Sunday, August 21, 2005

a note off the page of my moleskine

yesterday, i got myself one of the prettiest notebooks that hit the shelves of an office supply store. a moleskine large ruled notebook. admittedly, it was what i could call, an unnecessary splurge, but the past few days made me realize that i haven't attempted to start writing longhand again (an "unlearned how-to" after computers deliberately took over the entirety of my being). such justification is sufficient to plaster a predicted incessant blabber of my wife on why i purchased a notebook for no reason at all. hehe. my apologies to my better half.

anyway, the notebook will be my back-to-basics approach to writing. without the tempting glance at the thesaurus function of a word processing software nor my penchance for font styles and whatnots. it will be the dark ages sans the medievality of it. i know it will be difficult (the difficulty is given, i know, i relied ostensibly on thesauruses and other grammar reference tools in the past---something that i might refer to as "cheating"), however, it will pose as a challenge to my writing capacity.

meanwhile, i'm blogging. defeats the function of the moleskine, after all. nah. i'll scramble for this post in a few minutes. after which, i guess i'm entitled to a decent cup of a coffee-like decoction (sometimes, coffee makers make sludge out of a good bean bag, but with a little creamer manipulation, will taste like heaven on hell) and some finger stretching.

then i'm off to pen-and-paper planet, and drool at ink blots like Rorschach on prozacs.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

nightcap

posting at 3 minutes before two in the morning. a late nightcap for someone nocturnal.

been spewing lead on my private journal (other than this blog, i keep another journal in the confines of my notebook---away from the prying eyes of the cybervoyeurs), something that i haven't been able to do since i deleted most of my word processing applications prior to my departure to the US a year ago. yep. you know the reason.

anyway, i'm attempting to write a single thing. scrounging fellow bloggers for a thing or two to post-pad. nada. zit. kaput. so, this is an empty entry then. amplified by my inability to set my brain on fire and pull my knickers off. hehe. guess the exhibitionist in me somehow has his days in the loony bin.

sigh.

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Saturday, August 06, 2005

h-hour plus 12

i'm officially and technically twenty-six for 12 hours now. i guess time has its way of saying that you're old. and another 12 more hours and you're counting the next year.

another line on your forehead. mine has 26 lines pasted all over. not to mention the thousand plus gray hair i desperately try to conceal with a palmful of gel. four more years years and i'll step into another chronological dimension---which i think will clearly magnify the definition of "old". hehe.

i don't know. seem like birthdays are exceedingly overrated---a special occasion that shouldn't be. but merely a normal day wherein you're constantly reminded that you're on the ladder towards nonexistence (which is frighteningly real, i believe). i also think that this is the day when we reminisce the days and the year that passed, ruminate on what we've done for our own good, for the society and the for the ones close to us. admittedly, i haven't really been able to do all of those. to quote bono, "i'm stuck in the moment, and i can't get out of it". goes on to show that getting old is the cynical stage of life.

i'll cut the crap anyway. it's my birthday. i have to be happy, or at least, i should be.

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

podhead

finally got my birthday wish (well, one among the many, i'd say): an Apple iPod mini. courtesy of the wifey. hehe.

been drooling to buy an iPod since the fad hit the musically-inclined and the auditory-impaired. guess that finances had its way of saying better luck next time, pal, you still have plenty of bills to spare your buck, and like a little child deprived of the toy he wanted the most...

...on the corner, he wept. hehe. i'm exaggerating, i know.

now, i'm cajoling. a birthday gift two days in advance.

hehe.