Patricia Aimie

Ready. Ano action?

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:47:22 +0800

Ready. Ano action?

Hanging out with the father bear. :)

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:46:29 +0800

Hanging out with the father bear. :)

“Because you’re my bestfriend and I love you.”...

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:48:31 +0800

“Because you’re my bestfriend and I love you.” Happy birthday Kuya @sixthenorthstar !!!!!!!! Celebrate ta sa Sunday! :)

Boarding in a few. <3

Sun, 19 May 2013 18:12:36 +0800

Boarding in a few. <3

<3 @savrmehollywood is coming out with an album. Yey!...

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:41:43 +0800

<3 @savrmehollywood is coming out with an album. Yey! Can’t wait to get one.

First session done. :)

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:44:00 +0800

First session done. :)

Winner by submission @mialocatattoo! Hahaha. Round 2 soon. :p

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:30:20 +0800

Winner by submission @mialocatattoo! Hahaha. Round 2 soon. :p

Regram from @mialocatattoo. Almost there. Diputa nga sakit

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:11:14 +0800

Regram from @mialocatattoo. Almost there. Diputa nga sakit

Are you happy now @katorre?

Wed, 15 May 2013 19:56:56 +0800

Are you happy now @katorre?

@savemehollywood at the Vans Summer Music Jam. :)

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:50:22 +0800

@savemehollywood at the Vans Summer Music Jam. :)

Ohai there <3

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:32:18 +0800

Ohai there <3

‘96 or ‘97 before we left for the Philippines. I...

Thu, 09 May 2013 19:15:00 +0800

‘96 or ‘97 before we left for the Philippines. I think the jerseys were a gift from Grandma, which may expalin why I’m wearing a Bulls jersey (she lived in Illinois) :) #tbt #throwback #throwbackthursday

Photo

Wed, 08 May 2013 18:59:44 +0800

Mari, my sister’s “baby” and @katorre. This...

Wed, 08 May 2013 09:04:33 +0800

Mari, my sister’s “baby” and @katorre. This kid has such good taste in music. We’ve been listening to Queen since yesterday and I don’t mind. :)

Roommate for the next 2 nights. Missed you little sister! (at...

Tue, 07 May 2013 23:26:19 +0800

Roommate for the next 2 nights. Missed you little sister! (at H.V. Dela Costa Street)

Not so invisible building. #nofilter #architecture #makati...

Mon, 06 May 2013 18:31:52 +0800

Not so invisible building. #nofilter #architecture #makati #htconex #htcphotography (at Zuellig Building)

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Sun, 05 May 2013 14:00:41 +0800

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)

Ikaw na flexible. @irissausi.

Sat, 04 May 2013 17:44:44 +0800

Ikaw na flexible. @irissausi.

The Bayon. #cambodia #bayon #htconex

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:54:08 +0800

The Bayon. #cambodia #bayon #htconex

Conquered my fear of heights. And cockroaches. I think. Hahaha. ...

Wed, 01 May 2013 22:43:28 +0800

Conquered my fear of heights. And cockroaches. I think. Hahaha. #latepost #angkorballoon #Cambodia