The Happy Hobo.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Pissed.

People, do not conclude without clarifying things. Even just ask, how hard could that be. Shitty internet world is shitty.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Hit the spot.

magulo isip nya, he's committed to travel and be independent traveler and earn, walang time sa relasyon, takot mag invest emotionally, hindi sya yung tipo ng tao na iisipin ang love... he has his dream.

and nothing can stop him from reaching that dream.

if you read his articles, walang hints ng romance. its all about himself.

kaya yung mga ginagawa at sinasabi nya sakin pag magkausap kami, wala lang siguro yun, normal nya yun kahit pa araw araw kami magkausap.



- Said by a friend about another friend. What if he's just wrong and misunderstood. Ah, what ifs. Maybe another person can relate to this. Or ask. How will you ever know? 

Monday, October 24, 2011

10:26pm.

That lack of outlet,
With many a bees to buzz with,
But would rather not, buzz one,
For you keep secrets,
Too many a secret; uncountable and of memories.

And the thought of losing something you really never had.
That is the case
And there goes that Slow Hello.
I'd rather this be unended.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Forever lost.

The sad thing, it's overused, overlooked and complained for a bajillion times and done nothing, but complain to the world. This world will not wait for you, Upper. It will not care wait for you. You got to make that move. Excuses are bullshit, but I swim on them. Floating like a careless doe in a beautiful faux wonderland. And it doesn't feel good at all.

That zeal is (painfully) lost. Time is running out and it's so damn hard to get by its lead.

Even writing on this is no fun even. You've got no one to blame but you. Get your act together, Up. 

Friday, October 07, 2011

3:32am.

I really like reading people's thoughts at this dead of the night. Typing on one hand as the other is holding one juicy quarter pounder. Just had to try Mickey D's 24 hour delivery, it surely worked! Uh oh. No, I promised myself this will be the first and last.

Okay, moving on, been thinking too much lately, about that: moving on. Okay, because I've always been cryptic with all my posts, lemme add one to the bucket. Moving on is but a crap. Why is it so damn hard to just move on. You know that, when everything started with a blur, progressed (?) in a blur, and ended (God I hope not) in a blur. Crappydoo.

Another one, two deaths. One of which, Camille Pratts' hubby (I don't even know his name.) I don't know anything about him, but the fact that he died at 32 struck me. My God. It's like death can just happen to anyone--known, rich, poor, nobody, somebody, old, young. Whatever. I've said a couple of times that I do not fear death, and I'm eating my words now. I fear death. I fear lying on my hospital bed. I fear sad people flocking around me. No, I don't like that. And then this morning, I heard about Mr. Jobs' death. One visionary up in the iCloud. More than a genius, he's a life believer. And I admire him so.

(I just can't end this note. What a crappy post. Forgive me, blog.)

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

5:47am.


Watched the sky as it turned blue; from grey it said hello how are you.
Such crap how I start thee, but couldn't stop. Just couldn't stop.
I hear birds chirp, like from some place near me, and I see you fly away,
Quick, goin in circles, like lost in the wind.

I got mad, in the silence of the night,
I whispered it to the wind,
Waiting, waiting
But alas, you didn't hear.

You're too hard to handle,
If you want it,
Then let it be.

A memoir.

Sitting outside the house, feeling the cold morning mist as I write. Lone shining star above me, in a little while begone. Waiting for sunrise and blooming flowers and hellos from the wind from far, far away.


It was another night, I hear the ocean splash against the rocks. Varied languages I hear and love so. I do not understand a thing but it felt like lullaby to my ears. 


I walk down the sandy path, waiting and waiting. The bay was so quiet, and I get greeted by. Konnichiwa, I hear. 


No, mister. I'm not Japanese. Some familiar word uttered in Korean, still not. 


I walked further until I got to the cafe. No familiar face I see. I itched to get a mojito but stopped myself. Time ticked and ticked until I get to the last sip of my tea. Still, none. 


I get by until the next day break, and there. There. 


It was another morning, over tea and curiosity. I take a sip of your homemade brew, it elates me. I laugh, like a jovial kid over cinnamon and daydreams. 


Time ticks, I prepared to leave. Words uttered, I asked why. And why. And there you said it. 

