Nocturnal Melancholy

Upside-down dog. My baby Chiquito. ♥

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 17:30:00 +0800

Upside-down dog. My baby Chiquito. ♥

Awww. My cute Chiquito’s first time to ride a jeepney....

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0800

Awww. My cute Chiquito’s first time to ride a jeepney. Hee. :)

"Clever women are dangerous women."

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0800

“Clever women are dangerous women.”

- Damn right!

theanimalblog : Baby Devil Goat (via knee_bone) Rawr....

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 18:04:00 +0800

theanimalblog

Baby Devil Goat (via knee_bone)

Rawr. Ain’t this Chi a cutie? :D I want the same devil hoodie for my Chiquito. Hee.

Picturesque. Because we all need a little beachin’. And...

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 17:46:00 +0800

Picturesque. Because we all need a little beachin’. And oh, Bantayan beach is love.

Happy New Year!

Sat, 24 Jan 2009 11:34:00 +0800

I know I have been neglegting my Tumblr big time. Sorryyy. :(

I keep my (full) blog updated, though: http://pinkcoconut.izces.com/

Happy 2009! ;)

Random fisheye lomolovin’. With Em. :)

Sat, 17 May 2008 20:40:55 +0800

Random fisheye lomolovin’. With Em. :)

With Kimi and Em. ;)

Sat, 17 May 2008 20:39:00 +0800

With Kimi and Em. ;)

I Has A New Job! :D

Wed, 14 May 2008 20:33:00 +0800

Woot. I’m not jobless anymore. Yay.

I’ll be working as a researcher for the Makati branch of a multi-national company based in Switzerland. Their office is at the Citibank Tower in Paseo.

Finally.. After two months of being a bum. Haha.

Beach love. Happyness.

Mon, 12 May 2008 20:04:00 +0800

Beach love. Happyness.

Ripcurl girl. Bringing sexy back on the beach. Haha. ;)

Mon, 12 May 2008 19:22:00 +0800

Ripcurl girl. Bringing sexy back on the beach. Haha. ;)

Now blow that birthday candle! Happy birthday, hon. I love you...

Wed, 07 May 2008 20:11:00 +0800

Now blow that birthday candle! Happy birthday, hon. I love you so much. :)

Happy Birthday Red :)

Wed, 07 May 2008 18:17:00 +0800

Happy birthday.

I visited you in your office earlier, and we talked about, among other things, age and how we’re not getting any younger. Officially, you are now two years past the quarter of a century—yes, it’s incredible how you’re already past your mid-20s, but the greatest of your life’s journey is yet to come. Oh, don’t worry hon, you’re not quite in your late 20s yet, AND you don’t look it anyway. Hee.

I love you so much, hon. You know how extra special your birthday is.

Happy monthsary.

I can’t believe it’s been almost a year. Time flies by fast, no? It still feels like yesterday when you first approached me and asked for my name, then my YM screen name, and then borrowed my iPod cable—all in a span of less than 20 minutes. (Honestly, you really caught me off-guard that time, hon. Haha.) I admit it hasn’t been a completely smooth ride from then, but it is all so worth it. And look at us now.

Hon, I know in my heart there’ll be more ‘almost another year’ to come for us. I can’t say this enough, and I know you know it already, but still, I want the whole world to know…

I LOVE YOU.

I make drama work. Boo.

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 12:58:01 +0800

I make drama work. Boo.

Why I Love and Hate Weddings

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 12:18:00 +0800

I have a love and hate relationship with weddings. I love attending weddings as a guest, as they can make me feel all mushy and romantic. Aside from that, attending weddings is a great excuse to get all dolled up and pretty inside a church, where you are supposed to wear conservative clothing. Getting wed (in the future for me), is also a lovely idea. Indeed, it can make a woman feel like a princess for a day, with the lovely white gown and all. I don’t know about how male guests and grooms feel about wedding, but the grooms in the weddings I have attended so far looked genuinely happy.

