Influences (or Why I Write the Way I Do)

Natalie Goldberg (free-flowing writing)
Clarissa Pinkola Estes (wild woman writing)
Jane Hutchison (direct-to-the-point writing)
Ernest Hemingway (simple words writing)

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Vitti's 8 Things

heat, drink hot water
share the number with ericson
put on black socks
greet cora a happy birthday
put on sock on left foot
google pattinson's new girl
greet the Man a happy morning
start the thesis

...8 things to do before breakfast
better than Alice's

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Hanap Ka

Nag uuran
Nag iinom
Nagkakakan
Naghahalat
Nagtetext
Pero ang gusto
Iba
Ika
Sana.

Monday, September 29, 2014

A Repeat

i am just too nice
at hindsight, being tough
is temporary, a defense
but still, how i wish
i could be tough all the way
and not be used this way
too nice, too nice
this guilt, this guilt
not wise, not wise

Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Vitae

is there something i don't know
something that will be done
me, blind-sided
but i'm doing this
this piece of document
revised, updated
hopefully true to form
i am tired of moving
but doing this
for doing's sake
is there something i should know?

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Haven

It is ready.
It's prepared.
We'll take care
Of anyone.
Anyone

Friday, September 26, 2014

Good Enough

the supervisor wants a change in the framing of chapter 2, the lit review chapter.

while i've always maintained the wisdom of supervisors as a guiding light, at this stage of the thesis, with the ever increasing workload and its demands on the field, there are reservations.

i'm coming to think whether it is just enough, to just submit, a 'good enough' thesis. just as, there is no perfect government, no perfect relationship, no perfect document.  can i just submit a 'good enough' thesis, pass it to the muster of the external supervisors, and see where we go from there.

i will give this thought, some thought, before sending out an email to the principal supe.

i want to run past the finish line, past this mountain.

will 'good enough' work?

and yes, i will endeavor to blog, every day, again.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Preparations...Thesis It!

no sweater, no chapter 3. four days in baguio and not prepared to thesis.

perhaps it's being out of rhythm, after going home, finally, after 8 weeks. still out of sync because of norway. still homing in, with the relieving but scary thought, that the Man is here to stay. he may have his moments, his hiccups, but he's not budging.

so...

it does not only take discipline to finish a thesis, a chapter. this time, chapter 3.

it takes advanced preparation. a chapter 3 in the bag, should be the priority.

just like this sweater, that should have been perfect for sleeping, for exercise. amid this cold weather.

ahhh...but why fret vitti? you have another jacket.

and in this laptop, there is one other thing you can do for the thesis, other than chapter 3.

READ, READ, READ. THESIS IT.

PREPARE STILL.

DISCIPLINE + PREPARATIONS = THESIS

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Why This Should Happen

We don't have to ' be with' each other all the time
We have to respect each other's silences
When Gibran says, 'Let the heavens dance between you.'
It means taking private space with the Universe
That's why, I don't fret, rarely nag, hardly question
So it's no big deal to retain sweet time, for me
In togetherness, there is no stealing you as well
You will understand, now by the hard way
But you will get it, appreciate THIS is how US works, in time

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Sundo

ubos na fries
iphone pa low bat na
wala ka pa
nabilang na
naka step-in, crocs
at flip-flops
wala pa rin
babaeng naka belo
nakadamit ng di pantay ang laylayan
C5 pa rin
pilipinang kasama'y hapon
anak na naka puting boots
anak na maitim at afro
gas paubos sa haba ng trapik
gaano kalayo
ang las pinas sa airport
pumila na sa burger king
wala pa rin ang luntiang sasakyan
ang paghihintay
ng naghihintay
walang sawang hintay
sa darating na't
aabot pa

Friday, September 12, 2014

Into Me

we did our thing. dazed, heady and relieved. then we talked a bit. both our eyes closed. and in a way, i wished he was really with me, beside me, breathing the same air, flesh to flesh, my fair against his dark skin. and when we said goodbye, for the night, i almost quivered with a cry. a sadness hard to acknowledge and accept. he's getting into me already. he's becoming a part of me.