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~ vendredi, juillet 25, 2003 ~

Nothing can hold down a free spirit, they say, and so I went on an adventure today. I took the Duarte City Blue Route Transit without knowing where i was going. My mission was to see what I could see like a traveler. I carried with me, my handy dandy notebook and wrote about all the interesting little vignettes I observed. From the cute sleeping couple at the back of the bus to the overly-energetic young baby in his mother's tired arms. Since, however, the transit has a one-lap-around-the-city-at-a-time rule, I was forced to decend the bus at the face of the the local grocery store- Ralphs. There, I stole a sour gummie from the Brach's candy island. I looked at the many cheeses and the many wines they were selling... I thought the Blue Cheese was a bit on the foul side and there was too much sediment collecting in the jugs of vin rouge. All those observations struck me hungry so I picked up a supposed freshly-baked French bread, and walked out of the store carrying a newborn loaf in my arms.
In France, carrying bread is an art. As Yvone Lenard put it, breads are carried "in a thousand imaginative ways: tucked across a baby carriage; strapped over a backpack; firmly grasped with a briefcase handle; or brandished like a conductor's baton, the better to point a direction, or stress a point in conversation." I held that long branch of risen dough in the most commonly seen manner- like a bouquet of flowers standing on the palm and leaning against the shoulders. I was rather proud of the "look" I had so I decided to parade around the local streets in such a fashion. Then I remembered to myself, "my dear friends Maridelle and Katrina work at the teen center and they must be starved from all that sitting they do." So I decided to drop in. It was nice talking to them again. They are chouette people and I wish i could've spent more time with them... I look forward to going out on early morning promenades with Kat and beach escapades with Mari. But I had to catch the 5:02 Green line to Brookridge so I promised them i'd return sometime again and left. On the bus, my buddy Miguel the Bus Driver was nice enough to play some soft rock on the radio. A few more observations and I was home again. Home again.
And now, while I eat the rest of the bread as I blog, I recall and remember my wonderful adventures during my time on the town.

~Benjamin 7/25/2003 01:29:00 AM

~ lundi, juillet 21, 2003 ~

Somebody added me to their buddy list and I didn't know who he was...
De Colores says: Hello, do I know you?
namojito says: yes
De Colores says: Do I now? Hmmm...
De Colores says: Are you from Duarte? or Pasadena perhaps? Is this Carlos?
namojito says: im from mexico city
De Colores says: O, hmmm
namojito says: u?
namojito says: mmmm
De Colores says: Are you sure I know you?
namojito says: nop , relly dou you kmow who i am ?
De Colores says: I don't think I know who you are.
namojito says: im ivan
De Colores says: Ivan?
namojito says: si
namojito says: im connected because im helpin walter with his meesenger he dont know nothin about e mails
De Colores says: Walter? Who's that?
namojito says: si el argentino que acaba de regresar
De Colores says: Ivan who?
namojito says: bueno ya no puedo platicar estoy trabajando si mi jefe me descubre se enoja
De Colores says: Soy confuso.
namojito says: ivan the one pick you up yesterday from the street
De Colores says: I wasn't on the street yesterday. I don't do that sort of thing.
namojito says: are byou john ?
De Colores says: I didn't even come near anybody by the street
De Colores says: John!? I'm not John. I don't even know anybody named John.
namojito says: where are you
De Colores says: Duarte, California
namojito says: your adrees is wearytraveler@hotmail
De Colores says: yes
namojito says: who are you ?
De Colores says: I don't know who you are. I don't know anybody named Ivan, Walter, or John.
namojito says: and why do you have the addres from my job
De Colores says: I don't know. Why do you have the address from my house?
namojito says: do you know the weary traveler hostel and internet?
De Colores says: no
namojito says: and why do yo have the same addres name ? im very confuse too
De Colores says: weary traveler hostel? What is that?
namojito says: wich country are you ?
De Colores says: USA. You are in Mexico?
namojito says: yes in tulum quintana roo
namojito says: very wired
De Colores says: In weary traveler hostel? 15 pesos per hour?
De Colores says: I don't know. I think this is all a mistake.
namojito says: is a very strange coicidence ok i talk with you later
namojito says: im busy
namojito says: im working in the wearytraveler hostel internet come to visit us
namojito says: in tulum quintana roo mexico
De Colores says: haha ok.
De Colores says: The next time I am in roo, I will go there.
De Colores says: bye
namojito says: bye

~Benjamin 7/21/2003 01:17:00 PM

I just slept for 15 hours straight... to make up for my 6 hours of sleep over the past 3 days. I mean, throughtout the retreat/seminar, I only got 6 hours of sleep, so that makes, what- 3 hours each night. We slept in a big dormatory room and on the first day, the auxiliaries rung a bell at 5 am. Then yesterday, the auxiliaries rushed into our room at 4. But I think the time I was awake has been very worthwhile. The retreat/seminar as a whole was actually more successful than I thought it would be. En fait, it was beautiful! There was soo much food like in the corridor, there was always this table that was well-stocked with snacks... and just anybody was allowed to take them- boxes of donuts, a bucket of red vines, boxes of assorted chips, breads, candies, hay naku, ka dami dami- talagang grabe! kung ano-anong gusto mo, kunin mo! hihi. Nando doon yoon para sa amin... eh, maga matatakaw kami kasi. And our meals were grand too.
The retreat was made up of a bunch of us Filipinoy-Americans (caramihan doon ay mga taglish-speakers) and so the pinoy jokes were all there too... the accent jokes, the Visayas jokes, and what not. It was hilarious.
But the objective of retreat/seminar itself was really nice. It's difficult to watch sometimes because everybody was crying... and what a sight to see the guys crying too. But the girls, they were drenched in tears. There were speakers- some were a bit boring but the others were so very touching. I really did feel the Holy Spirit touch my life right there. I can't really blog about my experiences because they're difficult to describe in the spoken word, what more with the written word. But I've come out of the whole experience like a sheep coming home. Give thanks and praise to GOD!

~Benjamin 7/21/2003 11:37:00 AM

En memoire de Floy Catabas (1932-2002)