Someone told me this: “Whenever I read your blog entries, I sense that something’s missing”.
I replied: “What? Punctuation? Mali sa grammar?”
She replied: “Hindi. Parang emotions. Parang walang emotions.”
Pause. This pause that’s as long as the time it takes for nature to shape a tumbleweed.
I replied: “Hmmm….”
Someone addressed me in an email this way: “Hello, stranger.”
Months back, someone addressed me in an SMS as “Hey, stranger, blah, blah.”
I admire hackers. I actually find what they’re doing sexy. Credit this to my fascination with the movie, Hackers, featuring the very sexy Angelina Jolie in her younger years. I cite hacking here because my evagubat.com blog was hacked. Don’t asked me when it happened since I haven’t visited that blog for almost a month now. I’m pissed because I am inconvenienced, but I am slightly tickled and thrilled to think that someone with too much time on his or her hands “chose” my not-so-important-in-the-larger-scheme-of-things blog to practice his or her skills on and to use my site’s proxy. Up yours and applause for you, you motherfucker.
Conversations between myself and a friend
Friend: You should watch Belle du Jour.
Me: Why should I watch a movie about a planner?
Friend: It’s not about a planner… It’s about a… (proceeds to Googling its synopsis)
Me: I still don’t see why I should watch a movie ABOUT A PLANNER.
Friend: It’s not about a planner. It has Amy Winehouse’s songs.
Me: Sold. Let’s watch it.
Friend: You have to download it.
Me: Wow, ako pa magdadownload.
Moral of the story: It’s how you market that makes a world of a difference.
I am part of an academic subject taught by a brilliant yet “terror” teacher.
She told us about her conversations with engineers and scientists. They were talking about the “value” of their work. Engineers told her that one mistake in engineering calculations for bridge installation endangers lives. One wrong calculation and people can die. She replied, “Writers humanize generations. What use are bridges if there is no spark within?” At that point, I did not think of myself as an aspiring poet, as someone who has the heavy mission of “humanizing” generations. I myself need humanizing, for one. Her story made me think of authors I revere. And at that instance, “something startled in me”.
Funny this life, my life. Tickles me to no end.