kitchen poems

Thursday, December 13, 2001

i did my morning pages!!!
what up KPs. i'm at a cyber cafe in this gigantic mall in bkk. people don't celebrate christmas here, but they're blasting pa-rum-pa-pum-pum on their sound system. interesting.
here's my other blog: mango looking for roots.

misery chick 10:29 PM

Monday, December 10, 2001

With every intention to do morning pages no matter what time of day I was able to get to them, I have missed every day but one and that one I only got 2 out of the three pages done before I fell asleep. But the CHOP was really awesome and I feel like I'm part of an artists community again. Kinda like how I feel after KP but bigger. Funny how I feel like I'm "back in"; what happened that I felt like I was out? My point is I am motivated to write this night after CHOP.
My cousin visiting from Houston was there and was really impressed. He was glad it wasn't like the programs he'd seen in undergrad where it was all traditional Asian performances.
My mom and dad were at the show, too. They were sitting on the couch near the entrance to the gallery. My dad didn't get up much that I saw but my mom was standing with people by the bar. During PACIFICS I made her make her way to me behind the merchandise table and assisted her in "putting her hand in the air". The show was kind of a way for me to come out to my parents -- more so my mom -- as an artist and, while I was at it, a part of a larger group of artists. And also help my mom find out if she is on any level at all a fan of hip hop.
MUST DO MORNING PAGES!!!!!!

Sam del Rosario 12:41 AM

Friday, December 07, 2001

already, i missed a morning page. but it was unintentional. i do my morning pages when i wake up in the morning, and this morning, instead of waking up, i went to bed. this whole time of being unemployed, last night was the only night i stayed up until dusk. after i lost my job i was determined to not sleep until noon everyday, because it's just a plain waste of time. so i go to bed around midnight, wake up around 8, and everyday i think to myself that i would be productive today. ironically, last night (this morning, whatever) was probably the most productive i had ever been.
damn. what did i do for the past 3 months?
i think my stars weren't aligned correctly when i was born. somehow i seemed to be missing the marks, always half a step behind, and after almost twenty four years, it doesn't seem like i would ever catch up. this is self-pity. woe is me.
i rewrote my whole personal statement yesterday. after the wait period (where you're supposed to leave the paper alone and come back in 3 days), i read it again and that person in the statement sounded like a total spaz. i spent all day rewriting, and now stuck on why i really want to go to the school. shit. cuz it's a cool program, y'know. why else would one want to do anything. and what makes me better than other several hundreds candidates? i freewrote 3,000 words about that and now i'm beginning to think that i'm not any better than them after all. *scream*

misery chick 7:27 PM

Thursday, December 06, 2001

i had 2 journal entries today--one in the morning and one in the evening.
and i said i would blog on some time soon so here's my entry.
i haven't had too much of tv this week. so i missed my favorites
shows: buffy and angel. caught one episode of alias and thought
it was really good. it has cliffhanger endings.
i still owe $8 to the pot for not finishing the book. i will finish it
soon damnit!
the toilet upstairs overflowed down into our space. it was disgusting.
no poop, piss stains or murky water though. anna and i were really
disgusted. we're gonna make them pay for the damages. some posters
were damaged. we're okay. no one was hurt by the furious flow of
toilet water. shit can hurt. (pun fully intended)
i had something to share with you all but i can't seem to recall. wait..
oh yeah--i got my secret santa back!!! and i know all yours judging from
the handwriting. (diabolical laughter here). i decided to look at all the
slips of paper instead of letting anna do it for us. what do you think of
that, heh, buddy?
just kidding. anna did it. gave me my secret santa name.
ok...marlon is coming to pick me up now.
chip. chop.

anida esguerra 7:54 PM

YEAH! I finished my morning pages.
It was a blur, but I got it done.
Something about fields and flowers.
No Julie Andrews
No Sound of Muzak.

marlon esguerra 8:55 AM

Tuesday, December 04, 2001

aiya. this blog's been neglected for too long. too. long.
i'm at the end of running in the family, and is it just me or it seems that the writer just got really lazy and started writing all these short excerpts? it seems to be going along faster now, or may be i just need to read it faster so i get it over with?
it's a beautiful book with beautiful language. i just lack the patience to read about how his rich, aristocrat-like family lived in breath-taking estates in a country where only a tiny fragment of their population have that kind of luxury.
and images of snakes crawling through the house make me squirm.

