Screwed.
Yup, I'm screwed. My external hard drive went kaput. EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING IS GONE. MUSIC . PICTURES. MOVIES. DOCUMENTS. MUSIC. PICTURES . MOVIES. ALL GONE. Did I just say I'm screwed? Fuckin' screwed.
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Of Pen and Paper. Part II.
She wrote back! Rita wrote back!!!! It just arrived this afternoon and when I got home from work at around 9pm it was displayed prominently on our mail table. I opened it immediately and started reading. I mailed my letter the day after I wrote my Of Pen and Paper entry . The date on her letter said March 5, 2007, so it took my letter more than a month to reach her. She said 'it has been a long time since I last wrote you. But it doesn't mean that I forgot you. I'm very joyful about your letter.' Parang gusto kong umiyak nung pagkabasa ko 'yun. She also sent a picture. Sorry, it's blurry because my scanner is busted so I had to use my phone to take the pic. The little boy beside Argo, her dog (who is 7 dog-years old now), is Karlis (her son! Ang gwapo!) who just turned 4 last January 11. Her mom and dad have retired enjoying their 4 grandchildren. Rita passed her medical exam and she's now working as a nurse in P. Stradiva Hospital in their Neurovasculary a...
A year after saying goodbye...
Yes, I'm still in love. Dammit. *drives a stake through heart* *sigh* Gusto ko nang dumating yung araw na iisipin ko na lang ---- "What the fuck was I thinking?!" That'll be the day. For now, I still love him. And it's killing me.
Of Pen and Paper.
I had free time over the weekend so I decided to clean up my desk drawers. As I was sorting through the countless receipts, meaningless post-it notes, and funny-smelling stationaries I've collected since I was in grade school, I came upon Rita's last letter which I haven't been able to reply to. Just to make things clear: Rita was, well, is my Latvian pen pal. Yes, PEN PAL. Haha. It all began during my last year in high school. On our first week of classes Mr dela Vega, our beloved World History professor, told us we had to write to someone from another country and have them give us first-hand information about their culture, history and traditions. No relatives: Canada and the US were not included. Filipinos in any country do not count. [This was a time e-mail was not option, the internet available to businesses and was altogether unheard of at that time]. You could just imagine our horror at was he was asking us to do. But our grade depended on this, so a week into the a...
Trip.
Dec 29 '06. Friday, 2:19pm. Tired from harassing myself to finish my quota for the week, I gratefully sat on a vacant bench on the bus and proceeded to listen to my pod. I go to my Chill Out playlist and once the music starts I close my eyes and take myself on a ride I'm all too familiar with. My mind processes the events which made me cry and left me with no sleep. I cringe at my feeble and cowardly attempt to profess my affection and a sigh escapes from my lips at the thought of getting no reaction whatsoever. Regret tries to enter with its ugly lengthy horns, but I close my mind to regret. If it hurt, it was probably worth it. Flashes of Nitro IB pics, okrayan with Markie and Jamie, coaching session with my agents, 45-minute yosi breaks in Starbucks Valero, counseling sessions with Cha Ems, Astoria drinking nights. My mind then scans through the QA room nightshift quartet (Vince, Jenny, Fats, Me): I remember the night when Fats went on leave. In an attempt to have Fats brin...
Empty Room.
This Buffy quote. "Passion, it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us, passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments: the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace, but we would be hollow--empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead." Will be leaving for Baguio in a few hours. May this short respite rekindle any passion left within.