Weddings may be dreamy and fairy tale-like, but they can also be nightmarish. Here is where the hate comes in. There is something quite not right in spending obscenely huge amounts of money for the bride to wear a white dress, for the groom to wear tux or barong, and for the bride’s maids and groom’s men to wear color coordinated outfits. Preparing the entourage’s costumes (yes, costumes, as a wedding is a traditional ceremony), will set you back thousands of hard-earned money. Of course, you also need to consider the expenses for the church, the reception, the food, the flowers, the works!

In this side of the world where poverty is common place, rice is nearing scarcity, and public utilities are a luxury, spending insane amounts of money for a one day affair seem strangely out-of-place. Taking into consideration all the practicalities of life, getting wed in a church is something you really have to think twice about. But then again, dreams are rarely made of practicalities.

In the future, I still want to get married in a solemn ceremony where I can wear a lovely white dress, carry a bouquet of flowers, and wear an attractive veil over my head. I still want to see my husband-to-be wearing a barong Tagalog, or a tuxedo if that’s what he wants. But then again, we might think about it twice. My future husband and I have an uncommon concept of weddings, so maybe we can consider the more practical ideas, rather than the dream-chasing ones. After all, what is important is how much we love each other, and how we plan on building our life together, in the comfort and security of our future family.

So maybe, just maybe, weddings are not really for me. But then again, nothing is ever final.

LomoLovin’. At Dream Waves Resort in Bulacan.

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 22:35:00 +0800

LomoLovin’. At Dream Waves Resort in Bulacan.

My First Encounter With The Pinoy Hip-Hop Scene

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 02:57:00 +0800

Last night, I went out with friends to go drinking, catch up on each other, and just about have fun. I haven’t gone out drinking for the longest time, so I was happy that I was finally able to do so. Little did I expect that the night would bring some sort of learning and cultural education–Pinoy style.

As you have probably guessed from my previous post, I am a big fan of techno, trance, and electronica music as a whole. I also listen to a bit of indie, jazz, and rock, but I don’t have much liking for hip-hop, rap, and R&B–in fact, I dislike it (sorry!). I don’t really listen to foreign hip-hop, rap, or R&B tracks, unless they are of the commercial variety (even worse, I know, sorry).

So now, can you imagine my reaction when I first found out that there was going to be an open mic session for aspiring Pinoy rap and hip-hop artists at the bar we went to last Saturday? Neither can I. As much as I try to be nonchalant about it, I was actually excited and shocked–I just couldn’t what I was hearing. Haha. (I wouldn’t mention the bar’s name anymore, but it’s located somewhere along Macapagal. It’s a popular chain of bars in the US, and my friend’s family owns the bar so it was cool. Who can resist free/discounted booze? Haha!).

When the first group went up the stage to perform, I was bracing myself for the worst. I was actually all ready to go to the next bar, but the curious (and drunkard) in me wanted to stay. C’mon, how many times will this happen again? Probably never again for me, so it’s really better that I just stay and soak in everything I could. And boy, did I soak in everything I could! Hahaha. My knowledge of Pinoy hip-hop and rap is more or less comprised of Francis M, Andrew E, Salbakutah (did I spell it right?), Gloc 9, and SunValleyCrew. Mention any other names and you would get a cute (haha!) ‘Huh?’ from me. :P But that night, I was able to see what the Pinoy hip-hop scene is really like.

One of my boyfriend’s friend who was with us that night was apparently a part of the Pinoy hip-hop scene, in the non-poseur sense. I haven’t really given his musical taste that much attention until I was able to see him with his crew. Almost everyone looked like him–shaved heads, baggy pants, loose shirts, ice and all. The girls of the hip-hop scene–contrary to my pre-conceived idea of them, partly based on how the media portrays them–were actually pretty decent. There were some girls who did look like sluts and bitches (political correctness aside), but I’d rather not go into that.

