shungak kami

I've come across a very interesting concept in a book of short stories / essays that is my current bedside staple.

We are all familiar with choreography - a series of organized, successive steps performed by the body, set in timing with music.

But it is quite interesting to see how life is a dance.

All our rituals and banalities, our responses, our smiles, our tears, the speed in which we talk, the activity of daily life... It is all part of the dance.

Everything has a rhythm.

And we all dance to the music of time.

Whether yours is fast or slow, smooth and natural or just a little bit awkward, inside a small room or out in a grand stage: revel in the dance that is your life!

Move freely from one step to the next. Sway to the beat of your own music. Tap your feet. Don't be afraid to take a dip. Own those moments with your "partner" and be one. Bask in the glory in the numbers where you are the lead with a whole group of "back-ups" following your shining star. And continue, even while you are alone when no one is watching.

Everything is rhythm.

Everything is beauty, love, and bliss.

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In "The Golden Compass," people have their very own demons.

A demon is an animal that is linked to its owner. More than the usual pet, it can talk and feel--acting as a real friend. And it even reflects the qualities of its owner. It is portrayed like the "soul" of the person in that parallel universe.

Nicole Kidman's sleek and coy character Marisa Coulter has a cat. Lord Asriel (as played by Daniel Craig), the alpha male courageous "uncle" takes care of a tiger alter ego. One of the greedy financiers walks around with a snake draped over his shoulders. The demon of lead little girl Lyra Belacqua, played by the adorable Dakota Blue Richards, was still changing forms as its master was still grappling to establish her identity.

I guess it would be cool to have your own demon!

And if I can have one... here are my preferences:

PEACOCK: unconventional, colorful, striking, definitely fashionable. hehe..

Its feathers are like artwork. The peacock stands tall in beauty and grace.

DUCK / SWAN: paddling hard underneath but remains composed, strong, and serene on the surface

LION: Oh yeah, the King of the Jungle! * roar*

Strong, regal, noble, a good leader, passionate...

But don't you get him mad!

How about you guys? What's your demon?

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P.S. At least the fascinating aspect of demons attached to humans gave me a bit of a reason not to regret the money I spent to catch this film.

Super bitin!!! Parang ewan talaga!!! It was set-up for a trilogy, but unfortunately the makers forgot to make the original movie worth watching.

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helows kids.
i just came from makati med where tito bob, mitz's dad, tried to clean the disgusting wound that's growing in my butt. hi hi hi.

i don't know what it is. tito bob calls it an "infected, ruptured, sebaceaus (sp?) cyst", my auntie and dad called it a "boil", but trust the maid to be blunt and exclaim "ay! hala...pigsa yan!" huhuhu. ang sakit ng pwet ko. it's clean na now and tito bob took the pus out - dyahe grabe. hahaha na medyo hihihi rin kasi nakakatawa pero sa totoo lang nanliliit ako sa hiya.

i was doubtful about going makati med but my desire to lead a normal life - drama na to. bakit ba?, was greater. i can't sit, sleep or eat a decent meal. naka dapa ako the whole day.

the pain's kinda gone now and i can sit down properly - i just have to find that perfect position. pero gulay bigla naman akong nilagnat ngayon. mama says it's the trauma and the pain daw, pucha dude and sakeet habang linilinis 'my ass' ~ para konyo pa rin kasi sobrang ang jologs nitong post ko na to. hygienic naman ako ah!! (granted i'm not too confident with how i spelled hygienic... pero still!) feeling ko tuloy batang kalye ako na naglalaro ng patintero sabay punas ng uhog sa kwelyo ng damit ko.

anyway, so there goes my tragic battle with the disgusting thing growing in my ass. why the need to share? because i can and parang siyang joke di ba? sobrang lupet na joke.

i have to wait for the wound to dry out tapos go back to makati med on tuesday para ma finalize na ung operation. i'm scaresome and nginig with fear and the thought of even more pain, oh lord.
o sige ang init ko na. lagnat to the max na to. ang hapdi na ng mata ko.

hi tin! siya lang ma-hi ko kasi siya lang alam ko na like me is trying to keep the flame going. wehehe. mag post nga kayo!
:)

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i hear you, jing. :)

anyway, jing is right. the med mission rocked. sama naman kayo next time! i also got to do pap smear. and pertaining to the "very sensitive operation down there" that jing mentioned i participated in, i had to squeeze out pus and estimate how much was coming out. agh agh agh.

don't let people fool you into that whole image of giving birth being so peachy. they're liars. when they say it's "the miracle of birth," you had better believe it's a miracle--a miracle a baby came out of such an f--ing small hole. i love kids and everything, but i cannot get that bloody image out of my mind. and it doesn't even stop there--oh no. after the birth, you still have to get stitched up before you can hold your baby.

but after... oh yeah, the babies are soooo cute. they're little darlings. by the way, kidlets--where are our pics???

