Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Friday, August 02, 2002
Eidelweiss Guttenberg ang pangalan ni Ina Raymundo sa Pangako…
Ronron texted again to tell me this. Which means he already read my blog up to that part.
It’s eerie when other people know things about you without actually being there. But I also get this warm feeling that they actually care.
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Ronron now has a blog. Being the good friend that I am, I would like to promote his to the people who visit my page.
I came up with several reasons why you should read his blog.
He’s my soulmate in book, television, and movie reviews. I know if I enjoy a fiction, he will too. We’re jologs. We don’t like to complicate a movie with too much adobo.
He can speak Quenya, the elf tongue (J.R.R. Tolkien’s creation, Lord of the Rings, Silmarillion). So, Legolas fanatics like me now has an interpreter—him.
He has the coolest gay friend, Mark Doni. However, I have this love-hate relationship with Doni. I love him because he’s my crush. I hate him because we're after the same men.
He’s a writer. Just enjoy him.
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My bestfriend is hogging my guestbook. That’s not very fair, she’s the only one signing in my guestbook. Talk about loyalty.
She used to be so honest with her criticisms about my work. Now, I think she’s just trying to flatter me. Hehehe.
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There are things that happened to me yesterday that I didn’t even want to share with my barkada. At least, not verbally.
I went to Quiapo to shoot some street children, vendors, and church-goers as my subject for our photojourn class. I bought a 12-shot film and began to load it on my camera.
I got distracted. I saw Milla Jovovich on the flat screen. I knew it was Resident Evil. I was so confident about my adeptness in film loading that I didn’t even look at what I was doing.
That's when I accidentally touched the curtain. Hard. That’s why I ruined it. That’s why I spent a small fortune for its repair. That’s why I’m thinking if this is a sign from above that I should give up my dream of becoming a photographer this early.
I’m too clumsy. Damn.
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I went to three repair shops in Quiapo. In the first shop, he told me that the problem was the shutter. Problem was, the repair was too expensive.
In the second, he said it was some mechanism inside. But before that, the proprietor was attacking my lens before the real repairman came in. I wanted to grab my cam from his hand and scream, “don’t even bother touching my cam. You don’t even know what you’re doing. You’re hurting the machine, dammit!” Instead, I just stood there, cringing, watching him helplessly. I knew I would not trust that shop if they offer the cheapest repair service in R. Hidalgo.
In the last shop, the repairman took one look at my cam and told me that the problem was the curtain. Finally, a man who knows his business. They even gave me a two-week guarantee.
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Dilemma. How will I refund the money that I spent from my mom?
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