Tinago Falls
Summer of 2012
NO WORDS CAN DESCRIBE. :)
Anonymous asked: You have a way with words, Kate.
I hope thank you is enough for making me feel tad happier today, Mysterious-Anon-Who-Knows-My-Name. :3 Thanks mucho! (Really?) :)))
Shark Story, Anyone?
I have a new four year old kid neighbor named Tiny. She wants to let me tell her a story about a shark. But I don’t know any story of a shark. Anyway, I made up a story of a shark.
Early morning was unexpectedly story-telling 101. HA! I was in the midst of watching NBA and here little Tiny goes restless on the couch, getting all my attention of wanting to tell her a story of a shark. (You can’t just resist the schmaltzy eyes of the child while repeatedly humming your name and who knows about a story of a shark, anyway?) As eager as she was to hear the ‘story of a shark’, I gave up the idea of not minding her, and so there I was - compelled to throw one made-up story for the sake of Tiny’s satisfaction and pray hastily get back watching the game.
And KABOOM!
Spontaneous story telling ain’t easy you lad. You have that three sentences going right and then, you suddenly came at loss for words. And you can’t just stop at the middle of your story because that kid’s eyes are glued on you and trying to absorb your story. You have to choose your words well and fast enough to keep the child gripped! Not only that but voice modulation as well! It was like being Scheherazade of the Arabian Nights minus the sheer talented story-teller part and the her-life-at-stake part. With all the panic if I could ever finish a sensible shark story, I finally have woven a story along the way injected with some moral lesson. :) When I think about it, I really could laugh at myself for having done such; so given that, there is really a slim hope of posting the ‘shark story’ here. But I’d be more than glad to share the names of the characters which I’m pretty proud of. :)
- King Shark Mumba
- Queen Shark Sheerah
- Baby Shark Bamba
Goodnight sharks!
thesleepyhead asked: I know it's late pero I just had the feeling na you designed your course shirt. I was right. Me gusta! Aww~ hi, Kate!
It has been a long time since someone dropped a message on my inbox! But hey! Thanks mucho Jen! It was a luck! ;) Thank You! And hoooye! We went sa clubhouse ganina. You didn’t come, why oh why?
and Hello Jen!
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Title: The Trapeze Swinger
Artist: Iron And Wine
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Please remember me, happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill and up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
But please remember me, fondly
I heard from someone you’re still pretty
And then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
Had such eloquent graffiti
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill and up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
But please remember me, fondly
I heard from someone you’re still pretty
And then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
Had such eloquent graffiti
And please remember me as in the dream
We had as rug burned babies
Among the fallen trees and fast asleep
Beside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like and even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see a trapeze
Swinger high as any savior
But please remember me, my misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain and chasing trains
The colored birds above their running
Among the fallen trees and fast asleep
Beside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like and even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see a trapeze
Swinger high as any savior
But please remember me, my misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain and chasing trains
The colored birds above their running
FUN IN GREY
Release the inner child in you. :) Played Catch the Elephant’s Tail. It’s much more fun when you’re playing with them, for real. There’s a certain unexplained degree of satisfaction you get after you get to run and chase with them. Kids are always worth it.
Late editing for the Culmination Program yesterday night and nearly dozed off with some dark chocolate with 60%cacao lingering in my mouth. Add it up with Fleet Foxes’ Helplessness Blues blasting through the speakers.
For the never-the-fleeting summer fun. You can all hear at the GREENNICHE. Enjoy listening! :D
(summer birthday mixtape for Cynie)
It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd…Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery, and death…and yet, I think this cruelty will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.
The Diary of Anne Frank
It’s been about two years since I had these two together. Funny how some things don’t change.
We never grew out our dorkiness.
Otter & Blotts
Suman Apprentice
I have been spoiled by my dear lola’s delicacies (biko, puto, suman, etc.) ever since during childhood. Undoubtedly, she has been a master of her own field. She’s been doing it for almost forty years already - yes, half of her present age. Every holidays, when we come over to visit them, there has never been a chance where we don’t get to cook and have our own fair share in indulging her delicacies. And just this recent holy week, I am fancied by the idea of bringing in my self as apprentice to my dear lola.
First sign! she appreciated the way I molded and rolled the suman (photos above). Way to go apprentice! :D
carpe diem
An itching bucket of thoughts with a pinch of blithe spontaneity. Junior psychology major who marvels life more and more every morning she wakes up and is happy enough to share her usual cup of tea and do hug trees! :)
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