December 2005
7 posts
Happy New Year
Manigong Bagong Taon!
CHRISTMAS
Christmas this year was strange. I worked the whole weekend. No Noche Buena or anything like that. John went to the the apartment upstairs for a Christmas Eve party with our foreign neighbors. I stayed with my work and a bottle of Moscato d’Asti.
MERRY CHRISTMAS INDEED!!!
So boys and girls, the universe has sent me quite a Christmas package. I just sealed two freelance projects and I’m really happy. Woohoo! The first project is for stylecareers.com. Basically, I’ve been contracted to write an e-guide on how to become a fashion publicist. It’s one of those how-to’s that are all over the internet right now. 15,000 words in two and a...
Requiem for Tears
A False Poem in Progress I realize now that I am in mourning. It is a long wake, a quiet funeral unraveled in the empty spaces of daily life. A tear falls for moments that will never be. Two more for the death of a girl who never really was. Still another for my scanty piecemeal memories. They fall on a body sawed in two. I cry harder, knowing that my splintered selves will never be...
LINK
The life of an African-American Assistant Teacher in Japan. I got it from Pology and it’s damn funny. Want to know what Japanese kids REALLY ask their American teachers (who are there to teach them English?) Two words: BIGGU DIKKU. And they try to grab it too. Head on there, my friends, and see for yourself how tough a teacher’s life can be.
Year-ender
Got this from Bunny: Get the first few sentences of the first post of each month and that’s your Review of 2005. So, here’s mine. 2005’s Review in Blog Posts. January: Another one of those. I may even have already done this one. But what the hell. February: Did I ever mention that this was out and that I’m in it? (Referring to Altar Magazine, where a story of mine was...
Ho-hum
In New York you have to decide what your career’s worth, what your dreams are worth, what you’re worth, on the twitching of your gut. Oftentimes you have to decide really, really fast. No one waits for you in New York. In deciding between a job or a story, between comfort and passion, between normal and a one-in-a-million chance to be great — in between hopping from one life...