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Apr 29, 2005

Its 1 am, April 30 in Manila...

and that means I am allowed to officially greet my baby-est niece Sam!
Happy First Birthday Samsam!

Sam was born last year while I was in Melbourne. I had hoped I'd be there on her first birthday. Apparently, God has other plans for me.

I wasn't with my sister when she was pregnant with Sam, and I was barely with her during her first few months...now I'm still not with her!

Life can be so frustrating sometimes.


Ma. Samatha D. Pampolina

Apr 28, 2005

OK! so I'm slacking..

But I couldnt help it, uncooperative brain again. This one made me smile though...guess which city I am truly and absolutely compatible with? Haha! Doncha just love these quiz things?






You Belong in New York City


You're an energetic, ambitious woman.

And only NYC is fast enough for you.

Maybe you'll set yourself up with a killer career

Or simply take in all the city has to offer


What City Do You Belong in? Take This Quiz :-)



Find the Love of Your Life
(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.



I do not wish to be a half-poet.

So I shall be content at being an admirer of poetry. In fact, I've stopped my lame attempts at poetry years ago. I had thought it was only because I was uninspired, but I realize now, that its because none of the words I write down will ever have the same effect on people, the way great poetry affects me.

Poetry by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one
iscovers in it after all, a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp, eyes
that can dilate, hair that can rise
if it must, these things are important not because a
high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because
they are
useful. When they become so derivative as to become
unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what
we cannot understand: the bat
holding on upside down or in quest of something to
eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf
under
a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that
feels a flea, the base-
ball fan, the statistician--
nor is it valid
to discriminate against 'business documents and
school-books'; all these phenomena are important. One must
make a distinction
however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the
result is not poetry, nor till the poets among us can be
'literalists of the imagination'--above
insolence and triviality and can present
for inspection, 'imaginary gardens with real toads in them', shall
we have
it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand,
the raw material of poetry in
all its rawness and
that which is on the other hand
genuine, you are interested in poetry.

Apr 26, 2005

travelling, moving..

its a lame attempt at making my title sound like Jamiroquai's album...but what the hell..

Everyone in this generation is born with a very global outlook in life. That though we may be filled with borders everywhere, these borders are meant to be crossed, and crossing as many as possible is the ultimate goal.

Three of my girls are currently in another continent, they're in the US, California specifically for different reasons. Work, non-work, someone's work and something or other...it doesnt matter really. They're there, and I'm here, further ..West (my geography sucks!) in another continent and culture altogether. In a few days, another one of the girls will be heading there too.

While I am marvelling at the wanderlust and the luck that has allowed us the opportunity to be able to go to places far from home, I am a bit bummed. I am after all, all alone here, in Middelburg Middle of Nowhere, while the FOUR of them are together!

I have a sneaking suspicion that next time I will be on that part of the world, while more than one of them will be in this part. Is home (and the boundaries of our home country) really just the only place we will all be together?

But I have to believe otherwise. Someday, I will find myself far from home, but with the people from home right beside me. Until then, we'll all just have to keep roaming this beautiful (and sometimes warped) planet until we all finally get to cross borders together, moving in the same direction.

Apr 24, 2005

This is what I've been waiting for

Flowers flowers and more flowers! Color, color and more color!
The Flower parade (Bloemencorso) was a good way to start our flower-filled day. We made it just in time at Voorhout to see the parade pass by. Later in the afternoon, we headed off to Keukenhof for some major flower dosage. Even as we made our way to the garden, we were greeted with rows and rows of flowers of different colors by the side of the road. We just had to stop at some point and make like tourists (take photos and then jump back on the car). There's an interesting story too for when we stopped at one place, ask me about that some time...

Anyway, here are some of my photos. Not for the non-flower fan.

rows and rows of color

variety

row

classic red and white

pink

bloom

red and yellow

fringed variety

tulips out of tulips

clown

Apr 21, 2005

Belgium in a (half) day

We left Middelburg at almost noon and drove to Brugge on a rainy Saturday (April 16). Our weekends are numbered so despite the weather, we decided we would go. We had to. Time is not on our side.
We drove through the 6.6 km long Westerchelde tunnel at towards Terneuzen to get to the Belgium border...I just had to take this shot...



