Sunday, July 05, 2009

Peace man !



Somebody stop me! I'm running out of jeans to paint the peace logo on. It's my current fixation: painting the "peace" logo and writing anti-war sentiments onto my jeans. The pair above I'm going to give to my niece. I also make PEACE logo patches printed with flowers and skulls as designs.

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.....the best that you can do is fall in love. again. after 1.5 decades.



view from hotel intercon tokyo. between the moon and tokyo bay bridge.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

I'm going back Flamenco-ing.

My anemia is all gone and no more bouts of dizziness. After eight months of hiatus, now I can dance again and do the twirlings without dropping semi-dead. I so love the rhythm of this old French song (I thank Monsieur Seb A. for introducing me to it) that I invented Flamenco-like steps for it.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

never ever

belittle the little.

Fable

The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter, "little prig":
Bun replied,
You are doubtless very big,
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year,
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, May 29, 2009

Are you lonesome tonight?

Yes, I am. And for 7 more nights (hehheh, what's with the maiz song titles lately?!)
Luiji left for NY and Boston yesterday; he is covering a medical conference on organ transplantation.

I want to kick myself really hard, I just racked up 300$ worth phone bill because I had got carried away talking with a friend about the sordidness and sorry state of Philippine politics, and mundane discussions about life and sex and philosophy, and, how not to be a failure as a parent. Though it was clearly cathartic now I'm not sure if it was really worth it. I should have just stuck to eating potato chips until I vomited. Shittte! excuse my French.

The photo exhibit last Saturday was a success. Lots of people came by and the forum/ discussion was really interesting. One of the guest speakers, a criminal psychologist-cum-lawyer-cum-criminal-profiler and who also worked as state prosecutor (the extent of his knowledge about human behavior specifically criminal behavior is just so amazing I was in awe) talked about "Facial Expressions and Lying". He claimed that from his experience, determining lies from a woman's face is more difficult than from a man's face. There is something tricky about women in general, he said half-matter-of-factly and half-jokingly. I couldn't agree more.



view of the west side of Shinjuku from the Nikon Bldg.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

yeah...



i'm easy. i'm easy like sunday morning. all you have to do is ask me. nicely. then i'll do it. sometimes you don't even have to ask. i know. pride is a complex thing and i completely understand. i like helping. i like giving. i like the good feeling that i derive from helping others. even those i barely know, or don't know. but not people whom i've lost my respect for. because respect is a BIG thing for me. yes, BIG. and when it is lost. it is lost.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Piece (Peace) Of Your Mind

Our living room is in a big crazy mess right now. Close-up faces of people wearing different moods and expressions are in every corner - portrait photographs in 1 meter by half meter are strewn all over the place, though they are very pleasant, I sometimes get scared looking at them.

On the 23rd is the opening of L's photo exhibition in Shinjuku, Tokyo. I will be there and am planning on wearing a hippie get-up (again hahahaha, yes, I'm obssessed with Woodstock hippie blahblah). He nixed my idea of donning a head band/wreath with tiny flowers though, it's too much he said. So I'll just go in a dyed (psychedelic-like) t-shirt which I dyed myself with a small logo of peace in the middle which I also created myself using a paint brush and clorox, and a cotton vest with tassles as top; and a pair of boot-cut jeans that I got from Forever 21 the other day, (Cacof, should I wear a bra? hihihi -joking!).

The theme of the photos has absolutely nothing to do with anti-war sentiments or peace or Woodstock, it's just me and my fashion statement these days.
His photography exhibit is about old age and getting old and obliterating mental faculties, and intellectual disability so they are mostly portraits of old people and intellectually disabled children and individuals. There is a forum on the day of the opening and a number of prominent Japanese professionals who are expert on the subject of alzheimer's, senility and autism will be there to talk and give light on the subject, and shed some form of enlightenment.

Ok, I was the one who thought of the title for the photos, and it involves the word "peace" so my garb is not entirely unrelated.

The path to old age is a dreadful thing to ponder on, indeed, aging gracefully and truthfully and accepting the fact that ALL of us will eventually go there, unless we die young, may be difficult.
Well, you can always fib about your age and slash a decade off it, but, first, make sure you have younger-looking hands and neck (and face, of course!)because these are the body parts that tell no lies. And make sure you have very minimal count of liver spots especially on your forehead and T zone(LOL). I'm doomed!




PEACE

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Mem'ries

I finally succumbed to peer pressure (that's you Stelriray, Thesseriray, and Donatella vda de guevarra de kasbah) and signed up for Facebook. A very good thing has happened because of this: I have found two long lost friends! Friends from my UCLA era. Dr. E is one of the few people I've met that are hard to forget, a person who has greatly influenced me. A medical doctor by profession, she has lived in different countries in Africa doing medical missions and volunteer works for orphans and poor children there. She is one of the main reasons why I didn't develop a liking for shopping and spending on not very necessary things. She always told me, "You can always live with very little."

Another friend is Dr. D (he was doing his undergrad majoring in Math when we met and now also practicing as a medical doctor and teaching ER medicine at a university in Southern Cali), an interesting and funny fella, he is full of whim, a bit unsure of himself at that time but fun to be with nnonetheless. We had gone out on a date a couple of times and then drifted apart for reasons I don't remember now. Or maybe I do remember but now not so relevant.

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and speaking of friends (re)connection, a french connection - a blogger friend whom i've recently reconnected with surprised me with a big box of goodies today. M, thank you very much, you are so thoughtful, it was toooooo much. now i have yummy pate and french junk food/snacks that will last me til my next birthday.
hugs and kisses to you, M, C, and manong Seb (hehehe...manong daw eh).