Vandalizing bastards.
One reason why I hate them, little kids: THEY RUIN BOOKS. Leave your unfinished read on the bed, and a felt-tip pen lying around, and your door unlocked, and viola! A perfectly ruined book on a supposed-to-be-perfect day.
You, little creatures. Asgshagafabsjsa.
Paalay 2012
Done this 30th of May, year 2012.
Braved the forthcoming rain tattled by gray skies and chilling winds, and walked along the highway beside buses and 16-wheeler trucks.
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And he wrote:
Nami-miss na kita. Ang magaganda mong mga mata. Ang mga haplos ng mga kamay mo sa’kin. Ang mga yakap mo na mahigpit. Ang mga ngiti at tawa mo na nakakadala.
Ang boses mo. Ang pagkukwento mo. Kung gano nakakapagod ang araw mo. Kung gano kahirap ang exam. Kung gano kaayaw mo na mag-aral. Kung gano ka tumawa sa mga biro.
Mga kwento tungkol sa pamilya mo. Na dahil sa mga kwentong ‘yon ay alam ko kung gano ka kalapit at kung gano sila kahalaga sa’yo.
At mga pagsasabi mo sa’kin kung gaano mo ko kamahal. At kung gano ka kasayang kasama mo ko. At sasamahan mo pa ng matatamis na halik ng maganda mong labi.
Ang pagpatong ng paa mo sa’kin. Ang mga paa na gustong-gusto ko lagi hawakan. Pati na ang kili-kili mo.
Sa tuwing tayong dalawa lang ay kumakalong ka sa’kin para mas masarap ang lambingan at madama natin ang isa’t isa.
Ang amoy mo na gustong-gusto ko lagi maamoy. Na sana ikaw ang pabango ko. Ikaw na lang ang lagi kong naamoy, wala ng iba pa.
Ang pagyupyop mo sa’kin tuwing nakahiga. Hanggang sa makatulog ka na. At gustong-gusto kong tinititigan ka habang natutulog ka.
Ang bawat oras na lagi tayong magkasama at walang ginawa kundi iparamdam kung gano kailangan at kamahal ang isa’t isa.
Nami-miss ko ang mga panahon na ‘yun. Kung saan wala akong ibang iniintindi kundi wag sana matapos ang oras na kasama kita. Na sana hindi ko na kailangan umuwi. Hindi mo na kailangan bumalik ng Batangas. Hindi na magkaron ng oras na hindi kita kasama.
Alam ko darating din ‘yun, na magiging akin ka at sa’yo ako sa mata ng lahat. Habambuhay.
Hangga’t gusto mo na sa’yo ako, ay sa’yong sa’yo ako.
Mahal na mahal kita.
I’m watching a kiddie tv show. A stupid, stupid kiddie show. And I’m kinda missing childhood.
I miss those days when all I thought upon waking up was what to eat. I miss those days when sleeping every afternoon would get me a reward. I miss that time when every single thing was done and prepared for my cause. That time when I did nothing but be a child.
I miss those moments when I could do immature behaviors and no one would condemn me for my acts. Those times when I did not care because I was a child. When I couldn’t give a flying fuck for anything anywhere anytime, because I was a child.
I miss those times when I all do was scribble random lines on my brothers’ notebooks, make out figures formed by those puffy clouds, and search for the end of the rainbow.
Damn you, Mickey Mouse Club House.
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Vanity-induced photoshoot.
Model: Me
Photographer: Madear
Walked along the Maharlika Highway for the obligatory prusisyon, and waited hours in the chapel for duration of the paalay, and by the time we reached home, we still got the energy to do an unplanned shooting galore.
Pakye, mother-daughter bonding like a baws.
#myfaceonyerdash
Chocolatte. Double strength. Two packs in one cup.
A mellow playlist. And a brewing storm outside. And a warm mug of chocolatey coffee. And a not-so-fucked-up internet connection. And I’m all set for a perfect Wednesday afternoon.
Afternoon coffee sessions, you make me feel oh so good.
Work space make-over. As part of my once-in-a-lifetime general cleaning procedures, I made major changes to my work area. See those shelves? They are newly installed. And I installed them myself. AND I DRILLED THE WALL MYSELF. YES, I AM PROUD.
It felt like I was on NGC’s World’s Toughest Jobs or some shit like that. It’s hard to remember tv show titles when you’re not even watching the tv anymore, y’know.
Anyway, back to the subject matter. Yes. I did drill the wall. Myself.
Strong women do awesome stuff like this.
Hell yeah. This is gonna be on my resume.
Sorted. I was once boyish, way back in my childhood years: I played wrestling with my older brothers, loathed the pink color, hated wearing skirts and shorts and tight-fitting clothes, hated dressing up and wearing make-up, and I was a total no-no for accessories.
Today, I was conducting a general cleaning of my room. I decided to sort and organize my ever messy pile of abubot, and I was amazed at how my collection have grown. In my boyish childhood, not once would I ever thought I would own girly stuff this many. I basically hated this shit, years ago.
With decades of trying, Mother is finally successful. I’ve achieved femininity, alas.
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“Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected.”
- R. Frank
LUAU PARTY: THE BARAKO WAY
UP Caballeros Family Day 2012
05.26.12 | La Leona Resort, Lipa City
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For one day, an orgmate and I exchanged lenses, my 18-105mm kit lens for his 50mm Nikkor prime lens. And I immediately went on a shooting spree, giddy like an Energizer bunny.
I have to have this 50mm perfection. Gotta love all the bokeh!
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