UP and everything with it

so, this is how it is. working in UP.

less pollution.
student-rate cafeteria.
no-stress commute.
summer breeze.
rain surprises.
peace and quiet.
rustling leaves.
shopping center.
coop kare-kare.
winner bookstore.

(this is near coop. formerly a photocopying place. i bought gabriel's the general in his labyrinth and waller's bridges of madison county for 520! hardbound. brand new. great titles too. no need to stretch those neck muscles and flex those thighs when looking for good titles in booksale shops. give me more time and powerbooks will soon be forgotten.)

yummy fruit smoothies.
isaw and friends who drop by because of it.

(friends who wouldn't admit to missing me. fine, maybe its really the isaw, but hey i am definitely a bonus!)

mangga't bagoong.
a walk in the park.

yes, work is work is work is work.
however, UP can give google workplaces a good run for their money.

twitter

rosemarie got me writing again.
she knows me quite well: one lazy lazy girl who does not keep her blog updated.

so, she offered a solution: twitter.

it only asks one question: "what am i doing?".
and i get to answer that via IM.
and i have its badge posted here.

in passing

5 months passed and no words seem to come out.
not that there had been a shortage.
it is just that writing forces one to remember.
an errand jotted down is more likely remembered than an errand committed to memory.

memories blur in time.
stories spun from memories are most likely be questioned.
not just by oneself, but by one's audience too.
questions brought about by the confusion of
what actually happened and what would one have wanted to happen.

pain and happiness mixed,
overwhelming emotions, exultations.
a friend said "this too shall pass"
if one is counting on the passing, why bother with the remembering?

memories make one alive.
but the living already happened when the story was being created by reality.
memories are sweet.
as one ages, one becomes more gracious.
that is the ideal, but it generally happens.

so i write again
and count on the memories come the years
to be sweet and blurry and make me all alive and well.