A Solitary Blue

It feels like I'm not a part of your life anymore. I guess this means I still have some way to go because it hurts me. If I were successful in my objective, it shouldn't hurt like this, right?

How Do I Teach Them That?

... How do I teach them wisdom, and compassion, and how not to abuse their powers?

--- Luke Skywalker to Mara Jade, on the instruction of his sister's children

Have I mentioned?

One of best parts about going to graduate school is the classmates.

Because you are all older, wiser and different, listening to your classmates share their experiences in class is like seeing the world again for the first time; or seeing the possibilities of your own life anew for the first time in a long time. I like this feeling. Like I'm free. That I can still claim my place in this world. That I'm not too late.

All I need is courage.

Yesterday we had Psych 220: Research Methodology: Issues and Problems. Yeah, it sounds boring. But really it isn't. Probably because the teacher isn't. She's sharp, and tough, and funny and sensitive, and you get the feeling that she's reading you like a book, even if you're just sitting in class (or maybe especially if you are just sitting in class). This woman with her 2o years of experience in field research; whose work changed her; whose work seeks to change other people's lives. Of course my mind immediately made up romanticized images of The Noble Researcher's Meaningful Life in the Field, although I know the truth is far from that idyllic picture. It's just nice to be inspired. Who says inspiration had to be realistic?

But... back to reality. After this class, I ride home with one of my friends, and her friend from work, Joa and Helene. Sometimes Joa's father drives us; sometimes her papa does :-). And this is fun too.

I miss my friends.

... But You Are to be Preferred...

You know what I'm thinking?


I wish I had more poetry in my life.


Or my soul.


Did I ever?


Having the usual attack. I need to do something creative so bad it hurts.


And the threat of Malaysian May Ooi looms.


And then on the very same day, I wish I could just be a grunt.


So I won't have thoughts.

Voice#1: "Keh. If you take the thoughts out of Kathryn what would be left?"
Voice#2: "The kazaana maybe?"

Happy Birthday

to me!


And it didn't turn out as bad as I expected. :) I'm happy today.

...tomorrow's my birthday and as usual, I'm feeling depressed at the prospect. I dunno... I just... really feel lonely in the middle of a crowd / party. Not that there will be... because I'll be off to UP to enroll for next semester's classes instead.


Next post!

The End of Summer

The company went on an outing last June 2 and 3 --- to Mactan, Cebu's Plantation Bay.



Here's a sample view of the place.












Two take-away thoughts from the experience:

1) I still know how to bike!
2) I never really learned how to swim...







I wanna learn how to swim!