Since it was raining that day, I couldnt take out my camera often. The highlight of my trip was a guided tour of an old beer Brewere, the Half Moon. These and a few more photos have been uploaded to my pbase Brugge gallery.




Apr 17, 2005

one month itch


whenever it reaches that point where i am one month or less away from coming home, I get all agitated and excited to come home. Its like all of a sudden, I'm homesick, even when I'm not really. I get lazy and I will the days to just pass until its time for me to come home.

whatever happened to Seize the Day I wonder?

Apr 15, 2005

Ally Turns 8

another birthday that Tita Mae will miss *sigh*


Ally at Enchanted Kingdom, January 2005

Apr 14, 2005

renovated

This afternoon I came "home" to find my room rearranged.

Actually my roomS. I have two in all...the other one an ofshoot of the main bedroom, with access to my very own balcony overlooking the street below, the canal in front and the train station across the canal.

The other room used to be sparsely furnished with a couch, a fireplace and a network hub for the intenet connection. It now has the dresser and the desk that was in the main bedroom. Along with another TV which I wont use anyway.

This is what I love about being on an overseas assignment. You get to call an entirely different place "home". For this trip its the Neuwe Doelen Hotel. Sure, it has no kitchen, but we could never trade the free internet connection for food!

Oh yes, I also have two single beds connected together so its a pseudo-double bed. Which isnt very useful anyway because I'll only end up slipping in between the beds and find myself on the floor in the middle of the night. Maybe I should switch sides every other night. That way the other bed won't feel ignored.

In one more month or so, I'm moving out. I still have to find a place, but I'm pretty sure I can get one. I'm so excited!

Apr 10, 2005

worth coming home to

From Tori Amos' latest album, The Beekeeper

Sleeps with Butterflies

you say the word you know i will find you
or if you need some time i don't mind
i don't hold on to the tail of your kite
i'm not like the girls that you've known
but i believe i'm worth coming home to
kiss away night
this girl only sleeps with butterflies
with butterflies
so go on and fly then, boy

happy birthday jaque and april!


I know I'm almost always never there on your birthdays, but I'm always wishing you both well this time of the year
(and every other time too)

Apr 2, 2005

and so it happens...

Vatican spokesperson announces "Our beloved Holy Father John Paul II has returned to his home. Let us pray for him".

I don't think I'll forget my first ever Pope. More news at CNN.

...

I wish I have my other photos here with me

the particular photo I'd like to post here is the one I took of Pope John Paul II five years ago when my mom and I attended a mass at St. Peter's square. He was riding one of those mobiles that took him around the square and to the altar. It was the nearest I've ever been to the pope since we were seated near the path of the mobile.

Now the Pope is facing the last moments of his life, and I'm sad. Suddenly, I realize how much I missed out on when I wasnt able to take part in World Youth Day in Manila, suddenly I'm wishing I were more religious than I am now. Suddenly, I'm apprehensive of who the next Pope will be. Suddenly, I'm wishing I have more photos of him.

See, my mom takes pleasure in seeing photos of him. And I can fully understand. I myself feel like I am looking at a very sacred, very dedicated, very serene and peaceful man of God when I see images of him.

I'm one of the many who has never known another Pope. I guess that is about to change.

Apr 1, 2005

Beatrice turns 9

Ma. Beatrice D. Pampolina is nine years old today.
I spoke to her over the phone a while ago, and she told me that she and her mom are gonna go and have her new sandals changed to a bigger sized one. On the background I could hear little Sam (who is 11 months and 2 days old) talking baby-speak. Last time I saw her, she couldnt stand on her own yet, now she says Mama, Dada and is starting to walk I hear!
They're all growing so fast! I miss "my"kids.


Bea, December 25, 2004