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Two things

  • Hindi ako mahiyaing tao, pwede ba. Pag sinabing kong ayoko, ayoko kase ayoko. Intiendes?
  • When I start popping my earphones right at you, it means don’t talk to me.

And yes, I’m mean. So whut. Word.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

5:15pm.

Sometimes we don't need to learn the ABCs of shit and differentiate all the colors from the 64-box Crayola. We just gotta live life as we know it. No rules, less expectations, and quit over-analyzing things.

3:34pm.

Can really, really go crazier than this. 

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

11:30am.

When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn't need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example. Now, in the long run, that's just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But in the haze of infatuation, it's just what you've been searching for all these years. - Richard, The Beach

Monday, July 11, 2011

11:55pm.

A shit ton of unanswered emails. Gah. Note to self: get your friggin act together.

Angus and Julia Stone playing. Tis gonna be a long night. One week.

Monday, July 04, 2011

9:18pm.

Today is faint day at work, but nevertheless, I can feel the drive. Very thankful of the team I have now. I really am. AJAAAA! :)

Thursday, June 30, 2011

2:14am.


Don't really want a mansion or some huge house. I just want this, overlooking a cobbled stone road on a quaint town of wherever and Neil Marquez will be on the next room. this will be home, from far, faraway. :) wherever ✈ brings us. 2012, must make tis real.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Leave the mess behind.

I'm not hard to handle. Or I'd like to think so. But I just got two golden rules and if you're fine by it, I think we'll get along well. First, learn to respect my personal space and second, never, ever compare me to others. Just don't.

I'm an easy person, not a needy one. I really don't mind a lot of things, and in some instances, a whole lot of people. I wouldn't be privy to your life if you don't want me to.  I rock my boat, you rock your boat, and we're good.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

2:09am.

Sometimes you fear regrets so much that eventually, you start regretting things.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Saturday, June 11, 2011

11:24am.

That fork road, a space and the grey skies.

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Pieces.


Sometimes you can't explain things. How you feel about it. No matter how you resist, you just fall. And slowly, it's being one sided; blindsided. It's an awful lot.

After the numerous attempts, probably it's high time to stop.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Gone Solo: And there was New York.

It is what it is. Taken at NYC-MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) last Sept. 2010. 
Went on a three-month solo hobo-ing in the US from west to east coast. On a verytight budget, I stayed in hostels, relatives' homes and friends' couches. It was very memorable.

A highlight of the hobo-ing was a solo tripping to NYC, living only from the few bucks my brother gave me. I was dead broke, but I really wanted to go, so I bet on all odds.

I was en route to NYC again w/ my family a few weeks after this solo trip, but I was positive that most of the places I wanted to check out would give them the cringed look, so I went ahead.

It was a visual fest, this trip. I walked the whole day and took subways and fed on cheap felafel and dollar pizzas. I spent hours in parks, museum and bookstores, without paying a single penny. And I was more than happy. :)

All of the hostels on my list were fully booked, leaving me with a spot in downtown Manhattan, somewhere near 106th Street, I think. Goodness, it killed my purse. Wanting to be totally away from people I know, I looked for hostel even nearing Brooklyn, but my money still can't pay for it. Thankfully, my brother's friend adopted me for a night. That was a breather. 

"I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on."Amber Morely (via wordsandlyrics & michellardi)

Posh bed.


Arrived Bangkok round 2am. We stingies thought it'd be a waste of moolah if we check in and sleep for a few hours...hence, an overnighter in our 5-star room in Suvarnabhumi Airport. Lesson learned when sleeping in airports: never sleep near a lift and a packing area. I'm missing the Khao San vibe. 

Thailand-Cambodia Trip 
January 2010

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Namaste.


This was unexpected. Apparently, I'm backpacking to India, solo. Due to circumstances, my other travel buds Jan and Carmz had to back out. Reasons: dreams and heart. I'm all for that, and actually hell excited for us three.

More than a month and off I fly. Excitement would def be an understatement. Won't be a hypocrite, I've done a lot of solo travels, but this is just the ultimate. As of yet. Jitters are killing me. But whatever. I want this real bad. Making this happen. 

