living in a baCkpack

effing PRIMARY TEXT

If these authors (of primary text) intend to make readers feel stupid, then today, they have succeeded. I have reread it for the effing nth time and yet, there's nothing close to epiphany or gist or a popping... more

Previous blog entries:
Jun 15	-	30 years. 30 days.
RV's favorite blog entries:
Jun 21	-	warm bed; cold morning
Jun 7	-	time out; method to this madness
Jun 6	-	concealment
Jun 3	-	stranger in your own country
May 29	-	CRAMMING MODE. Hell, no! application for grad studies essay due 8 hours from now
May 25	-	Biga with loose translation/Libog
May 15	-	this happiness scares me
May 4	-	greaseman wanders above his head
Apr 18	-	NIKON or CANON? :: no longer a pain in the patooty
Apr 7	-	flat Monday afternoon, aimless walk, cockfight and ATV
Mar 24	-	day 9 :: bedroom voice on a department store’s public address system and goose bumps
Mar 23	-	day 8 :: Sunday lunch and kick-ass mode
Mar 22	-	7 :: spending the night with Virginia
Mar 21	-	(day 6) Judas and His Phallus: The Carnivalesque Narratives of Holy Week
Mar 20	-	day 5 ||| Dumaguete: Thursday rush hour
Mar 19	-	day 4 :: till the cow comes home
Mar 18	-	day 3 :: the water baby learns competitive swimming
Mar 17	-	day 2 :: the trip to the self-service laundromat
Mar 16	-	day one :: standing behind 7 luggages
Mar 14	-	I'm going bonkers
Mar 6	-	advanced finger exercise 103 :: buayahon with translation
Jan 21	-	how the air reeks of ammonia and spoiled lunch
Jan 7	-	finger exercise
Dec 16	-	random Saturday madness
Dec 6	-	laundry list that come few and far between the heap
Dec 4	-	slip in the whole nine yards
Nov 6	-	The empty whisky glass is rolling and my mouth is parched.
Oct 28	-	not knowing the one who she thought had waited has changed his lock
Oct 26	-	a different hangover
Oct 4	-	a glass of dirt cheap California red
Sep 24	-	kissing the mOon and running in circles
Sep 19	-	coffee stain that knifes pages after pages after pages
Aug 7	-	skin diving in Pescador island ::
Jul 28	-	il postino :: readings by Julia Roberts, Sting etc...before I hit the sack
Jun 11	-	bala|< | kamalig ni Lena
May 17	-	stomping ground at USC
Apr 22	-	Spin Off
Apr 3	-	Shorts and Sleepers to School for Summer
Mar 9	-	the Big Brother asked
Dec 6	-	Her 10 Peso Worth of Happiness: Priceless
Nov 27	-	Making Myself Obsolete
Nov 24	-	schooled thru wandelust
Oct 26	-	a plastic cup and a fish wrapper also tells a story
Oct 23	-	provincial nostalgia: Silay, Victorias and Bacolod
Sep 10	-	facing inner demons
Nov 12	-	1950's charm
May 15	-	of firetrees that burn all summer, and old lighthouses too
Sep 10	-	sudden f|ction [attempt] :: Beautiful Pain

    "Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children." --Kahlil Gibran  

  

            A teacher who establishes rapport with the taught, becomes one with them, learns more from them than he teaches them. He who learns nothing from his disciples is, in my opinion, worthless. Whenever I talk with someone I learn from him. I take from him more than I give him. In this way, a true teacher regards himself as a student of his students. If you will teach your pupils with this attitude, you will benefit much from them. --Mahatma Gandhi