after one week road tripping across the western coast of luzon, home has become my space at the third row of our rented van beside my sister iana, and neighbors have become the 400+ kilometers of strangeness that stretches from manila to vigan.
now we're back in our house here in ormoc. i'm still reeling from the awesome-full trip, and this house in ormoc feels like a place we all go house to, not necessarily go home to.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
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i love appreciation. i love watching the arcade fire on youtube (and maybe LIVE will be better). i love reading arundhati roy and the courage of arundhati roy. i love eating baby ruth chocolate, brookeside's chocolate bowl almond flavor, peanut butter chocolates (but i hate anything else that's peanut buttery), and chocolate-covered almond nuts. i love binging on grilled barbecue (it's never less than 3 sticks). i love wasting my time at the beach. i love bienni my love. i love biking downhill with the air breezing swiftly past my face. i love binging (on food mostly). i love blogging and virtual wandering (hopping from one blog page to another, from one wikipedia entry to another). i love browsing the shelves at the national bookstore, looking for a new book. i love listening to the broken social scene. i love seeing my bylines. i love Christmas Eve than Christmas day itself. i love the smell of processed cinnamon and an actual cinnamon stick. i love flying past clouds, especially when they're at their colorful best. i love daydreaming (who doesn't?!). i love what devotchka did for little miss sunshine. i love being with my family more than anything in the world. i love looking up at fireworks (i never tire of them). i love (and am crazy about) french fries with fish and with chicken salt. i love being surrounded by fish. i love and adore gentlemen. i love gilby clarke and his easy judging stint at rockstar supernova (ok, he looks like louie talan). i love ice cream and trying out new flavors. i love looking at jake gyllenhaal. i love the rush of jet skiing. i love reading joel stein (for updated works, go to time.com). i love john irving's comical characters and out of the box stories. i love snacking on junkfood at work. i love crying over kristoff's non-affection. i love mango floats (and it's never one serving only). i love dreaming of Manila (and i love how this guy is changing how people see Manila). i love surprise text messages from long lost friends. i love my mini library at my lovely desk in cebu. i love adoring lino cayetano. i love long hairs on guys. i love watching louie talan strum his bass guitar. i love music. i love the hippie happy of natalia diaz's articles. i love reading book summaries (and this makes me unmindful of the many hours i unconsciously spend at the bookstore). i love the idea of a boy named noel. i love ngohiong with hot sauce and puso, especially when served at work. i love arriving in ormoc in the morning, when the sun is at its full glory, when the market is just opening, when i walk thru the crowd lining up for the ride back to cebu. i love staring at paolo soler (ouch). i love pastillas from carigara (so much that i insist they are the best in the world; a pack of 100 we got yesterday was emptied tonight between me, papa and ting). i love the pecan tarts at the postrio, especially the tart grenablois (sounds complicated, basta it's the thick chocolate tart... don't share it with anybody). i love the penman. i love taking and collecting photographs. i love pineapple dinners. i love pound cupcakes. i love red horse beer conversations. i love laughing at rj ledesma. i love imagining the first, and who knows the only, day robert schwartzman and i will meet. i love seeing shia labeouf on screen. i love the nostalgic elements of the music of the shins. i love the timelessness of the simpsons. i love siomai (never less than 4 pieces). i love speeding in the sea. i love sundays anywhere with the family. i love back issues of time magazine which i get from my pop (so i'm always late by 1-2 mos). i love touchdowns in other countries. i love the thrill of turning 30 (and the thrill of having to go thru "did i make the most of the last 1o years?" again like i did when i turned 20). i love plunging into the underwaters. i love the santol and rambutan season; too much i dont know what to eat when their season's over. i love Sydney; too much i can imagine living down there. i love the musical daring of the updharmadown. i love watching at somebody else's vibrato (never mine). i love it when the highest pitch of the violin steals my focus from the rest of the world. i love the violin. i love trying out the wengweng of the different bars. i love dipping my face in cold sea water.
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