Thursday, May 26, 2011

'Sometimes you don't need a goal in life, you don't need to know the big picture. you just need to know what you're going to do next!'

10:01am.

For some reason, today excites me! I don't know why, but me is just giddy!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Making a home out of the wind.

a
Chicago trip last August 2010. One of them crazy train rides w/ one of my best-est buddies in the world, Icah1 :)

Today, I realize how escapist I really am. No matter how much I tell myself to just be still, I can't! I have to always be moving. Be in a place to another. A stranger in my own little world where everything sans familiarity--where strangeness is but usual. I would really love that life, until for only quite some time. I know in time, I would like to settle down--with my own family, preparing picnics for them, running after our kids. Oh my God, kids. Haha!

Anyhow, now, I just want to go. I don't know where or how or when. I want to live in a city--far away from home, faraway from my sunny country even.

On my mind now, Chicago. I loved that place. It passes to be one of my fave cities in the US, alongside with NYC and Los Angeles. I loved the Chicago suburbs. I loved their train system, their high-rise building. I loved their popcorn, how weird is that! But then, I don't want to live in the US. It's too stiff for me. Everybody works like there's no tomorrow. It will bore me to death, I just know it.

Right now, lemme just feel like I'm back in the windy city. Waiting for my train ride to the suburbs.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Forever and ever.

LOST. I don't know where I'm going. Do you know how that feels? I never thought not running away from things could be any harder. THIS suck balls. Too placid. Damn, I gotta get moving. 

Monday, May 23, 2011

CULIBRE: Temptation island and the happy-go-luckies.

Our make-shift shack. :)

Charmed by Culibre. What a paradise this island was. One word to describe it--raw. Just what any escapist would lust for. Going here was an experience itself. Took the public non-AC bus, seated beside a stranger, while driving 100kph in the middle of the night. We picked a seat each lining up the window side (except for me an hour after). What a rugged ride it was--cramped in uncomfy seats. Didn't care less. We foresaw adventure for that weekend.

We arrived Alaminos a lil past 4 in the morning. We met up with my travel buddies and newfound friends. Found and haggled our way to Tambobong Beach, the jump-off point to Culibre Island. Found a jeepney for a real cheap price.

MORE PHOTOS AFTER THE JUMP! 

The rule of opposites.



The other night's spotting: 10:49pm moonrise and a falling star a few minutes after. I ♥ you, universe.
Yesterday's sunrise. It was very lovely. 
Culibre Island
Dasol, Pangasinan
May 21-22, 2011

Keep figuring.

Something went wrong. :|

Friday, May 20, 2011

Window seat.

How I miss lone traveling; sheer freedom. | Solo train ride from San Diego to Los Angeles, July 2010.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Uphill diaries to nowhere.

The Sore Feet and the un-trained wheels. / Batanes 2010

201st post, over brekky of garlic-y fried rice, sausages, and a glass of iced water. Current thought: Uncertainty fuels.

Prolly this is the universe's way of tricking you, of playing with your wits--that you have to learn to gamble. Gamble real hard. Risk with the unknown. To the unknown.

26th year, still sheltered under my folks' home. Unplanned, broke, unsettled, lost. Where the heck am I headed. I have no idea but I'm swaying with the wind. Bring me somewhere, somewhere faraway from my usual. I'm keeping still and dancing with fate.

Home from the west.

Forgive me as I am always sentimental. It's about 3 in the morning and I'm still up. Working on something and missing some folks. Specifically, my Chatsworth folks.

My Chatsworth family: Ate Judith, Ate Joy, Kuya Mark, Aunt Tessie, Moi and Jeff :) <3

For the entire month of August of 2010, my relatives from Los Angeles spared me a home when I went hobo-ing. Fed me, gave me a bed, watched late-night movies w/ me, and traveled with me.


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

May the 4th be with you.

A day before my 26th. Northern drift this time, just around the ciudad anyway.

+Attended Jake Verzosa's exhibit
+Dinner with the Gutsies. Sorta birthday salubong, but I'm broke, so just got them two pasta dishes, which I really liked. Yes, ended eating it, and shared a bit to them! lol!
+North media x travel friends followed!
<3

By French photographer Charles Freger
Jake's exhibit


MORE PHOTOS AFTER THE JUMP!

