Monday, October 29, 2007
photoshoot
pictures from the photoshoot we had. amateur models. buti na lang magaling ang photographer.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
crossing the zone
Do you know how it feels to be depressed? You know how it feels to be so sad to the point that you wanna cry even without a specific reason for doing such? When you just feel like crying and that’s it?
Jessica Zafra (she is a philosopher in her own absurd way) once wrote about getting depressed when one’s birthday is coming up. Her theory is that “when your birthday rolls around, you somehow relive the terror of being ripped out of the womb and thrown into an indifferent, inhospitable universe.” No I don’t relive that terror but somehow, I have that kind of depression when my birthday gets nearer. And the last time I had that gnawing feeling was a few days ago.
Last Monday was D-day. I filed for a birthday leave from work so I had all day for myself. I digressed from the usual dinner thing with my loved ones and thought of just having “the” dinner on weekend and have a simple dinner on d-day at home instead.
I woke up at 8am and had a filling longsilog breakfast prepared by my mother dear while texting friends who remembered what October 1 was for me. Took a bath after and prepared my things for school (yes, I spent 3 hours of my birthday in the library).
But before embarking on a journey to geekhood, I went to the parlor and had my hair cut. Thought this is the least I could do to pamper myself (wanted to go to the spa but I don’t have much time). Glad I liked the blown-dried results. Twas one of the few times I felt good the whole day because of my hair. Nice!
Since it was almost lunch time, I decided to buy Jamaican patties and muched while strolling. I spotted an exhibit of brass, steel and marble sculptures in the 5th floor of Megamall and thought that it was nice so I went inside the gallery. It was, in my eyes as a neophyte, indeed a good exhibit. I scrutinized most of the details and was amazed by the greatness of the artists. Imagine inanimate objects transformed into compounded small details and brought to life!
By 1230, I decided to go so I hopped in a bus going to fairview and onto a jeepney going to campus. I dropped by the chapel first and spent a few minutes of silence and solitude with God and nature. Aah how I missed such moments. Just staring at the hanged image of the Christ at the center of the chapel and breathing the damp fresh air of UP.
I was at the library from130 to 430 and spent the afternoon taking notes from my main reference which, unfortunately was a thesis so tough luck, cant photocopy even just 1 page of it.
After the session at the library, I decided it was time to go home so I went. My parents were already home so I prepared some pasta and salad while my mom fried some chicken wings. Didn’t get to finish what I was cooking because I had to go to the mall for some sisterly chores. It was ok nonetheless because I got a wristwatch as a gift in return. Yay!
Got home around 8 in the evening and found my brother and sister in-law already finishing dinner. After a short chat, it was bye bye time for them.
I only got to have dinner at around 9. It was a pig-out session.
Since it was my birthday, I rewarded myself with an early night.
Hay….boring. Where was the depression? Before the birthday. D-day was an ordinary day cloaked with lots of food and sessions of introspection.
Jessica Zafra (she is a philosopher in her own absurd way) once wrote about getting depressed when one’s birthday is coming up. Her theory is that “when your birthday rolls around, you somehow relive the terror of being ripped out of the womb and thrown into an indifferent, inhospitable universe.” No I don’t relive that terror but somehow, I have that kind of depression when my birthday gets nearer. And the last time I had that gnawing feeling was a few days ago.
Last Monday was D-day. I filed for a birthday leave from work so I had all day for myself. I digressed from the usual dinner thing with my loved ones and thought of just having “the” dinner on weekend and have a simple dinner on d-day at home instead.
I woke up at 8am and had a filling longsilog breakfast prepared by my mother dear while texting friends who remembered what October 1 was for me. Took a bath after and prepared my things for school (yes, I spent 3 hours of my birthday in the library).
But before embarking on a journey to geekhood, I went to the parlor and had my hair cut. Thought this is the least I could do to pamper myself (wanted to go to the spa but I don’t have much time). Glad I liked the blown-dried results. Twas one of the few times I felt good the whole day because of my hair. Nice!
Since it was almost lunch time, I decided to buy Jamaican patties and muched while strolling. I spotted an exhibit of brass, steel and marble sculptures in the 5th floor of Megamall and thought that it was nice so I went inside the gallery. It was, in my eyes as a neophyte, indeed a good exhibit. I scrutinized most of the details and was amazed by the greatness of the artists. Imagine inanimate objects transformed into compounded small details and brought to life!
By 1230, I decided to go so I hopped in a bus going to fairview and onto a jeepney going to campus. I dropped by the chapel first and spent a few minutes of silence and solitude with God and nature. Aah how I missed such moments. Just staring at the hanged image of the Christ at the center of the chapel and breathing the damp fresh air of UP.
I was at the library from130 to 430 and spent the afternoon taking notes from my main reference which, unfortunately was a thesis so tough luck, cant photocopy even just 1 page of it.
After the session at the library, I decided it was time to go home so I went. My parents were already home so I prepared some pasta and salad while my mom fried some chicken wings. Didn’t get to finish what I was cooking because I had to go to the mall for some sisterly chores. It was ok nonetheless because I got a wristwatch as a gift in return. Yay!
Got home around 8 in the evening and found my brother and sister in-law already finishing dinner. After a short chat, it was bye bye time for them.
I only got to have dinner at around 9. It was a pig-out session.
Since it was my birthday, I rewarded myself with an early night.
Hay….boring. Where was the depression? Before the birthday. D-day was an ordinary day cloaked with lots of food and sessions of introspection.
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