f*ckyeah longest weekend.

thank God for the internet, the whole holy week stuck at home because of my half swollen face will be bearable.

photos in order: yeah, i love posh, i'd need new specs and should really learn the meaning of bokeh- cuz it sounds delicious and delirious at the same time, next dibidi to rent- the virgin suicides, yes children, i am not ahead of my time. i know that some time in august this year, they will release eat, pray, love- i'm watching it two years after its release most probably. and yes, i'm still in love with typos.

patooties are still cute as they can be, they make me want and not want children in the future. make me think that i should slave to become wealthier so i can help their parents get them to good prep school that'll make them wear hogwarts-looking uniform.

not expecting much out of my summer. i'm a okay with the classes. i only need to go thru the last round of having all my bad teeth overhauled. God, i love my set of teeth. i wonder why i don't floss as often. hahahahaha.

my dentist put me on medication. my facebook posts are all shite-ty and she's putting me on weird diet that i don't understand. much as i wanna stick with her advice, i am still eating dark meat.

i miss valpacino. the lad makes me think about work more often. it's scary. i'm on a stay at home vacation leave, but i wind up working my way thru my corporate email. it's plenty scary now.

my heart is very resilient. i only want one thing for the summer. i want my credit card debt paid off by end of month. and then no more. hahaha.

ain't life easy? yes, it's a bed of roses.

i realized that the more things i want, the more insatiable and discontented i become.

images via weheartit

tickling toes-mambukal set 2

mambukal resort, murcia
march 28-29,2010

My Summer Kiddies

March 7, 20, and 27, 2010.
Kairi and Kenji.

tickling toes- mambukal set 1

my sunday spent with the family.
march 28, 2010.

rayna

having a static weekend. but, it's been very inspirational. lol. indulge me in my rayna sisa post.

moto adobo

(: photos from last monday, lunch of adobo.

class, last roll.

this one breaks my heart alot. hahaha. i take people so seriously sometimes. (:

tumblr-ing

my tumblr is a joke.

keverity. iwillmiss myvalpacino. hahahaha. mine na daw kuno.

someone once said that people think that it's the big things that make life wonderful, but, little do they know that it's actually the small things that make it worthwhile.

1. having someone run so fast to catchup with you.

2. to have someone ask to walk you home.

3. or pay the trisikel bill- ha-ha!

4. or tell you i love you in front of so many people.

way cute, way sweet, way kilig. yessssssssssssss, it's a boy and he is quite THE lad. (:

on the other handdddddddddddddddd, here are new posts from tumblr.

http://raenafroufrou.tumblr.com/post/475870569

http://raenafroufrou.tumblr.com/post/475868776/everybody-asks-why-i-started-at-the-end-and-worked

http://raenafroufrou.tumblr.com/post/475798844/class

biker kiddies

keken and kairi, march 26 and march 19

♡|♡|♡

i feel like i'm being asked, if you had bruises, do they hurt?

or having my heart ripped off, halved, and then waiting for fairies to come out.

Sing like your winning.

my neurosis is really bad lately. my very awesome, productive nesting week went shitey just like that.

and i don't care to elaborate.

i've been wanting one thing the whole week through. and i know that this exclusivity is not something that will be handed to me right away.

oh well, i'm letting God work. yesssssssssssssssireeeeeeeee, let Him.

ha-ha, i've clogged my facebook with all the quotes i can get out of twitter. it was fun and disconcerting all the same.

as for this blog. new fonts, new lay-out. read- worthy-ness is in question still.

i am gonna be a hermit in the next few days. i'll keep at it. wallow in misery, let me.

♡

my summer

the kiddies. (:

full of oysters, there's no pearl

again, i am extremely depressed. not heart-broken kinda depressed, but a traveler ready to leave town depressed.

[yes, there'll be days when people are bastos, unkind, and they simply have nothing to lose in their lives, so all that they can be is become shite.] and yeah lately, i've enough of people who doesn't doesn't deserve the attention. if, they want the attention, fcukyeah- they all can have it. wag na sana mag compete with me. i'm okay with all the unsolicited attention being given to me and the facebook account, which is really a made-up, unreal version of who i am. oyyyyyyyyy.

ka-sad this city. people are just overbearing.

onthaothahend..

i leave with a quote about love, cuz it's hard to be loving and all that pizazz at the moment.

"I’d like the kind of love that lasts forever. It doesn’t matter if it’s plain, it doesn’t matter if it’s ugly. It just has to be there."