misery chick 3:58 PM


about it's fresh. it's raw. it's kitchen poems freewrite.
prompt "write where it hurts" archive connects reading list memento excercise the collective aa writers workshop - nyc mikekim miserychick	Thursday, December 13, 2001 i did my morning pages!!! what up KPs. i'm at a cyber cafe in this gigantic mall in bkk. people don't celebrate christmas here, but they're blasting pa-rum-pa-pum-pum on their sound system. interesting. here's my other blog: mango looking for roots. misery chick 10:29 PM Monday, December 10, 2001 With every intention to do morning pages no matter what time of day I was able to get to them, I have missed every day but one and that one I only got 2 out of the three pages done before I fell asleep. But the CHOP was really awesome and I feel like I'm part of an artists community again. Kinda like how I feel after KP but bigger. Funny how I feel like I'm "back in"; what happened that I felt like I was out? My point is I am motivated to write this night after CHOP. My cousin visiting from Houston was there and was really impressed. He was glad it wasn't like the programs he'd seen in undergrad where it was all traditional Asian performances. My mom and dad were at the show, too. They were sitting on the couch near the entrance to the gallery. My dad didn't get up much that I saw but my mom was standing with people by the bar. During PACIFICS I made her make her way to me behind the merchandise table and assisted her in "putting her hand in the air". The show was kind of a way for me to come out to my parents -- more so my mom -- as an artist and, while I was at it, a part of a larger group of artists. And also help my mom find out if she is on any level at all a fan of hip hop. MUST DO MORNING PAGES!!!!!! Sam del Rosario 12:41 AM Friday, December 07, 2001 already, i missed a morning page. but it was unintentional. i do my morning pages when i wake up in the morning, and this morning, instead of waking up, i went to bed. this whole time of being unemployed, last night was the only night i stayed up until dusk. after i lost my job i was determined to not sleep until noon everyday, because it's just a plain waste of time. so i go to bed around midnight, wake up around 8, and everyday i think to myself that i would be productive today. ironically, last night (this morning, whatever) was probably the most productive i had ever been. damn. what did i do for the past 3 months? i think my stars weren't aligned correctly when i was born. somehow i seemed to be missing the marks, always half a step behind, and after almost twenty four years, it doesn't seem like i would ever catch up. this is self-pity. woe is me. i rewrote my whole personal statement yesterday. after the wait period (where you're supposed to leave the paper alone and come back in 3 days), i read it again and that person in the statement sounded like a total spaz. i spent all day rewriting, and now stuck on why i really want to go to the school. shit. cuz it's a cool program, y'know. why else would one want to do anything. and what makes me better than other several hundreds candidates? i freewrote 3,000 words about that and now i'm beginning to think that i'm not any better than them after all. scream misery chick 7:27 PM Thursday, December 06, 2001 i had 2 journal entries today--one in the morning and one in the evening. and i said i would blog on some time soon so here's my entry. i haven't had too much of tv this week. so i missed my favorites shows: buffy and angel. caught one episode of alias and thought it was really good. it has cliffhanger endings. i still owe $8 to the pot for not finishing the book. i will finish it soon damnit! the toilet upstairs overflowed down into our space. it was disgusting. no poop, piss stains or murky water though. anna and i were really disgusted. we're gonna make them pay for the damages. some posters were damaged. we're okay. no one was hurt by the furious flow of toilet water. shit can hurt. (pun fully intended) i had something to share with you all but i can't seem to recall. wait.. oh yeah--i got my secret santa back!!! and i know all yours judging from the handwriting. (diabolical laughter here). i decided to look at all the slips of paper instead of letting anna do it for us. what do you think of that, heh, buddy? just kidding. anna did it. gave me my secret santa name. ok...marlon is coming to pick me up now. chip. chop. anida esguerra 7:54 PM YEAH! I finished my morning pages. It was a blur, but I got it done. Something about fields and flowers. No Julie Andrews No Sound of Muzak. marlon esguerra 8:55 AM Tuesday, December 04, 2001 aiya. this blog's been neglected for too long. too. long. i'm at the end of running in the family, and is it just me or it seems that the writer just got really lazy and started writing all these short excerpts? it seems to be going along faster now, or may be i just need to read it faster so i get it over with? it's a beautiful book with beautiful language. i just lack the patience to read about how his rich, aristocrat-like family lived in breath-taking estates in a country where only a tiny fragment of their population have that kind of luxury. and images of snakes crawling through the house make me squirm. misery chick 3:58 PM