And once again I am I will not say alone, no, that's not like me, but, how shall I say, I don't know, restored to myself, no, I never left myself, free, yes, I don't know what that means but it's the word I mean to use, free to do what, to do nothing, to know, but what, the laws of the mind perhaps, of my mind, that for example water rises in proportion as it drowns you and that you would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.~ Samuel Beckett, Molloy, 1951
Friday, January 29, 2010
issueless misery
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Cambodia Chronicles Four: Playing Tourist
Playing tourists, we did all the embarrassing clichés - we did what was expected of us, and we tried to see all of the attractions as much as we could. As we traveled from one place to another, I could have focused on the country’s magnificent landscape, breathtaking temples and colonial charm and pretended not to notice its ugly side. The luxurious hotels that catered to the millions of tourists that flock to the Angkor temples, the casinos in Phnom Penh, the foreign crowd drinking the night away along Siem Reap’s Pub Street – all of these stood in stark contrast to those small villages that relied on sugar palm trees as means of subsistence. Children peddling postcards and souvenirs abound in most tourist areas. It amused and amazed me how they could speak multiple languages and have memorized facts about different countries, but shouldn’t they be in school learning about other things, instead?
(casinos in Phnom Penh)
Cambodia’s thriving tourist industry—whose recovery from the Khmer regime is truly astounding—does not mask, but even highlight, the signs of poverty that continue to weigh down the country. Although it emphasizes the gap between those who have and those who don’t, tourism fuels the Cambodian economy. To quote David, our tour guide: "For every tourist that comes to Cambodia, three Cambodians get employed."
this meaningless voice
Ah if only this voice could stop, this meaningless voice which prevents you from being nothing, just barely prevents you from being nothing and nowhere, just enough to keep alight this little yellow flame feebly darting from side to side, panting, as if straining to tear itself from its wick, it should never have been lit, or it should never have been fed, or it should have been put out, put out, it should have been let go out.
~ Samuel Becket, The Unnamable, 1954
Monday, January 25, 2010
a happy birthday
Turning thirty-two, I realized that an unexpected phone call and simple yet heartfelt greetings from family and friends all over matter to me more than loud gatherings. I don’t have to throw a party to celebrate my birthday when all I want is to stay at home by myself with a cup of yoghurt, a bowl of honeydew and—I hate to admit this—Elizabeth Gilbert’s travel memoir, Eat, Pray, Love. I don’t have to pretend, make excuses or apologize for spending my birthday the way I want it.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I can choose
There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under my jurisdiction. There are certain lottery tickets I can buy, thereby increasing my odds of finding contentment. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I eat and read and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life--whether I will see them as curses or opportunities (and on the occasions when I can't rise to the most optimistic viewpoint, because I'm feeling too damn sorry for myself, I can choose to keep trying to change my outlook). I can choose my words and the tone of my voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.~ Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia, 2006
Thursday, January 21, 2010
At Thirty-two
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways
When all the wild Summer was in her gaze."
(William Butler Yeats, The Folly of Being Comforted, 1902)
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Cambodia Chronicles Three: Climbing to the Top
Reaching the top, we saw the quincunx of sandstone towers that crowned the temple and its steep stairs going all the way to the top. On all fours and with feet turned sideways, we painstakingly climbed those perilous stairs to get a glimpse of the sun setting on the ancient kingdom of Angkor. The view from the top turned out to be disappointingly dismal. The golden sun we all looked forward to hid beneath the leaden sky.
As we walked back, I felt dead tired yet surprisingly invigorated. The uphill hike made me happy, and I didn’t really mind missing that sought for sunset. It was the climb that mattered and not what’s there on top.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Overrated
I used to believe in love; but like religion, marriage and God’s existence, love—in all its glory--is something that I now question.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Arrival
On the small monitor perched in front I scanned every person going down the arrival ramp. With each person who walked down that ramp, my impatience grew. Why’s he not here yet? What’s taking him so long? I saw the exact sentiment mirrored in the faces that surrounded me.
And then, at last, I saw him. The happiness I felt was terrifying. I wanted to break into a run, hurry forward and give him a fierce hug, but I didn’t. I’ve been waiting for that very moment for quite a long time that I didn’t want it to be rushed. I wanted it to last.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Through a Veil of Thought
“We all know what it is like to read whole paragraphs, and even pages of a book without assimilating a word. Few of us realize that we spend most of our lives in such a state: perceiving the present—present sights, sounds, tastes, and sensations—only dimly, through a veil of thought. We spend our lives telling ourselves the story of past and future, while the reality of the present goes largely unexplored. Now we live in ignorance of the freedom and simplicity of consciousness, prior to the arising of thought.”
