Category Archives: laundry therapy
getting better
im back to wherever i was, only better. im grateful to be working these past few weeks. busy bee, but i am loving it. finally working on solo projects as production designer! yey! trying my best to keep giving my all. i cant gamble away this opportunity by getting lazy or being uptight about things. keeping positive is the key. and it’s time to pay it forward 😀 a behind-the-scenes photo of me prepping up piolo pascual got printed on the clear black valentine inserts in yes magazine. finally got a 19-inch widescreen LCD and a video card to go with that. i feel like a new man! haha also my dad’s medication has worked for him and he called yesterday that his cancer cell count has gone down and his prostate has reduced its size to 50%. cheers and more here next week. Godbless y’all
the storm
two days ago manila was hit by the worst storm in 11 years. and i had to be at the office at the time. edsa was practically deserted. the office was turning into a jungle right before my eyes. walked out at 3 and decided to take a hike from mandaluyong to cubao. walk therapy.
when i got to araneta center, decided to stop killing myself and took the bus to philcoa. forgot to get off from too much thinking about too much thinking and missed my stop. got off vanguard instead and despite legs hurting had to walk across devasted UP to get to vinzons. no jeep in sight. at katipunan only resto open were jollibee and shakeys. had to wait in line for hours. thankful for dinner at joven’s with tatems. laid down but couldnt sleep from thinking too much about thinking too much.
lights came back at 11pm and tried getting online in vain. slept again and took temporary solace listening to sad love songs from elton john’s aida.
“sometimes in my darkest thoughts,
I wish I’d never learned/
what it is to be in love
and have that love returned”
-radames and aida,
“written in the stars” aida
laundry therapy
yesterday i did my laundry. whites first. then a mix of greys greens and maroons. the blues was next before the batch of underwear. occupied myself with laundry and missed lunch. went to church and learned i wasnt liturgist that evening. dressed up for nothing. dinner buddies were not available. went home to eat pancit canton, checked mail then slept at 10pm.
“hey rod, nicky, can you help us settle something?”
“certainly!”
“whose life sucks more? brian’s or mine?”
“ours!”
– brian, kate monster, nicky and rod, “it sucks to be me” avenue q
didnt have time to do laundry. brought 14.8 kilos of laundry (half of what i needed to be cleaned) to barangka for washing. got it today (after 2 days). my clothes now smell of fabric softener. but my life remains hard and in need of a fix.
“dont breathe too deep/ dont think all day/ dive into work/ drive the other way/ that drip of hurt/ that pint of shame/ goes away/ just play the game.”
– mark cohen, “what you own,” rent
the punjab lasso
keeping your hands at the level of your eyes
i reread the libretto today and it explained why we keep our hands at the level of our eyes. thus reads:
GIRY: But remember: your hand at the level of your eyes!
RAOUL: but (hu-)why…?
GIRY: Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet. Now Piangi.
MEG (holding up her hand): Like this, monsieur. I’ll come with you.
GIRY: No, Meg! No, you stay here!
(to Raoul): Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too late…
this part of the song wasnt included in the film thus a lot were confused, myself included, with the significance of the action. of course Buquet was talking about the magic lasso in the middle of the first act but that didnt explain much. in the stage version the lasso would magically suspend itself in mid-air (that’s how it caught raoul in the underground lair).
enough talk about lassos and opera ghosts.
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today’s a day off thank God. it gave me the opportunity to do the rest of my laundry, which consists mostly of sheets and towels. now i can change my bedspreads and sleep on freshly washed cotton sheets. the beauty of washing machines and spin dryers. i bet you havent thanked God they were invented 🙂 it’s about time you do.
benjamin padero 