Journal tidbits...

...cuz I want to check in but haven’t had the time of day lately.

Monday.

Back to Manila. Back to the rush of regular life: sitting in Ching Tan room, waiting for a Theo film viewing, classmates giddy & gigglish over God-knows-what. Earlier did my best to zone out Heights underclassmen & their friends to read thru readings for Third World Lit—only to find out that DM wouldn’t be around. Finished Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner on the plane back from Iloilo. Touching. Poignant ending. Brought a tear to my eye. Bought Katrina Tuvera’s Jupiter Effect at National, Katipunan. Still no Free Press. Lacuesta playing a prank?

Tuesday.

George W. Bush makes his final State of the Union Address.

A couple of days back, Suharto died.

Squatters forced out of East Service Road. Rocks were being thrown at military trucks. Dad insists I take a cab. It takes long to get one. Was late for an interview. High schoolers think I’m a worthy thesis topic. Attended a talk by David Guerrero organized by Karla Delgado and AComm. Interesting. But advertising really not for me. I hear Sir Marne’s echo.

Wednesday.

Tried an interesting concept: studied for Theo quiz. Think it paid off: B at least. Heard Sir Sawi's in town; his book launch in UST. Did not go. Jessica Zafra came to campus. She lives off book sales. Lucky.

Ted Kennedy & Caroline Kennedy endorse Barrack Obama.

In Kenya, tribal conflict rampart.

Larry will be butchering the latest draft of my academic essay in preparation for my post-immersion consultation next week. This he told me during Lit Night—after he read; before Vince did his John Ashbery inspired reading of 2 originals. After, April & I watched Ricky Abad’s rendition of The Wayside Café by Tony Perez at the Art Gallery. The Death of Memory & now this: Abad’s in his purgatorial phase.

John Edwards drops out of race.

Rudy Giuliani drops out, endorses John McCain.

Thursday.

Scampering to get submissions for Heights seniors’ folio ready. Headache. Printer wouldn’t work. Weather is crazy hot. Acosta on his game during class. When he’s on, he’s on. Smart dude. Heart’s in the right place—or so it seems. A nation’s hope? Not him alone. But he’s necessary.

Waiting for Luigi to email the latest part of our group paper due tomorrow. I want to sleep. In 4 hours, I leave for immersion. I don’t want to go.