here first. until we are there.

a well lit place and a cup of chocolate

The Mower

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

Philip Larkin

the later turned out to be four days later. i’m up up up and awake with a pink bandana on my head. there were days when i was in high shcool when i’d write emails to my friends just because i had a pair of boxer shorts on my head. this was part of the time when i had short hair and just wanted to feel how it was to have longer hair. heck. the bandana is now keeping my oily (unfortunately unwashed) hair out of my face. will probably troop down to the kitchen later to cook breakfast.

but i realized that i found the larkin poem so appropriate, so compelling that i just had to copy and paste it from my daily dose of writer’s almanac because i had just watched crash the day before.

It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something. (Don Cheadle as Graham)

crash is advertised as a movie about racial issues and using the metaphor of a crash (um duh), it explores how racist LA still is. and you know what? the movie was just fantastic. my heart was racing (i realize, bad pun. hahahaha!)the whole time because you know something was going to happen or what that guy said was just deplorable (yung tipong “di nga. he just didn’t say that to her.”), and anna and i left the theater stunned. we calmed, in a way, ourselves down with the best cotton candy i’ve tasted (gateway cineplex), but we were talking about it with a sleepy mikey in the car on the way home.

go watch it. it reminded me of closer, with the way i left the theater speechless. no way did that just happen to me. parang ganon. i guess it’s just my reflex to truth, and it’s 5 days later, i’m still thinking about it. i refuse to watch closer again, baka masuka lang ako. i guess that’s what really good stories can do to you.
in the mood for love left me sitting out in the dark. not crying or anything. i just had to sit in the dark for a while. oh, they all have fantastic soundtracks too.

click to go the website. i just find it funny that it’s being distributed by lions gate entertainment. i don’;t know why i have cynthia luster and steven seagal in my head when someone says lions gate entertainment.

so go watch it. it’s still showing in theaters, i hope.


i miss the sun.

all right, time to go down to scrounge up my breakfast so i can take my time getting ready.

have i mentioned that there is this one song of the out of body specials i’ve been playing on loop way too much? well, there is. hahahahaha.

and also, the title of the post was for Libreria which is along Tomas Morato (in front of Dimsum and Dumplings — heaven for me. a bookstore with fun, useless and pretty items aside from their interesting selections of books and my fave place for greasy dimsum right across the street from each other). they have really good tsokolate (in cheery demitasse cups) and rum cake. i responded mostly to the warm yellow glow inside.


i know i’m not awake when its most brilliant. but please.


kudos to my aging cousin Exie for winning the palanca for his short story. he doesn’t read my blog. but heck. why not?


5 responses

  1. I linked you, Anina, if that’s all right. Hehe.

    August 10, 2005 at 7:06 am

  2. By the way, that poem’s terrific. How do they do that?? They make it seem so effortless. Hay.

    August 10, 2005 at 7:08 am

  3. putangina ang ganda nga nu’ng crash.

    August 14, 2005 at 2:18 pm

  4. Exie

    “kudos to my aging cousin Exie for winning the palanca for his short story. he doesn’t read my blog. but heck. why not?”Who says I don’t?

    August 22, 2005 at 2:02 pm

  5. you don’t read my blog. you just googled your name. heehee.i don’t like to assume. like the way my dad reads the blog too. heehee. creepy.

    August 22, 2005 at 2:19 pm

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