Unshaded.

A day before my 26th. Waiting for dusk as we walked down the park en route to a photographer friend's exhibit. Hazy, blurry, fallen and unshaded. It was beautiful to look up for a couple of minutes.

05.04.11 Quezon Memorial Circle, Quezon City, PH.

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

9:13pm.

Sorry blog, I got you loads of drafts--unfinished pieces, unended notes. Will find time tomorrow. Pinky swear.

Monday, May 02, 2011

Waiting for sun down.


May is my birth month and my favorite-st time of the year. I always make it a point that I hit an island; preferrably some raw, charming, crowd-less chunk of heaven. Serenity always gets me.

Island living. Sleeping under the stars. Counting shooting stars. House tea. Moon rise. Catching sunrises. Joyrides and sunsets. Uncold beer. Fed on de lata dish mixed with fried nuts. Chicharon. Week knees. Naps and more naps. And the longest hours which felt like days. Hungry hobos. P-RICE-LESS! ;)



My afternoon nap | Photo by Jan Michellardi

Capones Island, Zambales
Apr. 30-May 1, 2011


*More photos here.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Uphill.

The Janeewhoops pose in Hungduan, Ifugao. | Photo by JC Senas
Always have a soft spot for Ifugao. It never, ever fails to amaze me. Too mystical and beautiful. It always feels good to be back in the terraces.

Hungduan Climbathon 2011
Hungduan, Ifugao
April 15-16, 2011

Zen.

Comfort zones and unpopped queries. | Talamahi Resort, Lian, Batangas | Photo by Paeped

Clocking in at 12:17am, a long list of living for a fee still left undone--thoughts, deep thoughts, couldn't help but wander. The past few have been amazing. My comfort zones and connections, dotting down the lines; invisible lines slowly getting them paths right. Uncertainties and unspoken questions and sunsets. Sunsets. Waiting, waiting. But moving. Sensing one another, from the space between. This is playing with my lunacy, help me.

Just like the sunset and stars on a bright sky, some things are worth the wait. And I think I'm ready--positive about this. Way positive about this.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

4:18am.

Super duperrrrrrrrrr tired, and guess what, summer's betting on loads of break-outs. The thing I loathe about summer.

Still finishing gigs up until 4:16am, not yet done, I'm doomed. Rushing things. Joyride in a few. Bantayan, can't wait!!!!

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

8:50am.

I've been a morning person since the start of 2011. This is pretty cool. The beams and my morning sunshine; soft, cool cloth rubbing onto my skin, and my dream catcher tickling my toes as of the mo. Good morning, world. You've been lovely the past few. I kiss you. :)

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

9:47pm.

The Bird and the Bee on loop. Something tells me I'm into something good. ;)

Monday, April 04, 2011

Crashing down the road.

Up at 4:26 in the morning,
waiting for the crack of dawn, as I write.
I write of simple things,
of how the morning brew gets me or them little thoughts which I remember so vivid,
Silent connections,
and lyrics
from faraway,
it's hitting the right spot,
just in case you didn't know.
Open ended,
words unspoken, silent woes,
I'm not ending this, not at all.
Let's walk down the park, shall we?

Sunday, April 03, 2011

A moment.

Riding the waves, afloat and on a high, and playing it by ear.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

2:12pm.

So, here we go again. Back to the grind, this, a more serious one. It's like history is on a roll again; even though I thought it has already been jinxed. 

I'm liking the set up, as I'm never the type who can be locked somewhere. So, yeah. Yesterday confirmed it, just waiting for some other things and off we sail away. 

A bit apprehensive, as I'm more used to doing projects in which I did start from scratch. But yeah, more trust and faith, Upper. Faith. 

In other news, I'm going with the flow. Wherever this leads, will just let it be. A different kind of stoke, it always is.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

8:03am.

A morning of thanks and understanding, appreciation and asking for forgiveness.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

8:48am.

