents and brothers

21. I've come to realize that tomorrow will:
- be another work day and I will try my darndest to come earlier than eleven AM

22. I've come to realize that I really want to:
go to Kathmandu!

RANDOM

I named my iPod Louise Glück because she's my fave poet as of the moment. Must have a copy of The Wild Iris.

Too much work reserved for this weekend, sigh. But before that, a bowling tournament (my friends are on their way to pick me up for this) and Donnie's graduation party!

Eros
by Louise Gluck

I had drawn my chair to the hotel window, to watch the rain.

I was in a kind of dream, or trance --
in love, and yet
I wanted nothing.

It seemed unnecessary to touch you, to see you again.
I wanted only this:the room, the hair, the sound of the rain falling,
hour after hour, in the warmth of the spring night.

I needed nothing more; I was utterly sated.
My heart had become very small; it took very little to fill it.
I watched the rain falling in heavy sheets over the darkened city --

You were not concerned. I did the things
one does in daylight, I acquitted myself,
but I moved like a sleepwalker.

It was enough and it no longer involved you.
A few days in a strange city.
A conversation, the touch of a hand.
And afterward, I took off my wedding ring.

That was what I wanted: to be naked.

.....

HERE WE GO AGAIN

Just last January, I put up hercrookedlittleheart.blogspot.com and promised I'd go back to blogging on a daily basis. Would've stuck to my promise, but I got tired of the URL because really, who says my heart is crooked and little? HEH. So typical of me to borrow someone else's lines and pretend that they do apply to me. Not to say that this Sylvia Plath poem ("Mad Girl's Love Song) reflects my current state of heart, though. Please. I just happen to like the line "stars go waltzing" oh so very much.

(Took me a whole day to settle for this URL, would you believe? Took me all night to finish sprucing up this site, too. Eventually, I'd like to relearn webdesign basics - you know, get myself a colorful scrollbar and put pretty images all over the page.)

Anyway. So yeah. Hello again :)

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