Decoding the epiphany
Those who were curious(nosy?) enough to ask about the epiphany behind groceryepiphany:
Grocery shopping was always cathartic. I guess overwhelmed by choices that echo the overwhelming choices of real life, it forces you to come face to face with what you’d rather not deal with.
And that day, the groceryepiphany was that I guess no man ever will, ever can be big enough for me.
And now I found the one man (when I stopped looking) who is much, much bigger than me. Who makes me feel small.
Hence, I relinquish the title, and since I cannot transfer blog address, I transferred blogs.
Congratulations, Rinka. You’ve found it.
I love when I prove me wrong. I love you Zach.
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Kathy’s clarity.
At kahit may ninakaw sa yo, hindi ka kulang. Walang kulang sayo.
Buo. Malaya. Beauty from ashes, Rinka.
Excerpts from what might have been THE most cathartic conversation I have ever had. Thank you Kathy.
Holding on to heaven by Kathy Ponce
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Tags: Catharsis, Clarity, Closure, Kathy
On eating when you are full.
A conversation at Bravos:
Zach: Should I eat the last piece of pizza?
Rinka: Yeah, it’s a thin crust. That’s less than one pandesal.
Zach: That’s what it wants you to think.
Rinka: Zach, the pizza is not sinister.
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Tags: Bravo's, Pizza, Weight loss
Note to self
Have a notebook in ze bag. At all times. I hate when song seeds escape me. Tagalog pa man din. Come back, thought, please?
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Tags: Song, songwriting, the rinka collective
Thirty days of night.
A Not Fun movie to watch prior to bedtime.
Dear Zach, enough disturbing movies at night.
Love, Rinka
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On Executive Directorship: Diplomacy is tiring. Necessary, though. Blech.
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Note to self: Chips ahoy eaten with something savory like ketchup piknik is highly unhealthy, since when you tire of the sweetness you can go for the piknik and when you’re tired of the saltiness you blah blah blah blah
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Tags: 30 days of night, diplomacy, nightmares, thrillers
Third-world high fallutifying |On a jeepney yesterday, I saw one of them pop-art painted signs, the way the destination on a jeepney is fancifully written. On the wooden plaque, it read: APOCALYPSE. Wondered if they knew what it meant. At least it was spelled right.
Devegetarianism | Since Zach talked me into going back to meat, I have been remeating, successfully. No bad stomachs (yet) and the breakouts are over. It’s been lovely though, reacquainting myself with all the good stuff. Burgers. Lasagna. It started with baby steps, but now, it’s meat all the way.
In some twisted way, it was good that I went pesco for some time, since now, everything tastes better. Has me singing praises to meat as mundane as corned beef. (Salivating.)
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Tags: Apocalypse, Meat, Third world anecdotes, Vegetarianism
Sometimes I wonder why i started this blog, having this chronic compulsion to delete whatever networking, public, out there in cyber limbo I have.
Been asked why, and the best explanation I’ve got is that it comes close to claustrophobia. Although the sentiment comes strangely close to the feeling of being in open water. The ambiguity kills, I tell ya.
On to better things (and yes there is a segue coming) I was making some of my jewelry for this bazaar on December. Zach was over at our house and was watching me. Later on he was trying to help me out and it was hilarious how he would put one together, look over at me and without the use of words (how very Zechariah) he just gave me this quizzical look, asking if it passed my standards. And they did not. Ha ha.
But the next day, (without practice, since he threw in the towel after my snickering fits) he was turning out some pretty good stuff. And I love how my fiancee is such a quick study. Cheers to your bizarre learning curve, Zach. I love you. Haha.
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Tags: Blogging, Jewelry, Learning Curves
Love is in the details.
I strongly suggest including item ‘Ice Cream allowance’ in the payroll. With confidence, one can vouch that such a move will boost employee morale. (and crowd sings: We concuuuuuuuur!)
Anyhoo. I have found myself amongst lawyers. And finally we have other things to talk about. Other then me listening to codes and cases I know nothing about. Although we have other things to talk about it has become apparent that my language is slowly adapting to theirs.
Affiant further sayeth naught.
And yes. YOU further sayeth naught. Mwahahahaha.
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Tags: Ice cream, Lawyers
On relevant courses of action.
So here’s my crack at www advocacy. Pretty rusty from deblogging (purposefully) for several years, but wanting to do something of relevance, my new role in this new foundation, and running soliloquies without documentation just led me to believe this was the best course of action. Speaking of courses of actions.
Stiff Drink
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Tags: Advocacy, Marc Johns, Reblogging
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