I love the feeling of a soft cloth rubbing onto my skin, moreso curling under the sheets a on a chilly morning. I love the feeling when waves splash on my feet, while my toes play with the coarse sand; playing with my senses under the bright skies. Stargazing and moonspotting and waves crashing. I love drifting the highway with my windows down and rest my hands where the wind can go down gushing on me. I like the feeling of being alive and moreso that feeling, when you're happiest just because. ♥

Monday, March 21, 2011

Hints from the radio.

What stops you from doing things? Or the heck, just jump starting it even? What keeps you from making a step further? To go down the road? To crossing that line? Or just jumping out of our filthy comfort zones and just let it out. Silent whims and woes and smiles from faraway.

For the mohawked man!

Prayers for a dear friend who just survived from a mild stroke. I used to work with him before in my previous magazine job. I just gotta say I owe this man big time! Sitting in front of him at work, he never failed to crack me up every single afternoon. I learned loads most especially at the time I wanted to give up the job. His passion and dedication for the world of paper is just unbelievable.

The universe is just too amazing for letting you know people who, in their subtlest ways, touch your hearts and change you to bits. Hang in there, Relly!

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

11:37pm.

Anyhow, I am buying my friend's Instax camera and this makes me super giddy!!!!!!!! Got it for a really, really cheap price, thank heavens to the unwritten law of friendship! hahahaha! Ack! I can't wait to start my instax travel journal!!!! What am I gonna name it? Think think think!!!

I named my netbook Theodore. Prolly Sebastian for the Instax?  Or Leopold (from Kate & Leopold) Or Charlie? Or Kiwi? Or Aiden from Sex and the City. Or something that has to do with travel or writing? Prolly Serif or Phil? Because it uses Phil-m? Oh God, that is just too pathetic! Haha!
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Could be Latte cuz I'm on latte now? Or Soy Chai because it's my other favorite. Aaaah, this is hard. Meh

1:42am.

Still up at 1:41am, got loads to write and think about, and then I stumbled upon this word: mamihlapinatapai. hmm.

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Unspoken Mondays.

Losing the rope of holding onto something for a long time now.The flow of the wind has changed its course, and why didn't I believe so when I noticed it. It felt like falling flat to the ground. Maybe it really is just until there. So don't be a nuttyhead.

Some things are not worth on gambling to for the one-way spin. In this peace of my Sunday morning, I shall call it quits.

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

6:37pm.

Interesting day! Met up with Koby, a chocolate place owner for work and bumped into an old friend, Trista! Two things I noticed, Koby got so much passion about her craft and for the love for them chocolates! I love it when people's eyes sparkle because words underplay their passion for something! Tristan on the other hand got a smiling face that can perk up any person, though super stressed from all these architecture shit, still talks with so much enthusiasm.

That's what I love about people--emotions, facial reactions, stories, laughter, passion, energy, zest, and the littlest marks one can bring onto others.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Running away.

Crooked wheels keep turning 
Children, are you learning 
Acclimatize but don't you lose the plot 
A history of blisters 
Your brothers and your sisters 
Somewhere in the pages we forgot 

Take a number Jackie 
Where the blood just barely dried 
You know I'm on your side 

Wait for something better 
No one behind you 
Watching your shadows 
You gotta be stronger than the story 
Don't let it blind you 
Rivers of shadow 
This feeling wont go 

And the sky is full of dreams 
But you don't know how to fly 
I don't have a simple answer 
But I know that I could answer 
Something better 

This feeling won't go 



~ Lifted from The Killers' 'This is your life' 


So here I am once again, being my usual impulsive self, writing a note of good bye. Hopes and aspirations were, let's put it as a lil bit assuming, used in an advantageous way. 


So apparently, that's how life teaches you to just let go and reroute. You can fool everyone in the world but yourself. I lay all my cards, bits and pieces are too frustrating. 


I thought I wanted it, I really, really thought so. But maybe, it ain't the right one for me. Passion's still aflame, but the means probably were miscalculated. 


I suppose it's my personality which doesn't fit. Inasmuch as I teach myself to like the four corners, I just can't. Have me a corner, but let the other sides out in the open. Hands on, let my hands dirty, I like that more. 


Another thing, I want things to be on the low. I want to experience starting from scratch, learning the ropes, sweating like hell, but I don't care, really. Passion's a burning, kindle it. 


