Tell Me You Feel This Fire

Oceans Between Us

This comes once a month, usually around red-letter days and I have no doubt in my mind that, that there is a physiological basis for all of this.

This ache, this longing. I have no wish to romanticize it, because I know it’s not me, it’s probably the hormones talking.

And in a few days, I’ll be fine. I’ll be chipper, I’ll have the bounce back in my step.

But right now, I am inclined to ponder. And read sad quotes. And spend an inordinate amount of time listening to my melancholy staples - Joni Mitchell, Regina Spektor, and The Shins. And YouTubing all the sad movie snippets I know.

Sadness fueled by technology and pop culture.

Hay nako. Why don’t I just do a Pawee and indulge in silly fun. What was that site Mikes showed me kanina? icanhascheezburger.com

Why not.

Why Wednesday: Steve Aoki at Embassy

Do you know how hard it is to not have too much fun at a Steve Aoki gig? When he opens his set, at 1 am, with his remix of “Thriller”?

THRILLER! THRILLER NIGHTS!!!

Man, all I could think was about that lucky bastard Tim Yap who probably didn’t have a 9 am call time the next day, so he can afford to go crazy up there on the stage and then call it a night at 7 am.

It was fun nonetheless, with Tanya and Mia and this guy Mike, whom Tanz is setting up with Mia. The new Embassy -golded and silvered to swanky perfection was packed. Mia and I went home at 2:30 and as soon as I hit her bed, the two Bacardi Sprites I gulped, spirited me off the sleep.

At 8 am sharp the next day, I was up and about. School was OK, and when afternoon came, I felt heavy-lidded and my back was killing me. I’m such a lola now, I swear.

I keep telling myself I ought to slow down. Haha. I don’t even party that hard, and I actually feel like I’m not wired for wild nights, kase I start to worry about wrinkles and my liver when I get too hammered. Hehe. I guess I’m a worrier that way.

The Week To Come

Monday

*A double period day of Literature where I teach my classes, Fordham, Durham and Cornell about the last couple of chapters of To Kill A Mockingbird. As always, my insights about this oft-read book sometimes come out of nowhere, often in the middle of the lecture itself.

*The Student Council have begun their Message-in-A-Parol project, where I was accosted by Mara and Joshua (both wearing pink!) to show some Christmas spirit and reserve a parol space.

*Staff Day! So we stuffed ourselves with Yellow Cab pizza and pancit (“I’m not a hadhad person!”). Kennedy girls planned the Crabby Party at Ginny’s for January 4. I can’t wait for the Multiply picture possibilities.

Tuesday

* I’m 7 am to 4 pm, but I have no classes the entire day. But a list of things to do that hangs like a cloud on this most beautiful of days.

THINGS TO DO!

• Finish the Quarter Exam
• Finish the Reading is Love survey
• Finish the Long Test
• Check papers, papers and more papers

Wednesday

* The Catholic Fellowship at 6.

* Should I even go to Steve Aoki?

Thursday

* Long Test Day!!!

Friday

Oh, the places we’ll go!

The Daily Documentary

I actually have three other blogs floating out there in the internet - Livejournal, Multiply and - the most obsolete of all - in Friendster. This site - Tumblr, I stumbled upon while researching for a Long Test I was creating for my students. It’s one of Time magazines Best Websites of 2007, and I decided to check it out. I liked what I saw. And I immediately wanted an account here. But for what?  Maintaining the other sites has not exactly been easy. I don’t like rambling on my blog - I make sure each post has been well though-out and edited before I even deign to publish it publicly.

 So maybe this one can be my rambling site - where I will, to the best of my ability, try to document my everyday life, no matter how banal things may get. I’m thinking I’d like to have a memento of the banality. Because someday, one day, I’m pretty sure the banality will  become meaningful.