~ Sam Harris, The End of Faith: Religion, Terror and the Future of Reason, 2004
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Hastening the Days
Maybe it’s because she’s anal. Fussy and fastidious, she wants everything—to the most infinitesimal and trifling detail--perfect and according to plan. Or maybe it’s because she likes doing it. She loves the thrill that comes with research and knowing more about things she previously had no idea about. Or perhaps it’s the wanderlust in her veins, the siren song of the open road beckoning her once again. But the more she thinks about it, the more she grasps that those are not the fundamental reasons.
Hovering at the margins of her consciousness is the insane belief—and wishful thinking--that the more she plans and makes everything perfect, the sooner it will happen, the sooner he’ll be with her again. The waiting has begun anew, and she can’t but do something, anything, everything just to hasten the days.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
squandering your vote
Monday, January 11, 2010
Vietnam Chronicles Four: Freedom from Habit
In a foreign country like Vietnam I am freed from the habits that order my life and the various fears that circumscribe it. Because I didn’t have to do the usual things I do, I got to do those I never dared to do before – things that were strange, new and exciting. Shielded by anonymity in a foreign place, I was able to leave--even just for a while--my comfort zone. I gave in to discomfort and, unexpectedly, had more fun as a result.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Alone again, naturally
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Vietnam Chronicles Three: TheSinh Tourist
As early as six in the morning you will see buses lined up in front of it. There are hordes of people—tourists, travelers and backpackers of all colors and sizes and various points of origin—coming in and out of the building. On the street, you will hear “Mui Ne! Mekong! Cu Chi!” being repeatedly called out. Of all tour agencies in the area, TheSinh Tourist, formerly known as Sinh Cafe, appears to be the busiest. And it is.
Well planned and very organized, all of the tours we booked at TheSinh Tourist, were free from confusion and delay and definitely worth the amount we paid. The guides who always performed their tasks with alacrity are fluent in English, French, Japanese and Mandarin. Available in its office, the leaflets and pamphlets detailing TheSinh Tourist’s tour packages are also translated in those languages.
Through it we met some delightful people - the other members of the four-day Cambodia tour that we took. Most of them are travelers from different parts of the world who came back to visit their country of birth. Aside from us, there were two other couples: one is a Filipino couple working in Saigon and the other is a pair of backpackers who, as of the day we met them, had been backpacking all over Africa and Asia for three months. Beneath the light conversations over breakfast and the bus rides made more bearable by bursts of mirth, it would have been nice to get to know those people better. But given the limited time that we had, I am grateful to just have met each one of them.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
8/11
Mastered at least three piano pieces. It’s embarrassing to admit that I’ve never touched the keys of the piano since I wrote the list. I think I’ve already forgotten how to read notes. And since I failed to master even one piece last year, I will do so this year.
Started with the online course I’ve been planning to take. Started, yes; but finished, no.
Saved enough to go for a vacation outside the country. Chasing our dreams, D and I were able to travel to three countries in Southeast Asia: Thailand, Vietnam and Cambodia. We plan to travel some more this year.




Weighed approximately the same (or even less!) than I did last year. Still at 47 kgs, yay! I would have wanted to lose the flab, though.
Expressed my appreciation for people more. There were lapses, I know, but I somehow accomplished this.
Read at least 55 books. This I accomplished with much pleasure and little effort. I was able to finish 56 books, both fiction and nonfiction, that tackle various topics and belong to different genres – religion, dystopia, travel, atheism, Spanish and Portuguese literature, postmodernism, Jewish fiction, satire, old age, coming of age, African American literature, and a lot more obscure stuff.
Managed to stay away from the doldrums. I tried to stay away but failed terribly.
Mounting waves of loneliness engulf her at times when she least expects it. She feels its presence even when surrounded with colleagues and particularly when she goes home at night and closes her door to the world. Her eyes fall on the empty couch, the somber walls, the lone glass on the kitchen counter and she braces herself against another wave.
Beneath the pretty clothes, the sparkling laughter and the sweet smile is an utter desolation whose very existence would astonish anyone if they’d only look closer. Beneath the confident exterior is someone struggling not to fall apart.
Spent less on ‘wants’ than on ‘needs’. The line between wants and needs sometimes gets a bit blurry, but most of the time I managed—after summoning enough self-control—to differentiate the two.
Learned the basics of Photoshop. It helped that I’m part of the review team for the development of our Photoshop textbook. Learning the tool, however, did not make me want to use it. Not only did I find the whole image editing process tedious, but I still prefer raw photos over manipulated ones.
Focused more on what’s going well than on what’s not. My failure to do this was the reason I didn’t manage to stay away from the doldrums.
I got eight out of eleven, which is equivalent to 72.7 percent or 2.25 (using the UP Grade Point System). Eight out of eleven is considered good or satisfactory, a gentler term for mediocre or puwede na rin.