The past few, it dragged me. My words would def downplay my admiration for them, for being the passionate beings to the less fortunate ones. And with that, my deepest respect. It was a drag for me, unfortunately, because my passion can't level with them. 


I abhor that feeling because I've always believed in the cause. But no, I failed some people. I failed aspirations. And I failed this little beating heart. 


I'm still up for it; raring for it. It might take a little while to know what is it I really want, but I'm patient. Yes, I am. I know it will take me more of reroutes and trials, but lemme leave it at this: I'm ready. 


Sweet night to you reading this post. 

Thursday, February 24, 2011

8:23pm.

I so hate failing people and expectations, but I just can't help it. The means is just there--that wanting, burning. But the drive's nowhere to be found in the midst of an ocean of passionate and good souls who continually amaze me in all aspects. It is frustratingly depressing that, for the oddest reason, I can't level with. Well, I guess we gotta reroute. Monday it is.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

11:06am.

Two places in mind: Chiang Mai or Yogyakarta. Heavens hear me!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

4:52pm.

Make believe realities on a Sunday afternoon on a pretend hill and a grassy top. The sun ain't shining bright anymore. Let's start daydreaming, shall we?

Friday, February 18, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Stoked!

I realized something the past few days. No matter how I, eventually, hated the previous grind, it's still where I sorta belong. I mean, just the thought of it meeting fellow wanderlusts to brainstorming everything that has to do with the world of paper and travel, everything comes out naturally. For the oddest reason, no matter how traumatic the past was, it's still there where I'm the happiest. A certain kind of stoke which I can probably do until I grow old.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

2:57pm.

My brother is finally coming home in three to four months. Couldn't be any happier!

2:51pm.

Sometimes, 'I don't know' is the best answer. And it could be sweeter if you end it with 'yet'.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Trial and error.

Vented out some hollashit yesterday. Is it working out? I really don't know. Some pieces don't meet, needles don't fit. Frustrating bit. Even thought of losing the rope, but no. It's too soon to let go, so one more chance, and probably another. Trying to get the hang of it, one step at a time, til we get it right. Patience.

6.28am.

Can not write a thing! So doomed! :(

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

1.47pm.

First day huzzah on my second, or rather third, huzzah. Hello from a chilly corner. :)

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

10.34pm.


Today, I felt like a cannonball! BAHAHAHA!

Maxima, Samal Island
Davao
02.01.11

Sunday, January 30, 2011

heeeeee!

On a side note, a while ago was :).

Afloat.

First month's about to end, and over-all I'm not that happy on the go-abouts. Well, it's not bad actually--it's okay. Maybe a blah. Been lacking inspiration. So yeah, call me a shithead, really, but some kick is lacking. And I'm sad about this. Prolly a who, a what, a where, a how, or whatnot, it just got a hole somewhere. I don't know.

Blog-hopping for the past hour. Got loads to write, but couldn't start yet. I'm hating this block. Ugh! Anyhow, just gimme one poem or an anecdote, that'd do--the kick. Dear earth, please buzz.

Been doing freelance shits for the past two months. I'm more than happy doing these, I tell you. But I'm having a bit of a hard time defining some things. And this is affecting my work. I'm failing some people, and I dislike every bit of it.

Probably project anonymity still tops this lust for a living. What to do, what to do?

Ranting on a Sunday night once again. Sorry blog, I keep on venting. Must get me tea. Got my long list of writings, I'm out!

Friday, January 28, 2011

4:34pm.

Too melancholic. Too safe. The other, too many fears. It is hell easier said than done. I know. I wonder what keeps it apart. What are we waiting for? Too much hanging for the flowers to bloom. Time has passed by. But patience, it keeps its strength, but it also drills. It's sad.

Too many pretentions. Pretentions of smooth waves when in fact, silent thunders and lightnings tear you apart. It tears.

The circumstances are just on a halt.The invisible chase is but silly. Just let it out, you know I will always listen.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

1:43pm.

In my usual spot. My soy tea latte's getting cold. Waiting for the group sitting on my fave spot. Loving this more than ever. They've been playing Jack Johnson and Kings of Convenience on loop. Got a long list of shit to do today. Got the whole day to finish these! Come on, Upper! Do the huzzah! I can do this, I can do this!AJAAAAA!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

6:39am.

