tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92006683899495667612024-11-01T19:49:33.565+08:00Wipe OutCathartic musings from the abyssKinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-74301315697232189572015-02-07T23:26:00.003+08:002015-02-07T23:27:23.234+08:00Randomness
I decided to swallow my pride, stop ranting and be more patient with my older students, who are notorious for complaining about their grades. With eyes closed, I gave them the highest grade so that they wouldn't bug the living daylights out of me. I feel that I'm compromising what I believe in, but, I have no choice.
Aside from rectifying the grades, I have to stay. Stay. S-T-A-Y. Rinse. Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-14958682426129637782015-02-06T00:41:00.000+08:002015-02-06T00:46:28.670+08:00Minuit
I can't sleep. I need to be up in a few hours, but, I can't will my mind to shutdown. I need to talk to someone. I want to talk to my bestfriend who's awake at the other side of the world, but, I feel like our conversation would turn into an argument and I'm the jerk for ranting about wanting to quit my teaching job.
The only thing that irritates me so much is that after agreeing to rectify Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-44383996832821045852014-12-28T23:37:00.001+08:002014-12-28T23:37:23.823+08:00Push
When you think of giving up, think about the _______ you're purchasing soon.
When you think about about slipping, think about the _______ you'll be giving up in exchange for a piece of crap.
When you think about renouncing everything you believed in, think about the _________ waiting for you next year.
You did not lose. Be grateful for the strength to fight.
Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-85143572266069280752014-12-08T00:04:00.002+08:002014-12-08T01:05:39.495+08:00Embracing Pain
For someone who badly needs a hug, tonight was just awkward. Sure, it's the first time that I met a really long-time online friend and it would be normal to give him a friendly hug. I think he sensed this apprehension although I was really my bubbly and very accommodating self--but with a little mask on.
Ok, maybe there's this unwritten code of respect that I want him to feel especially sinceKinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-32553969394959572522014-11-06T22:28:00.000+08:002014-11-06T22:29:09.012+08:00EOD
Decluttering my mind.
80% done with my pedagogical requirements (long exams and essay-checking + grade sheets).
40% finished with data collection for two majors: translation and historical documents dating back more than 300 years. No need to hop over the SIL Library for related literature.
60% done with ongoing online classes. Essays + quizzes = Verified Certificates!
35% prepared Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-29116710971908204662014-10-19T22:39:00.000+08:002014-10-19T22:39:37.806+08:00Distracted Lucy
Almost a week left before finals. Checking students' essays on geopolitics and history could be tedious especially for a certified grammarnazi. Let me indulge in some temporary albeit superficial mushiness. If only there was someone to make me remember all the things I forced myself to forget.
Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-26082105046582843092014-09-20T16:15:00.000+08:002014-09-20T16:15:24.772+08:00Disgusted
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Having friends from all walks of life and hearing their stories have sometimes fascinated me or sometimes, they would leave me with an unshakeable recoil.
One such story was that of a close friend whose boyfriend raped the younger sister of her friend. She broke up with the guy just a Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-81182698907167621982014-07-28T23:14:00.001+08:002014-07-29T02:14:18.790+08:00Fed Up
I don't know if I'm supposed to be flattered, annoyed or insulted whenever a long-time family friend finally musters his courage to tell me that he had feelings for me some years back. This had happened too many times I've lost count. Thing is, I feel sorry for their wives. Why the heck are they telling me this when they've been married for a long time and have two or four kids in tow?
Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-58683530715039959752014-04-13T21:33:00.002+08:002014-04-13T23:41:08.853+08:001Q14
The first part of this year has been pretty amazing and I can't complain with all the blessings coming in and all the awesome experiences jam-packed into just a couple of months.
Stuff that happened in no particular order--just making a random list:
1. Joined the Worldwide Walk for Typhoon Yolanda victims.
2. Accidentally took part in the One Billion Rising just because I had to meet up Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-61324619291337544902014-01-12T02:39:00.002+08:002014-01-12T02:39:28.414+08:00The Phone Call
My cousin rang me up and I knew I had to take this call even if my batt was running low. His words resonated deeply.
"Ate, I want to thank you for making me happy. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have met her. I really hope that you'll be finally happy. With all the selflessness that you're doing, I'm praying that one day, a guy will come to love you and sweep you off your feet. You deserve Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-22760357542708377162014-01-12T01:22:00.000+08:002014-01-15T07:52:24.415+08:00Ad Perpetuam Memoriam
Attended a concert the other night to watch my blind cousin sing. Before her turn came, there was an old tenor who sang this:
"Lagi Kitang Naaalala"
Lyrics by: Levi Celerio
Music by: Leopoldo Silos
I think of you always
Even if I try
to forget you
Or forget you were part of
My life
I still dream of you
While I attempt to forget you
It becomes more intense
My love for you
Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-39249065061716167162014-01-11T23:35:00.000+08:002014-01-15T07:51:29.796+08:00Ad Infinitum
I am humbled. The chance to be able to reach out to polar extremes is rare. Before this year even started, an exclusive interview with the highest ambassador entailed visiting him at his residence. Warmly-welcomed, his wife went out of her way to make my entire team be at ease. It was a most unlikely shoot, but they were more than happy to accommodate. Afterwards, the ambassador spoke about Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-79638938798595756822013-12-24T23:15:00.000+08:002013-12-24T23:54:02.255+08:00Affirmation
And when I thought that my day is ruined, that all hope is gone--comes an unexpected answer:
"One percent is what's important."
Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-51232533428782433942013-12-16T01:21:00.000+08:002013-12-16T01:21:16.290+08:00사랑해요HTML. Java. Haskell.
Diplomacy. Scientific translation.
Numbers. Stocks.
Speaking in tongues.
Korean is love.
Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-50334687396932070552013-11-16T19:16:00.002+08:002013-11-16T19:19:36.273+08:00Virtual Bus Ride II
The Sunday before
the biggest strong hit,
I dreamt of you.
Climbed on the bus,
too full, I had
to stand up and
steady myself...
A hand on my waist--
looked at it;
the fingers were all
too familiar
They're yours.
I felt safe.
[Fade to black]
A giant plaza.
We both sat down,
tried to make up
for the lost
time;
The years melted...
wanted to rest Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-68999528886021054822013-10-12T00:28:00.002+08:002013-10-12T00:37:14.792+08:00Post Scriptum
Once in a while, it feels great to have some form of reaffirmation. To have some sort of support and appreciation when you least expect it. Mine came from a friend who said that his first impression of me was that I was this person who was larger than life, who could do anything. Be anyone.
I told him it was all a mask.
He said, "No, you were the one who had it all figured out. You knowKinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-31259248501809050592013-10-10T18:02:00.000+08:002013-10-10T18:15:03.912+08:00Disappearing Act
Holding back. Holding out.Retreating into my shell. I'm innocent, but, why am I acting guiltily? That I had done something wrong and I don't want to be seen. Why am I choosing reclusion?Why am I scared to be in front of the camera again? They just want me to say a goodbye-thank-you message for being a part of their program, after they conveniently sacked me, but, I couldn't make myself to be allKinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-52561868199417444772013-10-09T01:35:00.001+08:002013-10-10T18:04:53.458+08:00Twist of Fate
Can't shake off this sense of foreboding the whole day. I wanted to wean myself out of facebook to avoid toxic memories, but, something drew me to check.
Bingo.
My childhood friend from Malaysia posted a shoutout saying that she lost her ex-lover. I just had to message and comfort her somehow. I thought it was her fiancé who died, turns out, it was her ex-husband who used to sleep around Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-76094374705417398732013-10-07T15:17:00.000+08:002013-10-07T15:17:01.459+08:00The Day the Music Died
After I was severed, I couldn't make myself listen to anything. I had no choice but to drown in K-pop because I couldn't understand the lyrics. Even Japanese hurt my ears. Somehow, Portuguese is the only Romance language I could listen to, other than that, I'd rather choose silence over remembrance.
The same is true with the written word. The other day, I had no choice but to read something Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-76876604939415602482013-10-04T18:55:00.000+08:002013-10-04T18:58:17.468+08:00Managing Expectations
No email. No closure.
No confirmation as to whether or not I'm going to Brussels over the weekend for a week-long seminar.
Nada. Zilch. Imasen.
I have a feeling there's a deeper reason why I'm not going next week, aside from the fact that I need to help in facilitating the partnership/coverage between my big bosses and the representatives from Europe.
Are the delays protecting me fromKinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-17381648425737913832013-09-29T00:09:00.000+08:002013-09-29T00:10:47.703+08:00Lubitel Love Part 1
"I want to give her a camera for her birthday, but, I don't know which one. There's a couple of vintage ones that I've pegged, could you check them out?"
"Go! Send me the links," I typed.
So, yeah, from what started out as a simple favor of being a messenger for my love-sick ex-classmate, I'm being consulted for the perfect gift. Ok, it's a "going-away" gift, it had to be really special.
Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-90708532993538858692013-09-26T12:34:00.000+08:002013-09-26T12:34:28.167+08:00Note To Self"Come to the edge...and fly!"
Got this from my aunt today. Too tired to elaborate. Too scared and hurt to say anything.Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-39743918437939783162013-09-09T13:04:00.001+08:002013-09-09T14:57:36.085+08:00The Bonchon Chronicles
"T***-san you lost weight! But you look younger!"For someone who loved to eat, I'd love to thank my genes for barely piling on the fat. I was supposed to treat him out to lunch, but, my friend's conscience got the best of him and paid for everything. Or so he said.The orders came in. "How's the MA going?" he asked."Changed majors in one day. Could you believe it? I've got a progressive reading Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-12106759998268822592013-04-02T10:00:00.000+08:002013-04-02T10:00:03.005+08:00Carpe Diez
via
I'm celebrating my 10th year in the office today--über grateful that I'm given the chance to make a difference and reach out to a lot of people.
Through the ups and downs, even if I had a time machine, I'll go through everything again...well, maybe some.
Kidding aside, it's been quite a ride and I'd like to extend my gratitude to all those who made the journey Kinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200668389949566761.post-88280455573039008012013-01-12T08:30:00.000+08:002013-01-12T08:30:01.954+08:00Sanctity vs. Sanctuary
These words aren't mine but, let the voice of my poetess-friend echo the stirrings of my soul:
"Someone who has experienced a life-altering love, whether the outcome is tragic or otherwise would never violate its sanctity by settling for something less.
If love were so convenient and logical, its value would deteriorate. But some people burn at the stake for love, tear their families apartKinjikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15222872965426305640noreply@blogger.com0