last day of our summer

last summer day. hopefully last power interruption too! komash na branout ha.
baby sat keken yesterday. he slept on my tummy cuz he got scared of kairi's wail over the phone. ♥

to be able to see kenji grow up is such a blessing. ;p

quintin you are my once in a lifetime

i(you) will miss me(us) one day.

:(

pee memories. were in your washroom one two many times earlier this morning. not good.

slowly relapsing into madness

never had typed a proper blog entry for so long.

yeah life lately is strangely city-empty. moreover, it's taculing-empty.

all i've done in tumblr is reblog quotes and photos. they're altogether lovely.

and falling in love with casey james. whose second marriage is to a chulalongkorn- and that'll be me. ☺

there are weekends when you suddenly lose people whom you cared about. or when you feel like you lackluster once the other person sees your weakness and flaws. i've learned that a thousand times over and i wonder why i never really learned-learned.

my 6th financial accounting class ended last week. i'm unattached to this class. which is very good in a way. and i never gave my best shot- which is sayang in so many ways. and really, shame on me for not doing my best.

i wish i can reclaim church on sundays. i do not know. i cannot tell.

i won't be on piers, airport terminals, beaches, or in another city within the month. so sundays would've to be church sundays.

i've a new class tomorrow. i wish i can say that i can afford a new country in february. Lord let this be an early 29th birthday gift. lemme not mess everything up.

someone's done messing with my thoughts. so i guess, it's about time that i move to california and work my tush out.

photo from deadmarch-tumblr.

i finally understood us. :(

image from deadmarch tumblr.

forever summer

san carlos
sipaway

♡♡♡♡

♡

easy does it sunday

lunch at kfc sm with keken and dichee
and checking the ribbons/sling at a booth
world of fun gaming for the little boy
look how pretty he is without hair. ♥

i need a boy who will build me a walk in closet

i lived in a dumpster called my bedroom for about a month now. i've been travelling all weekends of May that i neglected to check if the bedroom is still in its proper state of mind or health.

i need to weed out my clothes or else clothe-like characters might burgeon within my minuscule closet. i have the uncanny ability to grow pot in a pot. so i'm sure my clothes will do the same.

summer kinda wonderful- makati

weekend in QC/BCD-Silay Airport/NAIA/Makati
5/22-24

the lonely planet series- makati

durban street inn's fishtank shower
at naia's delifrance- my left over crumbs and coffee
my hotel room in makati
cannot be dainty about it
bacolod silay airport
terminal 3- pasay.

makati by my lonesome. weekend of may 22-24, 2010.

our beautiful boy

keken a race car driver

char. yesterday at sm quantum. 20may

humdrums of being stuck in this city

my shopping list from yesterday's payday's very exciting. lol.

got keken playdohs

some aa batteries

a hammer!

a new wall clock- 3rd wall clock in my stay in this apartment because the two others always fell off the wall

two umbrellas

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i wish my shopping list would improve next month. ☺

ninjas.

xhieng's bday. 19may.

eat sweet

may 19, 2010

kenji at 3yrs and 8 months

♥

kenji, pimping his ride. ☻

sm groceries today.

pimp my ride- love kenji

at SM groceries today. 5/16/2010.
(:

pink overkill

my nikon died on me after the guimaras trip. not the kind of gal who takes care of things and is neat about her things. in my chaos, i kinda find order. and so, i was depressed.

then i came across this pink polaroid. it's very cheap, it's like two weekends' worth of wining and dining.

and i thought, eff yeah get it.

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am ending this post with aerosmith's pink:

Pink it was love at first sight

Pink when I turn out the light, and

Pink gets me high as a kite

And I think everything is going to be all right

No matter what we do tonight

life lately- regret is a bitter pill

i regret i can't smoke now and moving forward and that i regret ever having started on marlboro red around 5-6 years ago.

ugh fcuk, actually.

currently i'm taking these antibiotics and pain killers. i hope the whole thing goes away. if not, i hope i go away before the docs had to tell me they're drilling my jaw bones. i'd rather be a quarter of a million peso or half a million peso than a living unpretty sight because of a lopsided face. no, no, no.

you're so new york, and i'm effing taculing

quintin smsd and asked me to go straight to his place cuz they're boozing. i told him i cannot imbibe in alcohol cuz i'm on antibiotics. and said i'll be there provided that i just go there and hang.

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on the way out of my street's corner, he appears with some 2 guys scott/brian keverity whoever and says holdap. brian had his bulldog belle on hand. and i wind up walking towards another street corner where we'd windup seeing this potanginang big brown dog(great dane i thunk) and a black blind old pitbull who used to be in sabong, and then this stupid monkey on a basketball hoop.

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and then he tells me we're hanging at the crackhouse and that food will be cooked there. i'm like hasslefeck. i'll go home. so i went home with love2x. and fixed me hotdogs and ham and mustard and ketchup.

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and love2x and i walked did another walking towards the sanitarium hospital road where the balot vendors are. then we bought coke and chips and ice.

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he asked if i wanted some more hotdogs cuz he pan-seared 3 huge warm ones which i devoured in no time. it was very ummmmmmmm kilig achully.

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the night was going okay achully til quintin dares me to go towards the back of the dilapidated manor and check if there was a white lady.

i freaked out. and walked out of the gate crying. he went after me and placed his arms around me while we were discussing why i'm freaking out and crying.

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when i reached my apartment's gate. i cannot mouth what i wanted to say. i don't know. this might be the last night that i'm everrrrrrrrrrrr everr going out with him.

he was being a jerk in the first place.

i was there and he barely paid attention. and he makes me cry. it's ridiculous like that.

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about a boy

Michael Angelo rolls off nicely on my tongue. While visiting the Olympic Peninsula once, I saw Michaels, the craft stores scattered in U.S. – I emailed him, “Langga, (Love in the Visayan languages.) I missed you again today because I saw a store with your first name.” I try to associate him with so many things (Michael Kors, the jell-o), even people. If you’ve seen one episode of “Iconoclasts” some seasons back, Michael Stipe, R.E.M.’s front act was on the show; and I’m like “Wow, this guy dances and acts oddly enough like Gelo. And he’s got Gelo’s first name.”

At 25, a 21 year old boy walked into my life and made my stay in a godforsaken city I tagged “Piayaland” (Bacolod) bearable. Sometimes, when I come across my archived emails, I would tearfully tell myself, that those were really good times.

forever love

kenji is so cute, you wanna eat him!

THAT’S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN.

swiped off tumblr.

sipaway bebe

swiped off potipot's fb.

juanvote!

chak noris cuz i wasn't able to register for this year's election. but, had tried to exercise my right to suffrage 6 years ago. ;p a page off my old diary. rooted for roco even though he wasn't in the lead. ;p (rip senator raul.)

oh the girls you find when you're not looking!

met the coolest girl. who was sooooo broken and crazed and screwed up like i. and was unapologetic like dut. when you see or meet someone who is not as perfect as you are and relates to you without judging, you know you found a kindred spirit.

i like her. tons.