Tailor’s marker

Pieced off and shattered and orange and gray.

Peek a boo!

 

Once in a while, a boxful of tshirts flies from America to the Philippine Post Office for my brother and me.. Graphic tee loot!

Though, honestly? More than owning these shirts, I’m more excited of slashing open the packaging tape of the box, and unwrapping and unfolding these items from a different country :P

EdT

It’s been a while since I got something from the post, and online.

Owing to the nature of my undergraduate thesis (Philippine online shopping), and the nature of my brain right now (procrastinating like hell, like regular graduating students), I decided to give in to something I’ve been wanting to for a really long time:

Perfume bottle boy wants a hug!

I got a good deal here– See, I can’t find this eau de toilette in major malls. Kuya was supposed to give this to me for Christmas, but he got me Moleskine instead because it was “cheaper”. So I ebay-ed it out of the blue one morning, found it from a locally-based online seller (eBay Philippines), tickled my materialistic self to life, and bought the item that same fateful hour. Our suking postman delivered it to me two days later. 

It’s cheaper than my brother swore it was in MOA–I checked it for authenticity, and yeah, it IS original (HAHA–this line made me literally LOL as I typed it, I’m not usually this finicky about “stuff”. This is how shopping and escapism gets that buried side of me, ugh!).

There’s this thing with me and scents that jolts back to the best (and worst) of memories.. Memories that are “richer” than other senses would allow me to remember.

So tell me, do changing or reverting “signature scents” really make people remember or forget things?

Just say it

This has been a very testing year for me and some people I know. That’s why for Christmas, I realized I didn’t want anything anymore than to be in the company of people I love.

As we were about to leave her house, one of my grandmothers whispered apologetically to me for not getting me a proper gift. I merely hugged her tightly and blurted out, “Lola, wala akong gustong kahit ano kundi ang magkakasama tayong pamilya.” (Grandma, I want nothing else but be with the family.)

I shocked myself as soon as I said that. I’m never that open in speaking in “telenovela” lingo. But a lot has happened this year; I feel like I understand better now. I think I understand now why some inspirational buffs tell you to just say what you feel at certain moments, or to certain people. There’s no point in keeping ideas to yourself at a certain moment because it could be all gone the next day. So say what you’re thinking about now, share it while you can.

Normally, doing this could be considered rude or intriguing or cheesy, but I guess I don’t care about those anymore. Life is too fleeting these days. It must be the fast-paced cultures I’ve observed lately; it must be the people I hang out with these days. It must be that I’m “growing up” and feel that I’ll miserably face regret again if I keep things to myself or in secret like before.

Well, I feel lucky of this Christmas revelation, so I’m sharing it through this blog as my gift to everyone who stumbles on this entry. So go take your chances, and speak out!

Merry Christmas! :]

The world it turns with us

 

A tribute photo to one of my favorite songs by my favorite band of all time, Urbandub:

 

 

 Endless a Silent Whisper

 

The night belongs to us 

We’re caught in a world of our own 

We cling to the hope it would change for us 

Is it in vain? Is it too late? 

Why did it have to be you than I? 

I heard the news today. 

 

Embrace so much tighter

This could be our last together 

Heaven sheds tears for the wounded hearts 

Our forever has been torn apart 

 

Our vast religions won’t help us answer 

What was pre-destined for us to have since long ago, 

It’s hopeless.

The world it turns with us.

 

Hold me in closer, don’t let go of me 

Now we close our eyes and let go to the night 

The night we feel alive.

 

Is this the beginning of our last dance? 

Once around the floor, can we do it again? 

I feel the thrill from words we say, I love you. 

 

In rainbows

I was a happy girl at Starbucks this afternoon. Besides getting out of a good business meeting, beside me was this sliver of a rainbow, rekindling this childish energy I never thought I still had :)

Necking disco balls

Awww… how glittery, mirrory sweet.

UP Padyak wheels

The UP student most likely gets 5-6 classes every semester. Every class could be held in another building that could be about ten frickin’ minutes away. If you’re lazy and have plenty of money, you ride the Ikot jeep. If not (like me), you walk (and could look as sweaty as if you jogged by the time you arrive at the next building).

Now to get to places, you can also ride the UP Padyak bike!

In the line of the global warming and UP centennial spirits, my university and some very generous UP Mountaineers alumni started promoting environment-friendly ways of getting to-and-fro places through wheeling it in with the  The UP Padyak Project. 

A student can rent a bike for an entire semester to use around the campus, and park them in “parking lots” in the most popular buildings/places people usually hang out like, like the picture above taken from the FC-AS walk.

Not only do you get a cool-looking bike as a new biker-lessee, you also get to feel buff-ness, and the environmental goodness seeping in you throughout the sem! Get to burn fat and burn money elsewhere, while parading awesome artwork, and saving Mother Nature! (And spreading the UP spirit too!)

Eeergh. If only I don’t wear skirts all the time, I’m gonna go padyak for UP!

Feel the breeze and spread the happy colors! Support the UP Padyak project in the next UP semesters (or suggest the same project in your college!)

Interested? Visit their official site, and Multiply account now :D

Makeshift home studio

I love helping out my brother at his work :D Today, I was a photographer’s assistant, setting up a home-made light box (white cartolina in a white frosted organizer box we got from megamall) for product photography.

DIY/Do-it-yourself runs in our veins.

 

Wallflower

Never lose hope that there’s always elsewhere to do good, or do best.

A new tradition

The Manila FAME is a dazzling, rainbow, highly-texturized, and proudly Filipino venue which I always look forward to attending–it happens twice a year, representing the “export” seasons Spring and Autumn. I’m glad to have relatives and former “bosses” be part of them… I get free passes! (Here’s what I said about it last April.)

I also get to exploit all my shooting powers with my DSLR camera because I usually turn in a docu-photographer for one of the booths there.

This year, I let a new friend see the sights of the Manila FAME. 

“I’m so overwhelmed! There is art everywhere!”

“Pinoy pala gumawa nyan? Whoaaa..” (A Filipino made that?? Whoaa…)

“Oversaturated na ata ako.”

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I’m making it a tradition :)

Alien camera!

Look at what the Lomography Fisheye camera lens did to my camera phone..

The circle strangeness of it is awesome!

 

I believe that I was featured in an article somewhere where I claimed that Lomo isn’t art. I was wrong–it’s high-ness at its finest! Haha! I <3 Lomos (LENSES, not the film; ’cause I can’t afford to shell out money for print yet).

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One of the perks of knowing someone working somewhere nice.

To drown in glass bubbles

Hello to an undeniably beautiful, expensive, and literally vain piece of decoration hanging in a classy, glassy furniture shop in in SM Megamall.

It reminds me of bubble wrap! And popping bubble wrap!

Hmmm…what about popping ‘em bubble glass? If you can stomach its US$750 price tag, I say go for it!

Bahay ni Lola

I’m going to do a horror music video or photoshoot in this place someday.