curtains for once i actually rose before sunset on a weekend.

animated conversation in the first floor dining area. it is their voice that wakes me, their singing ilonggo. when i was little my mother and aunts would gossip in that language during bedtime over my siblings and i. i've associated it with lullabyes and protection. as expected, conversation is the latest from the province, or at least, memories from the recently-arrived. my mother sounds happiest, her clipped ilonggo illiciting excited responses from my aunt and uncle, several times removed. an entire house floor muffles their advice and their laughter, but their happiness is clear as day.

they're so remarkable, that generation. i don't think i can hack maintaining my language or my sensibilities like that, but there are some things i pray i will never learn from them. they want to put up a store called "the three sisters" in front of the "two sisters" store already in place at the town plaza in thier hometown. how cheesy is that!

yellow sunlight waits through my window blinds. i love it! ahahaha. i tell the day i finally caught you, and i know it is beautiful out. the snow on the ground will reflect light back so everything looks sharper, crisper. yellow indoor ceiling lamps cannot compare.

someone's opened our living room blinds so all that sunlight comes through.

our relatives have retreated to the basement where their work continues. the phone rings incessantly for more relatives who call, and the tv's chattering away as well.

ok wait, i hafta play dakilang utusan muna -   ¶ 1/23/2005 03:36:00 PM