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Renal physio exam on Monday and El freaking Clasico at four in the morning on Sunday (and I know last time I said I was sick to everything of Spanish football, but, well, I can't not) and I should be editing and putting together all the problem set answers the groupmates sent me so that I can get back to studying sooner, but what I am doing instead is playing old-school rock'n roll very loud, so that I can't hear myself singing along, unreasonably happy. Epi passed a piece of paper around the classroom earlier today, telling us to put down our song requests for the class Christmas party, and I turned to Allison and said, "Kung mag-request ba ako ng Desolation Row may susuntok ba sa akin?" The answer was an emphatic no, expressed in the form of a very long list of requests. If the Epimers have the same sense of humor as we do and choose to play Iron Man and War Machine one after the other I will love them always.
(When song requests come around I always want to put down Let it Bleed, and I never do because I don't want to be the only person in the room who loves Let it Bleed. I don't think it's the Stones' best, but it's my favorite, and also I fell in love to that song. Simplest statement of the whole thing in the world: if you want to, then you can bleed on me.)
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Heard mass at five p.m. at the PGH chapel. We'd worried we weren't going to make it because our last lecture for the afternoon was going to be handled by Dr. Bonzon, believer in continuous repetition, but we ended up having time to spare. As per usual the chapel was overflowing and we ended up standing outside it, Taft just to our left, trains running full. Last Monday I carelessly mentioned maybe settling in Calasiao, Pangasinan in response to a question of Allen's, and he said, with what I thought was an unprovoked amount of surprise, "You?"
"Why not?" Allison said.
"She loves the city too much," he said.
I think I kind of sat there gaping like a fish while the conversation moved on around me- to be fair, this is how a lot of conversations that have me in them proceed- but of course it's true, how can it not be. This city. This city. Its grey streets and its grey sky and the brightness that runs with the tired old thing at its core, the sense of unfulfilled potential and the way it wants very much to be this jaded cynical creature but just does not succeed at it. If I met the personification of this city I would marry it in a heartbeat, and then halfway to the reception area after the wedding of the century consummate that shit in a back alley somewhere because why the hell not, because of course the only commitments I can ever make are to the things larger than anything I could ever be.
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Also, a happy anniversary to my favorite parents in the whole world. I'd say may they grow old and bald and wrinkled together, but that would prevent me from making cracks about how they already are.
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On our way to mass I ran into Ate Maika, and thank goodness I did because the first thing she said to me was, "Pupunta ka ba mamaya?" to which I could only say, "Ha?" and that was how I learned that Denisa and Franco had scheduled us a buddy-line dinner. We ate at Hainanese and as per usual I finished eating miles behind everyone else, which Vince of course pointed out, and to which Kuya Hopee's reply involved the accurate use in ordinary conversation of the word "postprandial". The minute I finished eating we got ourselves kicked out of the restaurant. We proceeded to Gong Cha with Franco carrying Ate Maika's buddy stuff box all the way and I got my cold Earl Grey fix (Shiekh Mansour, maybe, can support my caffeine habit; I have no hope of being able to do the same, which is why I try not to have it). Denisa and Franco just had their first Bio30 lab exam, and their class had a detox committee called BIMed. Vince brought up the whole "Kaklase ko ex ni Maika" thing, which means that I may yet learn to keep a straight face. The 2018 kids were worrying about a chem quiz. They wouldn't stop talking, and I couldn't stop laughing. It's a tenuous sort of relief, this. I love them anyway.
(When song requests come around I always want to put down Let it Bleed, and I never do because I don't want to be the only person in the room who loves Let it Bleed. I don't think it's the Stones' best, but it's my favorite, and also I fell in love to that song. Simplest statement of the whole thing in the world: if you want to, then you can bleed on me.)
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Heard mass at five p.m. at the PGH chapel. We'd worried we weren't going to make it because our last lecture for the afternoon was going to be handled by Dr. Bonzon, believer in continuous repetition, but we ended up having time to spare. As per usual the chapel was overflowing and we ended up standing outside it, Taft just to our left, trains running full. Last Monday I carelessly mentioned maybe settling in Calasiao, Pangasinan in response to a question of Allen's, and he said, with what I thought was an unprovoked amount of surprise, "You?"
"Why not?" Allison said.
"She loves the city too much," he said.
I think I kind of sat there gaping like a fish while the conversation moved on around me- to be fair, this is how a lot of conversations that have me in them proceed- but of course it's true, how can it not be. This city. This city. Its grey streets and its grey sky and the brightness that runs with the tired old thing at its core, the sense of unfulfilled potential and the way it wants very much to be this jaded cynical creature but just does not succeed at it. If I met the personification of this city I would marry it in a heartbeat, and then halfway to the reception area after the wedding of the century consummate that shit in a back alley somewhere because why the hell not, because of course the only commitments I can ever make are to the things larger than anything I could ever be.
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Also, a happy anniversary to my favorite parents in the whole world. I'd say may they grow old and bald and wrinkled together, but that would prevent me from making cracks about how they already are.
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On our way to mass I ran into Ate Maika, and thank goodness I did because the first thing she said to me was, "Pupunta ka ba mamaya?" to which I could only say, "Ha?" and that was how I learned that Denisa and Franco had scheduled us a buddy-line dinner. We ate at Hainanese and as per usual I finished eating miles behind everyone else, which Vince of course pointed out, and to which Kuya Hopee's reply involved the accurate use in ordinary conversation of the word "postprandial". The minute I finished eating we got ourselves kicked out of the restaurant. We proceeded to Gong Cha with Franco carrying Ate Maika's buddy stuff box all the way and I got my cold Earl Grey fix (Shiekh Mansour, maybe, can support my caffeine habit; I have no hope of being able to do the same, which is why I try not to have it). Denisa and Franco just had their first Bio30 lab exam, and their class had a detox committee called BIMed. Vince brought up the whole "Kaklase ko ex ni Maika" thing, which means that I may yet learn to keep a straight face. The 2018 kids were worrying about a chem quiz. They wouldn't stop talking, and I couldn't stop laughing. It's a tenuous sort of relief, this. I love them anyway.