Kurt Ely

Last October, I attended a christening of our dear Kurt Ely Ocaya Santos. Kurt for Cobain. Ely for Buendia. His parents are potheads. That explains the name. HAHAHAHAHA.

Anyway, I was late because my exam, during that day, ended at around 8pm. Went to Marco Hotel as soon as I was done. Glad to see Barbie and Kat. I miss the other VOLs girls.

Here are the pictures:

First four photos came from Clickrhappy. I wasn't around when they did the shoot. But hooray to them for great great great photos!!! :D

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Let the camwhoring begin...

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Oh, yeah. Looks like someone wants to have my balloons.

The Prodigal Tumblerina

Why, hello there strangers. It's good to be back. There are loads of reasons as to why I'll be spending more time here and it's because of the following:

1. I am currently in Yemen.

2. I stopped school for this semester (but I hope to be back by June that is if I still have the heart for it.)

3. I am pregnant.

4. I got rid of my Facebook.

5. I kid a lot. So, just figure out which among written above are lies/jokes. HAHAHA.

Anyway, I think my Tumblr needs a new look. It took me time to find the perfect theme. I found one but it costs $9 and then another one really caught my attention but it's worth $12. So here I am with this simple white minimalist look with my favorite font as well as font size and most importantly, it's for FREE!

So, let me have a last look:

It has been an awesome two years, old theme. But you know, life must move on and I believe change is good.

It's just so sad that the new theme won't allow me to have a "description" or "about-me" box in the corner. I just need to tweak some HTML codes, which, as of the moment, is a pain in the neck and yes, the ass too. So I guess I have to settle with this temporarily and make further changes as long as I have the urge to finally give it a total make-over.

Also, starting today, I'll make sure I'll put tags on every entries just to keep things organized. What can I say? Change, again, is good. Ha ha ha. This is actually a good day, I feel so productive.

So yeah, I'll leave you with this for now. I miss writing. Seriously.

Laters.

(Nicked this off my Tumblr)

Ten years ago, some girl almost joined the “try-out” for her high school’s soccer team. Ten minutes later, she changed her mind. She thought others were already so good with it that her confidence had gone from 5 to 0. She joined the swimming team, instead.

You see, these 10-year-old studs will no longer feel bad that the “owner” never really had gotten the chance to wear it during an actual game. She allowed others to borrow it for some game but she never used it herself.

Not until September 19, 2010.

Oh yea, I was that girl. No longer a soccer-game virgin. I might not gotten a goal but I sure did use the ten-year-old studs.

One for the books, yo!

That Monday Night

I will make this really brief. I just want to write about this. I mean, I just feel I need to.

Just lately, I asked God for something. He gave it to me a few hours later. I don’t think God misleads us, right?

So, yes. If this is what HE wants then by all means, I will embrace it - with all of my heart.

Thank you Jesus. I believe in you.

SCHOOL GIRL

Yes I am.

This time, with XU’s College of Law.

Sey. :P

Will be talking more about school next time. I feel sleepy nah.

Laters.

Cabbage Lady

Earlier today, as I was on my way home I felt so tired. I just had my first oral recitation, the cramming made me so stressed and my feet felt like they want to wear slippers pronto. Unfortunately, I had to commute. My mother couldn't wait for me that longer since Mondays would mean going home at 8pm and if mother's not there, I don't have a schoolbus. Since I no longer do some of my freelance stints and am trying to save for something, that means only one thing: I am broke.

And so, after much contemplation, I decided to be in a jeepney instead of a cab. While I was already at Carmen Boulevard, I sighed when the jeepney turned left - it would still be taking its usual route: passing by Carmen Market.

If only I were in a comic book, my bubble head would probably say, "Hayyyy, am so tired. School's tough. My feet hurt. I am broke. I am hungry. My phone's battery died on me, like it usually does and this jeepney is like having a walk in the park or something. Wow. Is today a good Monday or what?"

Then just after we passed by Ororama, a lady in her late 30's told the driver to stop since she's going down. With her is a basket, a very huge one and it has a lot of cabbages inside it and it took her a lot of strength to push the basket since she was seated at the back, just near the driver's seat. She struggled as she pushed it and at the same time was quite conscious that it took her time to push it out since everybody else in the jeepney wants to go home the soonest time possible.

