Vday/Bday/CoffeePARTY

Last Valentine’s was the funnest. =) Party of 8 with┬áJap, Joko, Eunice, Donnie, Enzo, Kassy and Dietrich.

We made Valentine’s and Birthday wall greetings…

We ate good food: pizza, ensaimada, crinkles, liempo, lechon manok, chicharon…

We had an awesome coffee experience c/o of Jap the coffee addict.

There was also a surprise for the birthday boy. ­čÖé

I had loads of fun being with my constant lovelies. ­čÖé

February 14 was Hoplang-Hopla indeed. It was probably what Jessica S*** would have done. LOL.

Sorry, inside joke.

HOPLA!!!

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listening to: Arcade Fire – Ready to Start

IyaYoZo

After the VERY SPECIAL trip to the famous Mang Larry’s isawan, Yo, Zo and I went to the Bahay ng Alumni for camwhoring then to the SC for Rodic’s.

This is my favorite pic from the Bahay ng Alumni camwhoring. My besty has kickass spatial intelligence, even if the ex doesn’t agree. LOL.

How she achieved this fantastic shot? Eto.

This is our attempt in spelling Eunice’s nickname. Haha, hindi mukhang YO. Mukhang Y8, di’ba? Nyahaha. #fail

Flowers at the Shopping Center for ze Valentine’s season.

Rodic’s tapsilog!!!

Iya + Yo = perfect combo just like tapsilog + sinigang na baboy of Rodic’s

The YoZo combo? Ewan ko lang ha…

Yo at the UP Chapel =)

Next stop: Conspiracy.

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Pics from Eunice and Enzo

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listening to: Weezer – Island in the Sun

Chelsea Walls

I’ve heard plenty of bad reviews about Ethan Hawke’s 2002 feature directorial debut, Chelsea Walls.

I still want to watch it just to see the part where Rosario Dawson was reading this beautiful, beautiful poem.

The residents of the Chelsea Hotel in New York City, young and full of expectations, mingle with the old hotel ghosts and guests, ultimately becoming interchangeable. They form a community, linked by their dreams. The Chelsea Hotel never really leaves the people who live there, nor do they ever really leave it. (Source: Metacritic)

I want to be a lost poem in a stranger’s coat pocket,
that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams.
I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give you your reflection.
I want your eyes on me.
I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there.
I want everyhing before you to follow us like a trail behind me.
I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.

I want……I want so much I’m breathless.
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it.
I want my words to scream through you.
I want the poem not to mean that much.
And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what I mean.
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close.
I want endless days when it’s day and nightime never to end when it’s night.
I want all the seasons in one day.
I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.
I want water to run up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes.
I want to think your thoughts becuase they’re mine. I want only what’s urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when you’re supposed to, like you do already.
And I want you to be tender, like you do already.
And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important.
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us.

I want to forget.
I want to remember us.
And when you say you love me, I don’t want to think you really mean New York City and all the fun we have in it.
And I want your smile always and your grimaces too.
I want your scar on my lips and I want your dissappointments in my heart.
I want your strength in my soul, and I want my soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say, and I do.
And I want you to tell me what’s best, when I dont know.
And when you’re lost I want to find you.
And when your weary, I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us…

=`)

Belated Happy Valentine’s Day!

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listening to: Daft Punk – Something About Us

Sino si Mang Larry?

Maraming mga celebrities na galing UP. Ilan dito ay sila Ryan Cayabyab, Atom Araullo, Sarah Geronimo, Sharon Cuneta, Tuesday Vargas, Angel Aquino, Jessica Soho, Lucy Torres-Gomez, at shempre pa, ang THE Eraserheads. Karamihan sa mga nabanggit ko ay nakita ko na in person. Pero wala sa kanila ang nakapagpa-starstruck sa akin.

Well, fine, starstruck pala ako ng very light nung nakita ko one time si Ely Buendia sa BF Paranaque.

Ang kauna-unahang “celeb” from UP na talagang napa-jawdrop ako sa mangha ay walang iba kung hindi si….

MANG LARRY.

Hindi niyo kilala si Mang Larry? Aba, pwes, ibig sabihin nito ay hindi niyo pa na-encounter ang supermegafamous isawan niya. Matatagpuan ito sa tapat ng Kalayaan Hall, mga tatlong tambling mula sa SC at mga labing-apat na tambling plus dalawang kembot from Bahay ng Alumni. Noong nag-aaral pa ako sa UP, inaa-araw-araw ko ang isaw baboy ni Mang Larry. May mga nakikita akong fellow UP-ians (haha whaaat) ko at mga Atenista, mga taga-Miriam at kung saan saan pang karatig pook. Balita ko nga, napagtapos ni Mang Larry ang mga anak niya sa kolehiyo dahil sa isawan niya.

Noong Sabado, binitbit namin ni Eunice ang kaibigan naming Lasalista na si Enzo sa UP para siya ay iligaw sa lagoon pagulungin sa Sunken Garden ipasyal. Ang isawan ni Mang Larry ang una naming pinagdalhan sa kanya.