I like it round this time in the morning when light leaks through my blinds towards my bed. I'm loving the weather too. I just wanna curl up under the sheets the whole day. Today seems like a beautiful day. Good morning world! :)

Monday, January 17, 2011

Me. Somekindablurred. I know, so whut. Van Gogh is Bipolar, Maginhawa.
Some Brit flag, a battered suitcase, an old globe, little flag stickies and the awesome sunnies! ♥

Belle and Sebastian at three in the morning, I really like my home at peace.Wind blowing through the little window, I try to remember every nook, like it tells me something. Seven more months, I got some deciding to do. This mo, I want to make it happen.

2:10am

Up at 1:30 in the morning, got a good three hour nap. Off to finish all my lagged jobs, got my peach black tea on the side, lesdothissssss!!!!

Anyhow, week was craaazy! First off, status of these two gigs are unsure yet. I'm counting down my months, got to have lots of dough to finance our India backpacking trip in six months!

Anyhow, a while ago, we hosted my pop's, nephew and cousin's birthdays and a welcome home party for my cousins from LA. My mother side clan is huge, we partied for eight hours! Sooo crazy! I'm really no fan of videoke (yes, kill me now) but seeing my cute nieces and nephews sing their lungs out is just too cute!

Anyhow, two instances just struck me; first, my mom is really loud and everyone around her gets caught up when she laughs. I love that about her. It's so contagious. My mom is basically the life of the party, and I can just sit on the corner and just be amazed.

The other one is how my cousin and uncle looked so damn proud when their kids danced in front of us. It looked like they were the greatest fans of their kids and I just melted with that sight. These two really have a hard time raising up money for their families, but they strive real hard to give them a good life. With everything they've gone through, I'm hands down inspired by them. Continued blessings for people who'd do everything for their families!

*PS: Belated happy birthday to the sweetest and best pop one can ever have! I'm soooooo proud of my dad! Good health and more success to him! ILY pop! <3 :)

Friday, January 14, 2011

1:44pm.

This week, :(. Everything's half-baked. I hate it that I'm letting some people down. I'm sorry. :|

Next week's another week, let's do this!!!!! AJAAAAA!!!!!

Saturday, January 08, 2011

My thoughts, exactly.

I spend all my time living in the NOW, not in the "way back when" or the "one day when." - Joan Rivers

Massive.

I don't know if I'm just born fickle-minded or what. My plans seven months ago seem to be changing its course. Okay, so some things are heck on a hang now, three things I am so looking forward to. If these get the green signal, I'm def giving it a chance and gamble on it.

Friday, January 07, 2011

Crossing fingers for 3pm.

With a tumbler of my now-cold strong brew, Coldplay's beating my morning, seated in an unfamiliar spot I'm hoping to be a usual for me very, very soon, I start my day on this future gig that I know will make a difference in my life.

I don on a white shirt, for I have this crazy belief since history that your shirt's color somehow boosts sweet luck!

Fingers still crossed! Hello 'i-don't-know-what-to-call-it' second day funk, please don't make me a shy bean. Hihi. ;)

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Faraway.

Strangers and attachments, begone!

1:04am.

Few things I learned today:
  • Whatever you do, just pour out your best--regardless of the dough you get. Because at the end of the day, what's important is most of the time, you're happy and satisfied.
  • Keep your word.
  • That dream of walking on cobbled street with a bag of groceries will happen. I don't know when or how, but I'm claiming it. Again, when you dream of something: want it, own it.
Grateful for today for unstatused blessings. Not yet there, but working on it. Sweet dreams!

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

1:53am.

I've always got this love/hate relationship on this time gap between 1:00-3:00am.God, pretentious insomnia is an awful lot but i like it very much that the home's at peace,you're most free.

12:15am.

Sipping corners, waiting for thoughts. My words will downplay, everything I've been meaning to say. This sucks, cowards cry. Words coming out of nowhere, not making sense. I sew, and only I understand. Repeat the latter. A year has passed, I shall be patient. Been one for a long time. Trying to get the drift, and everything about it. You stopped, why? This isn't poetry. This is just some shit going around in circles; Taken by Cars I shall blame.