-Mike Gayle

terribly crushing on someone at the moment. (:

(:

monday morning at calea

class

swiped from my learners' digi's. last day and last week of class.

calea treats

calea monday with cookie and arle and shakey's lunch. march 22, 2010.
and yesterday afternoon, showing off my MNG top and keken calling it a Christmas tree!

kairi beauty

sunday morning with kairi and mita. off to robi. (:

sunday shopping

a one shouldered top from Mango

hoarding on Dove shine serum

Healing Garden Lavender spritz

Maltesers

a pack of Growers peanuts

1.5 liters of soda

Kairi's J&J top to toe wash

Kenji's medicines

and a new Logitech mouse.

Greenwich special pizza square for lunch.

notice the domestication in the list? (: and i've to work 2 overnight shifts to go shopping. (:

heneweiz, thank You Lord for paydays and jobs and inspiration from work. (:

my learners break my heart in a good way: one would tell me that i talk without sense that's why it's better to talk to me and one offered to take me out last night, go to my house and pick me up as i felt bedridden in wallowing like dut.

why

why not?

hahaha. cannot quit the ciggies break.

accounting and finance summer class

after hours. finally, a 3-week class is done. my crazy hormones, my sisa mode, plus the craziness of these youngsters made march awesome altogether.
photos from my learners' digis and my LG. (: all that i swiped contained my face shempre.

march 20, 2010.
classroom and PTT(punta taytay:)

we were on an oyster farm. very nice.

class

some photos from our post-accounting classes. this is a tough group. i am not sure if it's me or them. but, yeah it was fun all the same. and i'm happy to be doing what i'm doing. i got a pink tote bag, a bunch of choc'lits and a huge pack of gummi bears from them. (:

punta tatay. and their oyster farm. ha-ha.

Queen Cassiopeia

I'm hurt because I know that you're not hurting at all.

in others' words

above photo with post-its is from herbeatingheart[tumblr].

i stumbled on something that says, life is an art in itself from the way you write your groceries list, you drink your tea, you love someone, you talk, etcetera. -it's a sweet thought.

yeah, i think even the way you get your heart broken is an art in itself. (:

bloglovin'- too tired to edit the links.

-http://notebookdoodles.blogspot.com/

-http://quote-book.tumblr.com/

Wave 7- Surigao Wave

naay days wala ko nahappy handling such a big class. and i have temper tantrums. but, these people are a reminder for me to work harder and be better every time.

hey shorty, it's your birthday

from nazel's camera.
bascon's
pepe's

mga anak ni sisa. ffffffffffound.

burst of happy-ness

from my broken nikon digi cam. :(

burst shots

nikon isn't so bad when you're bored and hurt and can't sleep.

babies are sunshine

in the peppery heat of bacolod summer. the kiddies will not take a nap. this afternoon, march 17, 2010.

my february

i wonder why i did not cry so hard, or wallowed in misery, or tried my hardest to put on a happy face. i am disconcertingly quite happy.

yes, i do laugh a lot, i smile a lot, i get upset in class, i can yell, fall flat on my tush laughing without a care in the world.
oh no, i'm not happy it's over and had to let go. letting go of a person you cared about is difficult. then again, this time it's a bit easier when you are given the reason to let go even if you know for a fact that you're not ready to let go yet. at the same time, things are in the correct perspective now; yes, even if it sounds mercenary- some people and relationships are for practice and for the mean time. ☻

swiped

swiped from an lj community.

shabby chic

in my apartment- i want more:
storage space
great decorations without taking space
putting the natural light to good use
less dust and musky-ness
diy projects.

oh well, i'd really be happy with new shelves. i wish the owner added the shelving like the ones i had in cebu then.

images from real simple.

horrid hair, broken heart

my hair has been horrible the past month. so i'm taking time to run a wide-tooth comb through it. place shine serum and a dollop of cream to keep the curls from frizz.

i'm trying to think of the trivial things around me lately.
like how i manage to be in class without a hint of blush on my cheeks,
a green make up base to keep me from turning red because the air-conditioner on my classroom goes full blast,
or how i have so many clothes, and i do not have enough closet space but, wind up with nothing to wear.

i wanted to ask why. and why wouldn't you sms or call. then again i already know the answer.

the way of love

The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they're given wings.


The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks

Posting about love and romance because of the lack thereof. (:

yeah baby

That's why you love her. It's that shit that happens when you get dumped. Doesn't matter if you loved the person or hated them, if they dump you, you yearn for them and miss them and love them and feel all the shit you didn't probably feel when you were with them. It's stupid and crazy, but that's the way it is.

-Bright Shiny Morning; James Frey

maybe that's why you're miserable when someone ditches you. on the other hand- you can always say "Next!"

furthermore

From my Multiply. Oh boy, I liked wallowing.