Ang haba ng pila. Pero mabilis naman ang galaw. Buti na lang kasi nabubutas na ang tiyan ko sa asido mula sa pagkagutom noon. Atat na ako sa favorite kong isaw baboy and dirty ice cream combo.

Noong nagbayad kami, nakaharap ko ang isang mama na ang daming bling-blings. para lang galing Saudi. Tinanong ko siya…

“Kayo po ba si Mang Larry?”

“Oo. Ako nga si Mang Larry.”

“Pwede po bang magpapicture?”┬á

“Aba, oo sige!”

O diba? Ang dali lang kausap ni Mang Larry. Hindi ko na ipopost ang picture namin, dahil mukha akong bruha doon. Eto na lang si Eunice at Enzo na kausap siya. Ito yata ‘yung in-explain ni Mang Larry kung bakit special ang special isaw nila.

At tignan niyo ang Cart (#11)… hindi lang Isawan yan. FAMOUS ISAWAN AT UP CAMPUS QC pa ‘yan! O ha?! O ha?!

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Kaya sa susunod na mapadpad kayo sa Peyups, ‘wag kalimutan na pumunta sa may Kalay para namnamin ang isaw, barbeque, betamax, chicharon etc etc ni Mang Larry. Maari din kayong mamili sa sweet vinegar at spicy vinegar. Wag niyong gagayahin si Enzo. Hindi iced tea yung nasa plastic jugs. Suka yon. Suka. Maasim. Hindi panulak ng isaw. may tinda rin silang C2, bottled water at softdrinks.

Pasensya na hindi ko maalala ngayon ang presyo ng mga tinda sa Mang Larry’s Famous Isawan at UP Campus *whew* pero naaalala ko na nagulat kami na mura pa rin hanggang ngayon. P3.00 yata per stick ang isaw at P10.00 naman ang barbeque.

Suggestion ko na gayahin niyo kami at bumili rin kayo ng dirty ice cream ka-partner ng isaw. Ito lang naman ay kung hindi maarte ang tiyan niyo, ok?

Ang dirty ice cream sa may Kalay ay karaniwang may chez, strooberi, ahvhocahdhow at chocolicate flavors.

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listening to: Live – Selling The Drama

Ikaw na, kuya. Ikaw na talaga!

I don’t like my handwriting.

Well, it’s not hideous. You’d still be able to understand it, but it’s still┬ánot like that of someone who went to an exclusive all-girls school. I dare you to check the penmanship of your Assumptionista and Paulinian friends. :p Fine, it ain’t always true. I have a friend from assumption who writes as if she’s half doctor, half chicken. Mwahaha.

Anyhoo, my fellow recruiters attended a schoolfair and one applicant stood out- his handwriting, at least.

O di’ba?!!??? Sabi nga nila parang Mara Clara font lang daw!

He’s a boy so X to him going to an exlusive school for girls. He might have wanted to attend one? Or maybe he’s a Fine Arts student? Ewan. Basta, award talaga si kuya.

That’s it. Just sharing. ­čśŤ

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listening to Jamie Foxx – Steppin to the Bad Side

Rock Band > Pop Princess

A friend asked me why I spend so much (well not really) for concert tickets when I can just use the money for more important things (food, clothes, travel, drugs) and yeah, he has a point. Hindi naman ako mahilig manood ng concerts dati, nagsimula lang yata ang pag-aadik ko ng pagpunta sa concerts nung napanood namin sila David Cook and David Archuleta.

I gotta start saving for my out-of-town and out-of-the-country trips,┬áso I gotta get the money for concert tickets out of my list of expenses… but right after I go to a concert this 1st quarter. :p I had to decide whether to watch… Taylor Swift on February 19

or Stone Temple Pilots on March 9.

I decided last week that I’ll go to the STP concert in Araneta. Bakit kamo? Ako na kanta ng kanta ng hits ni Taylor na You Belong With Me, Love Story┬áat Half of My Heart (duet niya with John Mayer)? Ako na namirata agad ng songs from her latest album,┬á┬áBack to┬áDecember? Ako na ang alam lang na mga kanta ng STP ay Plush, Vasoline at Interstate Love Song? Hindi ko pa kabisado ang lyrics!

Ang sagot diyan ay, hindi rin ako sure. But I guess I want to try to experience a classic rockband concert. Classic naman sila, di’ba? Hahaha. Salamat sa internet at makakapag-download ako ng ibang songs nila para hindi naman ako mukhang tanga na nakatunganga lang sa concert.

Aba, sana kasi kung si Taylor Lautner ang darating sa Pinas.

Kahit tumahimik, tumayo lang siya sa Araneta at maghubad. Go ako, sa Super VIP section pa. With backstage pass. Eh hindi eh. :p

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listening to: STP – Wicked Garden

Hello, Feb! BRB

Still busy.

AND HAPPY!

Minsan, confused. Hehehe. Lots of good things happened since Monday. Stuff about job fairs, talking to the ex, seeing friends, listening to new music, having my appetite back (me thinks) etc etc.

I hope by next week, I can already create a proper post. ­čśŤ

Just sharing a picture of Joko and moi at CBTL, Greenbelt taken last Wednesday.

Oh well, brb.

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listening to: Dido – White Flag

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