As I looked at her, it made me think a lot. I am blessed enough to just care about how my feet hurt or how tired I was to commute or by merely studying while that lady struggled to work her ass off by travelling with a gigantic basket with cabbages in it.

So, yeah. Thank you, Cabbage Lady. ;)

Moral of the story: Don't whine just because you're hungry, broke, stressed out and your phone's battery died on you. :P

Tuga Tuga English Dili Mao! Haha

"didn't u already bought a new one??? geez!" -- hoy kaligo!!! english2x dili mao!

"I know but didn't u bought another one just recently? " -- abi nku namali ra.. dili diay hahahah

DICK GORDON!!!

This is me showing support for my President, Dick Gordon!!!

And oh, Binay for Vice President! :)

So. I see.

Her: You should check out Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist soundtrack. It's awesome.

Him: Oh? Beh?

Her: Here.

Him: Ok. Mmmm.

Her: Ha? You don't like?

Him: Ok ra.

Her: Mmm. Okay.

Two days later, the guy's friends kept mentioning about the soundtrack and how he (the guy) introduced the movie as well as the soundtrack to everybody.

So, I see.

The Moon Talks

Upside down, on the left side of my bed, I look at the moon reflecting on the glass of my window and I am looking through my spectacles that have scratches on it. Surreal- the moon. It’s past 1 in the morning but it still felt like it’s 10.

Urbandub’s Apparition is keeping me company for the past 30 minutes and now, as I am writing this very sentence, the EBTG playlist is on. I have always been a fan of shuffling but this time, I want it in a same-artist, same-sound, well-organized order.

This is what I am talking about. The inspiration to write. This, I am feeling, right now does not happen every single day and so I am savoring it as much as I could. I had to stop what I am currently doing since the moon or maybe the inspiration is too strong that it mesmerized me abruptly. That strong.

So let’s see where this “inspiration” would lead me.

Not because I am inspired to write doesn’t mean I have someone special right now. Or at least I don’t want to put it in that context. Inspiration comes in different perspective. It’s probably just the mood, or the timing or the darkness of this room and how sexy it matches the light on my laptop’s screen.

Quite dreamy. Quite SATC, Carrie Bradshow-like.

Seriously, I don’t know. As I try to look back at the moon right now. I could not find it.

But, wait.

Yes, for a minute, I had to stop writing since I went to the left side of the bed again, lying upside down and there, I’ve seen the blurry yet magical moon once again.

It’s telling me something. I know it does.

Well, truth of the matter, lately, I’ve never felt this grounded. I don’t know if this comes with the age. Or, well, probably from the ups and downs that goes around in a twentysomething’s life. It could be. But right now, other than being grounded, I am also being humbled by everything that surrounds me. They make me tick. They make me learn. They make me feel humane.

And just like the moon in my window, all I need to know is that it’s there and all I need to do is look at it in a different perspective to have a greater, clearer view of it.

Believe, that’s probably what the moon is telling me. :)

A World of Their Own

Three movies in one day: about the dog, a couple’s playlist and an NFL champ. And the last two, she seen both already but never really mind since both were worth watching for, again.

The afternoon rain, it made her feel needy, sleepy and lazy. It made her curl like a kitten but the dog story kept her awake. Initially, the dog plot made him feel reluctant to see the film but knowing she could not escape her power to convince, he finally gave in. The redness of his eyes showed how he tried to stop his tears from coming out.

REM at 11, he snores like that of an incoming train unmindful of the babies he might wake up.

Brawny shoulders to the rescue as Princess Aurora turned into an owl making “I can’t sleep until it gets 3AM” as a mantra as she plays a trial version of “Amazing Adventures Around the World” desperately looking for the stogie and the wishbone.

But then he became like a responsible parent just like any mothers would do as they try to put their baby back to sleep. With his warm hands continuously tapping her waist; eyes closed and with a little hum only the gods of humming could understand, she felt like it’s about to call it a night.

Once again, she’s at home, there, on that brawny tanned shoulders as every passing second feels like nothing has changed. They always keep finding each other along the way and would find one thousand and one excuses not to see the world except theirs.