qa elves and ghouls.

nov. 1 photos.

the girl on a string

my phone died. gelo's gettin' me a new one. haha. ü (bitaw oi, it's about time that i get me a new one:) FOR THE MEAN TIME, IT'LL BE THE EARLY 90'S FOR ME. i can live without a phone. hehe.
moving into the new apartment was postponed. we'll move tomorrow or on saturday. ü

fun/ happy things yesterday:
- dinner at shakey's with miko's mom and shobe(and boyfriend)// i did not tell him i appreciate the thought that he shares his family with me
- lottery tickets. haha.
- the non static feather duster and the vanilla mini trees i got from handy man
- the stretchy/elastic roll of bead string i got from the same hardware (i stayed up & slept late stringing beads and crystals:)
-the finnish baby girl we "borrowed" from her lola at the mall and took turns carrying and taking pictures with.. we were all smitten, her name is daniella and even called gelo, "dada"..

on a more serious, grown-up note:
- this morning the boss asked us if we got passports. would that be the ticket to peru or cebu?(nyaks corny..)
- gawd the downpayment for the new place is a pain in the tush
- fuel charges for plane tickets sky rocketed.. i'm cheap, a 2k roundtrip tkt to cebu is NOT my kind of CHEAP
- moving into their house after our four month contract ends with the new apartment??? and possibly gettin' married---> growing up is a pain in the tush again..i'm not sure how i feel about his plans. i just nod. and say yes or okay. but, that lil white cloud hangin' on my head that we'll have things legal next year keeps me warm at night. maybe, this is how it feels to be betrothed w/out a ring. lol.

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nicole got us handmade string rusta girl/guy bracelets
andrea got me a plastic bubble ring(purplish-bluish-pinkish)// and this huge flowery rhinestone ring i love..
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i can't wait to move. can't wait for cebu with gelo and my family.

 

If you saw her in these moments, you might think she was collecting her thoughts in order to go forward. But I see it another way: Her mind is being overwhelmed by two processes that must simultaneously proceed at full steam. One is to deal with and live in the present world. The other is to re-experience and mourn something that happened long ago. It is as though her lightness pulls her toward heaven, but the extra gravity around her keeps her earthbound.

Or is it that I think too much?

The Pleasure Of My Company By: Steve Martin

I've Packed A Change Of Clothes And It's Time To Move On.

we were somehow okay last weekend. we got thru the whole weekend w/out beating each other with hurtful words- like we would when arguements are bad. sometimes, i just get into a belligerent mode then at times, i realise it's futile to argue. i told him, i don't want to be right, but, it's just that i know that most times, I AM. hehe. ü//
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after shift friday, we looked for a new place because our utilities bill is exorbitantly charged, for a small coldwater pad with just an a/c, our bill sky rocketed to 2k. wtf? and mind you, it's been like this for the past 3 months and we were just mum.

(saturday)

i've been eyeing the unit from the building that's almost adjacent to our place now. with God's grace, two units are available, and the billing cycle would be almost the same with amapola's. so, we're almost okay. we'd just settle for a smaller pad, w/out a kitchen sink. and we will finally get rid of our habit of eating canned everything. hehe. we will not cook. it's going to be take out/ eat out/ bbq or carenderia galores..
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so, weekend..

fast food spree and boredom.. kfc friday, jollibee sunday, saturday, home cook-in.
we didn't go out saturday, i'm soooo into the domestication thingy-ness, laundry and spent some time on the roof deck with davey, taking pictures, i told the lil boy, we are going away already; moving into a new apartment..

sunday, we looked for stuff for the place at robi.
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sometimes, i honestly don't want to be right. i just want things okay.
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Beautiful Lies by Lisa Unger

And we stood like that. The joining of hands is highly underrated in the acts of intimacy. You kiss acquaintances or colleagues, casually to say hello or goodbye. You might even kiss a close friend chastely on the lips. You might quickly hug anyone you know. You might even meet someone at a party, take him home and sleep with him, never to see him or hear from him again. But to join hands and stand holding each other that way, with the electricity of possibilities flowing between you? The tenderness of it, the promise of it, is only something you share with a few people in your life.

boys

a whole lot like love

kentot, tita cayeel, mommy sheilamoy, gawd, my nephew is lookin' more bisaya by the day. haha. but, still the most adorable tiny tot there is. hehe. ü// thank you shobe for sending these out..you made my monday.. ♥
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I see children as kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're both breathless - they crash - they hit the rooftop - you pat and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly.

Finally they are airborne; they need more string and you keep letting it out. But with each twist of the ball of twine, there is a sadness that goes with joy. The kite becomes more distant, and you know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone.

Only then you know that you did your job.

--- Erma Bombeck, as quoted in Amy Borovoy's The Too-Good Wife ---

sometimes ilove my youngest sister

swiped from her friendster w/out permission. hehe.
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One of the strange things about living in the world is it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender, solemn dawn time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening, until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun--which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and waiting makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone's eyes. the secret garden

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ubusa na ng issues mo.
wala ko sala sa imo.

wala man ko accountability sa imo for my actions in the past
and those ppl whom you don't want me to speak with; are ppl who i don't want to deal with or see ever man gne. mas double pa.

ang kaso, they are there. so i've to get over it and move on.
why can't you deal with the fact that i'm merely making a conversation and am not doing a conscious effort to make friends?

i don't need any of them. if you cannot see that. then kanugon sang mata mo. sometimes, if you cannot understand try intelligence beh.

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hay, true to life siguro si salma hayek, if you have a shitty relationship, you'd much rather have a relationship with your flowers.

ako- laundry and cactus unta.

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dammit, i've to look for a new place pa.. yopkas najud ning afaks sa ako uyab na toddler.