[click]1.28.2009
1.26.2009
frustrated
..with life and this generation of mindless copycats.
*i have the passion and the irritation to keep me typing of this topic till i grow sore, but not the time. more soon.
*i have the passion and the irritation to keep me typing of this topic till i grow sore, but not the time. more soon.
1.25.2009
1.20.2009
i love to eat cereal..
when im watching my cartoons
since my return from the motherland, ive spent the bulk of my time on the toilet (sadface) and watching cartoons. some pretty dope discoveries were made, courtesy of adm, which i now recommend to you:
first is chowder, the cutest little whatever the hell he is. im 2 years late as it debuted way back in 2007.
but my most recent obsession: the marvelous misadventures of flapjack.
better than spongebob. yea.. i said it. eff you.
catch them on the network of cartoons.
since my return from the motherland, ive spent the bulk of my time on the toilet (sadface) and watching cartoons. some pretty dope discoveries were made, courtesy of adm, which i now recommend to you:
first is chowder, the cutest little whatever the hell he is. im 2 years late as it debuted way back in 2007.
but my most recent obsession: the marvelous misadventures of flapjack.
better than spongebob. yea.. i said it. eff you.catch them on the network of cartoons.
1.14.2009
amerigo
its a conflicting feeling, having two homes; a division of the heart, a dispute between those coveted most, wanting both but clearly, you can't.
who can, of course.
on december 18th, 2008, at 3:00 in filipino am, my grandfather passed away.
forcing my family and i on an [emergency] trip overseas.
forcing me to abandon all my responsibilities and duties lying fragmented, unfinished and static.
forcing me to face death; my worst enemy, my scariest thought, my biggest fear (not for myself, but for my loved).
forcing me to watch the tears im pained to see most fall from the eyes of the greatest man in my life: my dad.
of course there was a tinge of excitement to see my foreign family. but traveling for the reasons named, i initially didnt want to.
departed: december 26th
arrived in manila: december 27th
arrived in manabo: december 28th
funeral: december 30th
extremely long update short, im very thankful for this experience.
my tatang is no longer suffering. and as hard as the funeral was, it brought my family, foreign and american, together, family i never even knew existed. which brings to my fingers the famous cliche: a blessing in disguise. truly.
18 days in the philippines is no easy feat. it was overwhelmingly humbling as any person would expect a 3rd world country journey to be.
yes, i come from many things. my parents. germany. childhood fears, mistakes. victorville. riverside. college. accomplishments, failures. all to say the very least. all of which define me.
but in my blood is the dirty, guttered, depressing, yet edifying, inspirational, beautiful in all its splendor and glory, the foreign lands of the philippines. and i am proud of it.
it was my 3rd time visiting, and the only time i really remember every minute.
my memory usually has the tendency to fail me, but to assist in ensuring i remember this particular vacation was my d40, which has gone through extreme periods of hell. poor thing.
[currently making a flikr for the purpose of sharing my pains and joys with you]
arrived in america: january 13th, with this conflicted state of heart. wanting to be here and there simultaneously. but alas, we all cant have everything we want.
till we meet again, my home.
who can, of course.
on december 18th, 2008, at 3:00 in filipino am, my grandfather passed away.
forcing my family and i on an [emergency] trip overseas.
forcing me to abandon all my responsibilities and duties lying fragmented, unfinished and static.
forcing me to face death; my worst enemy, my scariest thought, my biggest fear (not for myself, but for my loved).
forcing me to watch the tears im pained to see most fall from the eyes of the greatest man in my life: my dad.
of course there was a tinge of excitement to see my foreign family. but traveling for the reasons named, i initially didnt want to.
departed: december 26th
arrived in manila: december 27th
arrived in manabo: december 28th
funeral: december 30th
extremely long update short, im very thankful for this experience.
my tatang is no longer suffering. and as hard as the funeral was, it brought my family, foreign and american, together, family i never even knew existed. which brings to my fingers the famous cliche: a blessing in disguise. truly.
18 days in the philippines is no easy feat. it was overwhelmingly humbling as any person would expect a 3rd world country journey to be.
"you will never be successful if you will not look back to where you have come from"
yes, i come from many things. my parents. germany. childhood fears, mistakes. victorville. riverside. college. accomplishments, failures. all to say the very least. all of which define me.
but in my blood is the dirty, guttered, depressing, yet edifying, inspirational, beautiful in all its splendor and glory, the foreign lands of the philippines. and i am proud of it.
it was my 3rd time visiting, and the only time i really remember every minute.
my memory usually has the tendency to fail me, but to assist in ensuring i remember this particular vacation was my d40, which has gone through extreme periods of hell. poor thing.
[currently making a flikr for the purpose of sharing my pains and joys with you]
arrived in america: january 13th, with this conflicted state of heart. wanting to be here and there simultaneously. but alas, we all cant have everything we want.
till we meet again, my home.
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