Posted by kitiwiti on Jul 26, 2010 in
Uncategorized Dad used to call us on Father’s Day to say “Hello, Happy Children’s Day!” LOL! We weren’t really mean, and he only ever did it once, and we were all busy working girls at the time. You know how it is, the older you get, the more you take little things like that for granted. 
Today (sunday) is daddy’s birthday. He would’ve been 61. Strangest thing is, I just realized i was extra artsy-crafty yesterday (saturday) morning. i completed a mixed media piece that is now framed & hanging by the dining area and learned how to do that watercolor splash effect on photoshop (Thinking of blowing it up poster size once I make something truly awesome — and not narcissistic ).
I was a bit surprised at the sudden surge of art energy. I spent 40mins on my , ahem, mixed media work (glued together bits of fabric and watercolored the rest) before i framed and hung it by the dining table.
Then, I spent 30 minutes watching a tutorial online and creating that watercolor splash effect myself on Photoshop. Here are two of the three I came up with. Excuse the subject LOL
I didn’t bring any art of my dad’s or anyone else’s and I was sick of our bare walls, that anything – even a scribble from myself – would do! So I had planned to do these projects eventually, just not as quickly and as inspired as I was Saturday morn.
Figured it was dad sending me a message, “Hello it’s my birthday! here’s my gift!”
Thank you dadsie! Sure needed it! Love you!
Posted by kitiwiti on Jul 5, 2010 in
Uncategorized WTH?
It is my second night in Milwaukee and my second dream in a Scholastican uniform. Now there is nothing wrong with being dressed in my highschool uniform, but I’m strangely curious as to why I’ve been dreaming dreams sleeping on my nephews bed when I’ve been dreamless for months, a year, almost.
The night before, my dream was about driving around in a car with someone and stopping by SM, and getting scammed by some ASsumptionistas. I got tirador-ed by one with a burning (acid?) pellet a few feet away. I had thought about plastic surgery when i saw the wound.
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Last night’s dream was about a myriad of things. Mostly I was back in school– it felt like the age of college, also Lap and Miguel were back/coming back and arranging for something, but not a wedding. In a way, i took it to myself to organize something for my dear friends, which was easy because our common classmates were in my class. And it had something to do with gathering things for Lap and Miguel before they headed back to where they were abroad (it wasn’t clear if it was HK, as in real life, or somewhere else). I remember forgetting to give Lap a present someone handed me, but that Miguel took a tube of nude lipstick from my bag and tried it and said “does it look g*y?”
I tell him, “Surprisingly, it does not.”
Then the last people in that room were me, Ines Templo AND Dennis Tojos! This was perfectly normal in my dream except Ines and Dennis were a couple for a while in college, and ines was from st scho, a year higher, BUT it is an all girls school so seeing a guy there was odd. AND for some reason, I wanted to throw them alone together, moving to the end of the room to give them more privacy to… patch things up? In real life, IT & DT have split and Tojos is already married with kids.
After leaving that hallway (and gathering my books, and whining about how difficult [going back to] school is), I cross a quadrangle, where i see Aggie Moldez (HS barkada) shopping at a SEPHORA , and also Tita Veekee, who is scouring all the fancy boutiques in the quad. I stop to talk to them, by then Aggie had turned into Denise Richards or a very young Brooke Shields. Then I offer them a lick of my popsie, or ice cream, or corn. Brooke Shields sucks it like porn star but THEN I SAW THE MAIN ROCK OF MY ENGAGEMENT RING MISSING! ***PANIC****
So i run off & try to backtrack, but also remembering i crossed hallways, and even went thru an elevator. I go in an elevator and find something glittering. but upon closer inspection — it did not fit.
It wasn’t even real.
I look at the elevator floor (amidst feet and shoes, as it was very busy) and there were a few more stones but they were all fake.
Finally i get off a quad where several girls were on on fours. i thought someone had found out about my rock, but one girl mumbles, “I’m not usually this desperate, or even lesbian — but i like to believe in fate and destiny”
Meaning these girls are actually looking for a real stone in a sea of fake diamonds that someone had strewn around as a prank a long time ago. That these girls are believing in this new legend, and that finding the real diamond among fakes will signify that they will find their true love. How funny that today was someone’s lucky day — someone might find my real diamond! I get down on my own hands and knees and figured, ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em’.
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Posted by kitiwiti on Jul 1, 2010 in
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Aside from a new album, Jason Mraz has a book out on his polaroids! Part of the book’s writeup, Mraz compares music performance to photography: “The way a live performance is to the studio performance, so is Polaroid Instant to the Digital Format. I know I only get one shot at the subject and after the click of the shutter I have to wait two minutes before I can evaluate what I’ve captured. Digital Photography accepts a wider range of error at less expense. Digital Cameras are like automatic weapons. You’ll most likely hit your target. The Classic Polaroid Camera is the suction cup dart gun of this advancing age. Thus, my Polaroid hobby invites me to slow down and see more on my walk through life.”
And this got me thinking; I still adore lomo, polaroids, but digital really is the way to go! I think its a matter of knowing how to handle the camera. There are some people who have no patience to perfect their shooting, but also some who have no patience sitting on their computers trying to figure out Photoshop! I think in all that we do, we need to strive perfection. However, the unalterability (?) of the Polariod does give it a bit of an urgency. I even remember the time when I had those cheap black plastic cameras when I was a child, and taking pictures would be a countdown of 24 shots. “ok ok, let’s make this good, we’re down to the last 2 shots!!!!”
On the other hand, Kenohki and I hardly play music anymore. He’s on an electronic drumkit (because we are renters) and I have an electric acoustic guitar I haven’t touched in months. Maybe it’s time for an impromptu jam one of these days. Better yet, open mic! 
The live performance and instant magic of analog devices always yield a different sort of magic for me. I have a deep appreciation for the grains of the film-processed photograph, and the chills you get from a heartfelt live performance.
Posted by kitiwiti on Jul 1, 2010 in
Uncategorized If you’ve ever watched Harry Potter, you’d know that Butterbeer is the preferred drink of the students from Hogwarts. Ever been curious what goes in there?
Recipe for Butterbeer!
Ingredients:
* 1 cup (8 oz) club soda or cream soda
* ½ cup (4 oz) butterscotch syrup (ice cream topping)
* ½ tablespoon butter
Directions:
Step 1: Measure butterscotch and butter into a 2 cup (16 oz) glass. Microwave on high for 1 to 1½ minutes, or until syrup is bubbly and butter is completely incorporated.
Step 2: Stir and cool for 30 seconds, then slowly mix in club soda. Mixture will fizz quite a bit.
Step 3: Serve in two coffee mugs or small glasses; a perfectly warm Hogwarts treat for two!
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