anyway, tonight, i just applied to a few companies. ah... the wonders of technology. the direction my life is going is so hazy that it's giving me a headache. there seem to be so many ways to do things and i don't know which to pick. crap.

by the way, jing, mitz and i are starting a business. so friends, please be our customers. haha.

ok. your turn.
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Hey kids, just trying to keep the spirit alive!!! Nagbabasa pa ba kayo dito? Howels. I'll continue right on even if it means talking to air. What's up kids? How's life treating you after grad? Have you all become yuppies? Are y'all actively seeking employment? Is anybody getting married? Pregnant? Save for mitz and tin, I know nothing about your sweet, precious lives. That is of course besides from the occasional chismis that your blogs offer or the second-hand 'sabi niya ano e…', 'ang alam ko sabi niya daw…" blahblahblah. Anyway, let this be an opportunity for me to unselfishly unload details about my sadsad life, all for the sake of virtual sharing and bonding.
Those empty days after graduation were filled with shopping trips and bum afternoons spent with tin as we counted the days til pandan and boracay. The med mission was an amazing experience. Cannot stress that enough. My two angels (naks) were with me through out the whole experience and dude, that was some experience. I assisted doctor damaso in surgery - who I kept calling padre damaso during the operation because well because, you know why. I helped him in taking out a cyst from a lady's right boob. The surgery was done under local anesthesia and it was a shock for me that that the patient wasn't screaming in bloody pain. I was gassy the entire time. Tin and I also helped out in the ob-gyn department. I have never seen so many vaginas in a three-day-span. Our list went beyond a hundred patients. I performed a pap smear and tin assisted a very sensitive operation downthere. Vagina monologues is weak compared to that experience. I can now say that I shall never fear a masectomy and a doctor peering down my vagina with that cold, hard, intrusive instrument called a speculum…errr, or di na ko ganun ka matakot. We also witnessed two labors! That I have to say was the highlight of the med mission for me. Two first-time mothers were giving birth inside a tiny, sub standard operating ward in the hosital. Oh gulay. Now that left me queasy and nauseous. Practice protected sex kids or fuck hot ladiez instead because, while the babies were cute, the entire process of having such cuteness come out of your poor, sore vagina is like trying to force a booger the size of a watermelon out of your tiny, bleeding nostril. Yes it's possible but it is veryvery painful. Three, or was it four? days in pandan and we were off to boracay. Good mems, good vibes:) - with the occasional bad mems and bad vibes but it's all good.
So now I'm just a another lazy fresh grad, half-heartedly and somewhat grudgingly, 'actively seeking employment'. I am enrolled in a book binding course and trying, desperately trying, to score any training or workshop in books conservation. I am also an usherette in ccp - a gig that I will ditch very soon. Or not. My contract expires on august and I'm getting bored with that gig. Maybe I'll push through with my apps as a tour guide, if not with them then maybe with met. It might help with my tour guide/host application in disneyland hk. Haha:) I have also made the firm commitment of becoming a vegetarian. The weighing scale can flush itself down the toilet because as long as I feel healthy and don't hate myself after eating a full meal, I am happy. Happiness is a choice:)
I miss you kids
*sorry ang haba. Quick summary of what I wrote is: I'm still a bum. I miss you kids. Make kwento. I miss you. Yun lang. And I miss you friends.
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ok, kids, it's for real. i'm marshaling the AXN Challenge on the 27th of November. No backing out, it's going to happen. I figured i don't have that much experience yet to go straight to joining adventure races (since i don't even have a sport). And since i missed the adventure racing workshop, i'm doing this instead.

it's going to be hard work, but i hope it will at least be interesting. i got an email in one of my yahoogroups about these two guys looking for a girl teammate and they're from ateneo. i got the email yesterday; the last day of the registration period was two days ago. huh. wonderful. it would've been nice to actually be part of the race instead of being at just one checkpoint. bleah.

at the initial orientation, they told us that it would be around 12 hours of hard work, aside from getting our food late. and all we get in return will be one AXN t-shirt. so we'd better make sure daw that we know what we're in for. the speaker also discouraged people from volunteering just because they think it's fun. uh oh. haha. just kidding. i know it'll be hard, but i think i'm up for it. but for a job where all you get is a t-shirt, surprisingly, there's a long waiting list.

one of the coordinators called me up to confirm that i've been accepted as a marshal, and at one point, he asked me if i went with my friends. when i said "no," you know what he said??? he said "talaga? ang tapang mo ah." oh mommy. i don't know if i'll be flattered or scared shitless. that orientientation was terrifying enough. it was a room full of toned and muscled people with sun-darkened skins, who you just know can probably take any challenge (physical) that you can throw at them.

implications

my parents, because of their generous and loving hearts, have changed the date of gaby's christening to 28 November. please tell me who can make it and who want to be ninongs and ninangs (because i'm inviting all shungaks).

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