Going back to what I was saying, I really didn’t expect that I would actually be entertained by the groups who performed that night. Some of the pieces the rap groups performed, originals I presume, were really catchy and upbeat–perfect for the Pinoy hip-hop enthusiast. Some groups sucked, although they tried their hardest to sound cool.

If you wanna see for yourself how the night went, click here. It’s an über-short clip of one of the rap groups that we, (my boyfriend and I), actually liked. Hehe. They’ve got some originality, yo. You just gotta hand it to Pinoys.

Now, sinong malupit? (who’s wicked?). Haha! :)

Happy. Love’s a beach. ;)

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 05:33:36 +0800

Happy. Love’s a beach. ;)

Eight Months and Counting.

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 14:28:00 +0800

As I sat on your bed, using your laptop to type this, you were all over the room cleaning it. You sorted through your credit card, phone, and Internet bills. You dug into the pile, looking for anything of importance that can be salvaged or used for future reference. You took a peek at me, and I told you not to read what I’m typing. You will be able to read this later anyway, and you have said so yourself.

You crossed to the end of the room wearing my two-and-a-half inch high Havaianas, then left it on that side of the room. You wore each of your three pairs of Havaianas one after the other, then walked to the other side of the room. You made sure to carefully step on the rug to clean each slippers’ underside. You finished sorting out your Havaianas, and then you sat beside me. Again, I told you to please not read what I’m typing. You blurted a sigh of incredulity, and walked away. You went out the room, and after a few seconds, you were back.

This time, you tried to surprise me, as you know I am very easily surprised. (Haha.) You smiled a huge smile when I just looked at you and told you, again, to please not read what I’m typing. You went out the room again, and came back after a few minutes, a new rug in hand. You cleaned your books and wiped the top of your bookshelves. You dropped a thick book that landed with a bang on the floor, and cursed yourself for it. Oh, btw, you succeeded in surprising me by shouting something unintelligible. Haha.

Sigh. A sad moment then occurred. You dropped another book. The book’s pages laid open and a dozen printed-out photos of you and your most recent ex-girlfriend came flying out of the pages. You tried to hide them from me, but I already saw them. I asked if I could please see them. You reluctantly agreed, though not after you told me that it won’t be a good idea. As I sorted through them, I felt something I can’t explain—not jealousy or anger, it was something else, something close to helplessness. I brushed it away, and even managed to ask you a few questions: why do you still have these? (She returned them to me), did you have these printed out? (She did, I will never do that), but why did she return them to you if she was the one who had it printed out? (Yeah, I know, confusing right?). Yes, it was indeed confusing. After I have seen each photo and arranged them in a proper pile, you grabbed them from me. I couldn’t explain the look on your face: was it sympathy or confusion, or was it a smirk? I asked what you were going to do with the photos, you just said you’ll throw them away. You then went out the room.

You went back the room, this time with a big black trash bag in your hand. You sorted through your empty perfume bottles, native necklaces and bracelets, and other trivial stuff. You asked me what to do with each, I told you to just give them away. You threw them all in the trash bag, sparing nothing. I believe those bracelets and necklaces matched those of your most recent ex-girlfriend. Like you, she must have thrown them away already.

Big black trash bag already filled with empty bottles, empty shoe boxes, and unwanted necklaces and bracelets, you made your way to the door. You just threw your tangible memories away.

Once again, you were back in the room. You told me you were done cleaning up, and sat beside me on the bed. Again, I told you that I am still not done typing so please do not read it yet. You say that you can’t possibly read everything in a glance, but you saw a line that started with ‘Sigh. A sad moment..’. You asked me about it, your eyes playful yet scared, but I just told you to read the whole thing later.

You then sat on the floor beside the bed, playing Patapon, our new favorite game, on your PSP. I knew you were waiting for me to finish what I was typing so you can cuddle up beside me. I sensed your impatience as you shifted positions and glanced at me after every few minutes. I bent over to kiss you on the cheek.

You are just adorable.

Happy monthsary, hon. I love you.

Lullatone is Love, too :)

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 12:28:27 +0800

Lullatone is Love, too :)