The landscape, tranquil, brought tears to my eyes, and I was on a culinary delight sampling almost everything the hawkers aboard the train offered, including the raw meat sausage called nem nuong, without even asking what it was. I wish I could say I roughed it up and did it the way locals did, in the open air carriage with the fresh hot air blowing through my sticky face, but I was in the airconditioned cabins, sitting like the tourist that I was, no sweat in sight, and actually already writing a draft of this post. Advertisements
“So tell me, Psyche, how on earth did you manage to get yourself to this hotel from JFK?” my boss asked me over a glass of wine and cubes of cheese at the small courtyard at The Park Lane Hotel in Central Park. Hmmm.. “After immigration, I walked past the door that said ‘Exit,’ followed the sign to where the Airtrain was, and rode the train,” I replied. “You are an independent woman!” my boss exclaimed. I just followed what the guide book said. My boss and his wife had fits laughing.
Working for a foreign company and never meeting or knowing who our subscribers are made me think I was so disconnected with my work. The things I write in our newsletters are as foreign to me as our bosses. I’ve written countless of bankruptcy-related stories, pored through thousands of court documents, followed numerous billion-dollar and mega-billion dollar bankruptcy cases, but none gave me such sadness as when Kodak, after more than a hundred years of operation, delivered its Chapter 11 petition. The company – the pioneer in the film and photography technology development – got left behind in the digital world.
June 24, the feast of St. John, was one of the very few times we were allowed to bathe in the sea (the other time being Good Friday to ward off evil spirits). My grandmother, who was a survivor of a tragic sea accident, never loved the sea and always discouraged us from swimming. Now, a grown up, I don’t have a love affair with the beach, the sea, or the ocean. In fact, I fear it just as I fear heights. Listening to my grandmother’s stories on her ordeal (seeing the eyes of whales, and watching people die and disappear), it’s always at the back of my mind that when Mother Nature unleashes her wrath, no one will be spared. We are at the mercy of no one. So I fear the water.
TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act,— act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o’erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us …
This is my last post from our trip to Aloguinsan in early March (but of course, this does not mean my last trip to Aloguinsan). After enjoying the scrumptious lunch of humba (stewed pork), utang monggos (mung bean soup), and a bottle of cold Coke at Bojo River, we decided to check out The Farmhouse in Aloguinsan, a small farm practicing organic farming, located along the highway.
I am not a morning person — this means I have a hard time waking up early in the morning. I won’t even wake up early for work although it helps that work is just less than 10 steps from my bedroom. There are a few things though that motivate me to wake up early: travel, food, and family. Although I am not a morning person, I always eat breakfast no matter what time I wake up, because when I was younger I fainted several times because my stomach was empty. And I love breakfast dates because I have the whole day to spend together, unlike dinners where I have to hurry home before midnight (like Cinderella).
My friend, Nestie, gave birth to a baby girl today. A month ago, we had a photoshoot in their home one rainy Sunday. There was no theme in particular, we just played with the laid-back vibe of a happy home and a rainy Sunday afternoon.
One Saturday in November last year (or was that December?) I woke up early despite sleeping very late the night before, lugged my big plastic box of clothes and shoes and traversed to midtown Cebu to meet up with one of my dearest friends, a highschool classmate, to assist her in their pre-nuptial photoshoot. I think I was as excited as the bride-to-be. This would be the first time I’d style and I was eager to meet the team behind RockPaperScissors.