HTML Fun With Woody!

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We had “vandaWeb” class today, with lessons in logging and capturing in Final Cut Pro, basic video compression in Quicktime, and beginners’ HTML. Our instructor, Woody, is a vibrant and jovial teacher, and I had great fun filming him in secret from the webcam in my lap.

(Actually, but for a few key differences, Woody and I share almost the same professional history in video editing and web design, and we’re just about the same age. It makes me wonder if I could teach in MICA… Naw. Hmmm…. Naw.)

Soon I’ll be shooting some amateur videos to stream.

Mag-Sarsi Ka!

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“Di ka ba natatawa, o kaya’y nagtataka…” Hey, does anyone remember the rest of the “Angat Sa Iba” jingle from the Sarsi commercial? I remember archiving it back in my DVD authoring days; I probably should have saved a copy for myself. (`Twas this MeFi thread that brought it to mind.)

Virra Mall Bomb

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Bomb defused in Virra Mall. Whoa. I practically grew up in Virra Mall; it’s just down the road from home in Greenhills, and I used to skate down there every week for school supplies, comics, clothes, Tae Kwon Do lessons, and busloads of (ahem) “demo” software CD’s. A bombing in that crowded, decades-old fire hazard would have been utterly disastrous.

Cutting

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After she left me, and after I had given up hope, destroying the burden of past things began the process of healing.

Photo taken with an Aiptek Mini Pencam 1.3MP SD.

(Update: I wax melodramatic at times, but believe me, I’m doing much better now, six months later. The pain never really fades away completely, but I rest in the knowledge that it’s all God’s way of shaping me into the man He wants me to be. I will rejoice and give thanks in all things, and I know I will fall in love again, and it will be a wonderful thing in the future, to love with a mended heart.)

It was in 1994, and we had been together for about six months, when she gave me the pillow, a mini-bolster, for Christmas. The pillow went with me almost everywhere, and once even had a hole burnt through it when I dropped it on a mosquito coil in my sleep on a beach trip (hence the heart-shaped patch — her deft mending).

I kept it even after she left me, partly out of habit, partly out of the small comfort of feeble hope. Last month, I decided to inflict that comfort upon myself no more: I took the pillow, and tore it up.

It was not an easy thing to do, in more ways than one. The pillow was tougher than I had expected, and did not yield to bare hands. I had to go through the deliberate and even more painful act of slicing through it with a cutter — an act which, in the doing, felt like I was stabbing myself in the heart. Deeply.

With the casing torn and mangled, the stuffing revealed itself after six long years: a rolled-up sheet of loose cotton, not unlike a giant cotton ball. The tear in the pillow case had gone right through the heart-shaped patch, splitting it cleanly in two.

I laid what was left of the pillow out on the floor, snapped a photo for posterity, and stuffed the whole mess into the trash. Then I collapsed into my chair and wept, and wept, and wept; bitter, anguished tears, through which I whispered to the air how much I hated her for her fickle, uncaring heartlessness. There was just no love left. None. Only sad regret, and disappointment, and other terrible, horrible feelings that I hated myself for letting pass through my heart.

The garbage truck came to pick up the trash the next day. I was away at work, and tried not to give it a thought.

It’s been a couple of weeks. It’s been half a year. It’s been almost a decade. I sleep with only one pillow now. I do not think I will sleep with more than that for a very long time.

—- COMMENTS RETRIEVED, DB GOOF, SORRY :P —-

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Comment by rowster on Mon 10 Feb 2003 at 05:31 AM

it may have been for the best.

but in any case…

*hugs*

Comment by tonigrrrl on Mon 10 Feb 2003 at 08:54 AM

time heals the wound.bp.

it would take some time but it will.-g

Comment by garfield m on Mon 10 Feb 2003 at 08:56 AM

It hurts. I know.

Comment by Jenn on Mon 10 Feb 2003 at 10:07 AM

:^(

Still praying for you.

Comment by Valerie (Kyriosity) on Mon 10 Feb 2003 at 02:30 PM

it could have been the catharsis needed to help you get on with life…

it hurts, true, but i saw it as a necessary act.

Comment by Richie on Mon 10 Feb 2003 at 10:07 PM

Beautiful writing from your pain. Spare and sadly lyrical. You haven’t come back from desolation with empty hands.

In prayer still that you be healed and lifted.

Comment by Francis on Tue 11 Feb 2003 at 06:00 PM

A Barukatash Wedding

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Congratulations to Brian and his new wife Stacey, who were married yesterday. We got together with Valerie, the Garvers, and Daniel to fill up the Bloggers’ Pew at Valley Presbyterian, and later the Bloggers’ Table at Oak Crest.

Through the course of the day, I tried my first Gin and Tonic (so as to establish myself as a True Hitchhiker) learned that the “Here Comes the Bride” introductory wedding march was by Wagner (as opposed to the Midsummer Nights’ wedding march by Mendelssohn), saw the good professor do the Twist and YMCA, texted Kristen for dordting tips, and found that Daniel and I share the same dancing habits — that is, get on the floor and shuffle for 30 seconds, then go back to the bar for more hors’d’oeuvres and gin and tonic.

Quite a fun and full day, and I wish Mr. and Mrs. Barukatash all the love and joy in the world.