“Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience…” – ee cummings
This is the first post. And it feels like the first kiss of the ink and the white page. I have been so wary about writing or even creating a blog for I knew it would always be like some kind of literary challenge for me to write an entry. I cannot discount the fact that being a teacher, a literature teacher for that matter, would of course rouse certain expectations from students just in case they happen to see this blog.
I’m at ease with friends though. With them, I can simply be the old seemingly-a-butch-hunched-girl who liked Math and Science, who carried her inhaler as if there was a secret pocket in her skin just for it, spent a good deal of time in the prefect of discipline and principal’s office during her high school days, tied her classmates’ shoelaces, was a proud member of the NTBO, ate four cups of rice and 3 BBQ sticks during the 20-minute recess, wore brown sandals during the prom (To Shelly who couldn’t fathom and is certainly choking at the sight of it - I’d rather wear something comfortable instead of using the white shoes I wore with the pink gown (ugh!) for the cotillion which gave me a shit load of blisters. I have really sensitive feet!), and was rather the closet literature lover/aspiring fictionist or poet whose eccentricity is well known but whose depth is only for a few.
Yet the idea of a blog excites me. I’d like to state my acknowledgments to Shelly Toribio and Tonton Guerrero before I have a memory gap. Anyway, it excites me because the net to me is like a galaxy well, and with each bucket, you pull gallons of different waters of constellations, meteors, satellites, all from the same well, forgive the analogy. I was even thinking of an anonymous blog so that I can simply be a nameless dot in the void and only I, knew that there is some significance in it because only I know that it exists…and that’s stirring. (Niño/Igme sprouted this idea last night.) I know, I know, time to consult a Freud enthusiast.
This is the first post. And it feels like the first kiss of the ink and the white page. I have been so wary about writing or even creating a blog for I knew it would always be like some kind of literary challenge for me to write an entry. I cannot discount the fact that being a teacher, a literature teacher for that matter, would of course rouse certain expectations from students just in case they happen to see this blog.
I’m at ease with friends though. With them, I can simply be the old seemingly-a-butch-hunched-girl who liked Math and Science, who carried her inhaler as if there was a secret pocket in her skin just for it, spent a good deal of time in the prefect of discipline and principal’s office during her high school days, tied her classmates’ shoelaces, was a proud member of the NTBO, ate four cups of rice and 3 BBQ sticks during the 20-minute recess, wore brown sandals during the prom (To Shelly who couldn’t fathom and is certainly choking at the sight of it - I’d rather wear something comfortable instead of using the white shoes I wore with the pink gown (ugh!) for the cotillion which gave me a shit load of blisters. I have really sensitive feet!), and was rather the closet literature lover/aspiring fictionist or poet whose eccentricity is well known but whose depth is only for a few.
Yet the idea of a blog excites me. I’d like to state my acknowledgments to Shelly Toribio and Tonton Guerrero before I have a memory gap. Anyway, it excites me because the net to me is like a galaxy well, and with each bucket, you pull gallons of different waters of constellations, meteors, satellites, all from the same well, forgive the analogy. I was even thinking of an anonymous blog so that I can simply be a nameless dot in the void and only I, knew that there is some significance in it because only I know that it exists…and that’s stirring. (Niño/Igme sprouted this idea last night.) I know, I know, time to consult a Freud enthusiast.
So now, I’m bemusedly grinning, seeing that I have written three paragraphs when I was adamant to write even just a line a few minutes ago. I guess like Cefie’s eyes, this would be another place which I have never traveled, yet am gratefully and gladly experiencing.
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