Last weekend was probably one of the most amazing I’ve ever had without planning much. If my name Pammu were to be listed in a dictionary urban or otherwise, it would have to mean “the best, most intense, most amazing thing to ever happen without planning much.”
It’s past 3 am and I’m on a buzz. I may or may not regret logging on to my social networks but oh well. I’ll have to list things, even though it isn’t as extensive as my legendary and monstrously long emails.
1) I explored the Mid-Manhattan library and kept talking to its shelves like a hooker: “You’re bad for business.” I haven’t really gone up the other floors and when I did yesterday, I thought I might not come out alive.
2) Speaking of books, a side walk book seller gave me four more books for free. For a while, I was walking and running in and out of subways with a yoga mat strapped to my back and half a dozen books under my arm.
3) I am seeing friends from back home! I am seeing friends from back home! I am seeing friends from back home! I am seeing friends from back home!
4) I am obsessed with Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine. This obsession reminds me of a bookmarked enchantment in my life. Micko? Are you there?
5) I ran into a bunch of Filipino women around Bryant Park. Walking along a corner, I was looking away from where I was heading and I totally didn’t see the old lady I ran into. The way she said “Ay! Ay!” as I rammed into her was so telling. I couldn’t help but laugh. Another time, I saw another Filipino woman walking out the turnstile as I walked towards it. Realizing that I was looking at her way too long, I smiled. She smiled back. She must be Filipino.
6) My body has been desiring to eat nothing but green stuff. Spinach. Kale. Lettuce. Green beans. It’s funny how I have a relationship with my body. Like how I talk to it instead of myself. Like that one time I dissed my brain for giving me such a badly put together dream.
7) I am so stoked to be house sitting and dog sitting this weekend. I GET TO BAKE SOME SHIT. FINALLY. I MIGHT JUST MAKE COPIOUS AND COPIOUS AND DEBAUCHEROUSLY DEBAUCHEROUS AMOUNTS OF CHOCOLATE CAKE.
8) It’s been nearly a year since my recital. I think the nervousness and the chaos of that time is being compensated by recent moods and events. I have another show this June. I wonder how different I’ll emerge from that.
9) Been bonding with my Japanese roommate. He’s a sweetheart. Junya from Hiroshima is one for great conversation. It might a 30 thing. He’s sniffing from a head cold in his room. He’s moving out soon, and I’m determined to hit the nearest pub with him.
10) Church is so amazing. From the anticipatory line growing from the entrance all the way around the block, to the gritty bowels of its operations, to the magical moments of four minute forced fellowships, to the gates of hell that is the kid’s church, to the wonderful volunteers who walk the talk of the church, to people wondering when the new cd will come out, to the faces bearing smiles of love and joy, Hillsong NYC is an NYC game changer. I’m glad to be a part of it all.
11) Being in NYC has intensified my Filipino identity. My mom and I had a conversation about this, sort of. I do have a feeling though, that unlike what older Filipinos do when they find themselves in the middle of Manila traffic, I’ll be laughing my ass off, as if entertained.
I’ve played it more than a handful of times and it’s amazing how my imagination comes up with stuff. It’s also pretty amazing how amazing I can fabricate lies. I’ve played the following stories before so if you happen to know me, don’t get too excited! Feel free to take a stab at figuring out which one is the lie.
1) I was nearly kidnapped by Muslim extremists.
2) I can trace my relations to two Philippine presidents.
3) I was born in the backseat of a 1979 For Mustang.