1. In the long run, “dress to impress” never works.
2. #1 Only backfires.
3. A comfortable comfort level is hard to reach sometimes.
4. It seems as if you’ll never get to #3.
5. When in doubt, sleep it off.
Growing up, I’ve always loved paper and its various applications. I enjoy taking in the scent of books old and new, comparing different types of paper stock with my fingers, and hoarding notebooks for my collection. Now that I’m older, why not continue that love affair and marry it with my passion for capturing images?
There’s a tiny arts and crafts fair happening the weekend of July 20 & 21 and I’ve been fortunate to have been given a space to show and sell my work! If you’ll be in the neighborhood, drop by the “10a Alabama Arts & Crafts Fair” over at Alabama Street, New Manila to say hi. I’ll be there all weekend, with a new collection of photos printed on postcards, bookmarks, and other fun paper stuff.
Like the 10a Alabama Arts and Crafts Fair Facebook page for more information on the other crafty folks who’ll be joining.
You become extra vulnerable when you know that there’s something you must do with your life, but that something is still unknown. Suddenly every fake attack on your persona feels like an insult. Since you’re too sensitive to segregate emotion from reason, you resort to frowning and being moody, claiming each joke causes a tiny heartbreak. How heartbreaking.
Successfully negotiating a deadline extension for a project at work.
Getting lost in Makati looking for a way out, only to end up where we started.
Having 20 minutes of much-needed Me Time to mull things over at the neighborhood mall.
Coming home to a good dinner and a quick nap thanks to a welcoming couch.
Waking up to the sound of the doorbell, dogs barking, and a door opening up to the best stress-melting surprise: milk tea drinks, a tuna sandwich, and that night’s Partner-in-Dine (a.k.a. The Love of my Life).
1. Having a four-day weekend and waking up late on a rainy Friday morning.
2. Arriving in cool and windy Silang, and feasting on lasagna and pizza while playing online guessing games with the Groom’s family.
3. Praying before meals and winning in Monopoly Deal.
4. Witnessing a beautiful matrimonial ceremony of two people and attending one of the most fun wedding receptions to date.
5. Seeing a future wonderfully unfold.
1. Daddy’s Girl Polo > Boyfriend Shirt
2. Receiving my first spring bouquet from you (because you know I don’t like roses) and getting teased by workmates
3. Meeting up briefly over non-coffee and takeout doughnuts
4. Dinner with family = pizza
5. We’re always BZ, you and me
Scored four CDs for the price of one! In no particular order: Midlife: A Beginner’s Guide to Blur (Blur), The Best of Doves (Doves), This is Happening (LCD Soundsystem), and The Best of I.R.S. Years 1982-1987 And I Feel Fine (R.E.M.)
Consumed seven DVD-Rs to back up my photos and videos hogging up precious laptop HD space.
Dropped by the new Today x Future to watch a friend spin, and meet more new friends.
Took myself out on a date in Robinson’s Magnolia and had a two-piece chicken dinner at Broasters Chicken, and strawberry black tea from Saints’ Alp.
[Still] stressed out over my goldfish Chuck’s month-long bout with intestinal parasites. He needs serious medicine ASAP.
I’ve always considered keeping journals and diaries a way of catching up with myself. We maintain date books to keep track of dinners with friends, marathon meetings at the office, and that long overdue dental appointment. Why can’t we do the same for ourselves?
Writing about my day is my way of self-introspection. Regardless of wardrobe change or shifts in career, I will always consider myself an introvert. I have kept diaries for as long as I could remember. It saddens me that in this day and age of push-button emo publishing, I have the worst case of writer’s block. That and awful time management skills.
I have been exercising my ass off and eating healthier for most part of 2012. I’m joking if I say I’m hungry, but that wouldn’t be too far off from the truth: I miss my comfort foods. Which is why as soon as I turn 29 and get back from the beach, I am going to make a beeline for these restaurants. Expect this list to be the first of many Five Places to Pig Out After I Hit Two Birds With One Stone: turning a year older and losing my Boracay virginity (you know what I mean. Not that one).
Manos Greek Taverna, Tagaytay: I’ve been wanting to try out this place for years, but never got around to. Before the year ends, I promise to eat here. Even if it means commuting to get there.
Bowler Bar & Restaurant, Makati: I’ve been leafing through the October 2012 issue of Men’s Health magazine (don’t ask me why) and read an article that lists this place as one of the 15 Best Bars in the Philippines. I’m actually more interested in trying out its cocktails than sampling the food. It seems like a promising after-office hangout.
B&T Mexican Kitchen, San Juan: I’ve always been a fan of Mexican food ever since I first went to Mexicali with my Mom back in the 1990’s. I know Mexicali is fastfood-y but I remember taking a forkful of their cheese enchilada back then and falling in love at first bite. Several foodie friends swear by B&T so I’m hoping my first time there would elicit swear words of the good kind.
Nihonbashi Tei, Makati: Japanese food has become my go-to cuisine when I’m in a rush to catch a movie or can’t think of a good place for some chow. In reality, give me salmon sashimi, kikoman soy sauce, and lots of wasabi and I’m a happy lady. However, I have yet to find a Japanese restaurant in Manila that can dethrone Omakase as my all-time favorite. Let’s see if Nihonbashi Tei is up to that challenge.
Little Tokyo, Makati: I’ve never been to Japan. I want my own ”Lost in Translation” moment! I want to take photos of my food amid a fake Japanese backdrop! I will embrace the fakery and drown myself in hot tea and wasabi ice cream!
I was listening to my “Favorites” playlist on my iPod early this morning and “Walk” by the Foo Fighters started playing. As I listened to the familiar opening chords, I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered the things that happened late January to February of this year, when I was still figuring out how to find my way back again.
Up until a few weeks ago, people have been telling me that I have changed. Some even feel like they don’t know me anymore. My reply? I didn’t change. I just became myself again.
“I put everything into my poetry that I should have put into my life, and now it’s too late for me to start all over again. The only thought that occurs to me at the moment is that in the final reckoning it’s better to have been sanguine by temperament, a man of action, and if you must get drunk do it properly and smash the place up.”—Anton Sergeyevich
“Mary,” Vladimir Nabokov
One of the movies that left such a big impression on me when I was in college was Crazy/Beautiful. What I loved most about the movie were the characters that Jay Hernandez and Kirsten Dunst played: Carlos and Nicole had a chemistry other people would just dream of having with their partners.
But what did I know about chemistry and relationships back then? Up until I was a senior, I hadn’t had a boyfriend nor have I been kissed. Knowing how it feels like to be someone’s girlfriend was as alien to me as a freezer to an Eskimo.
Man, did that movie have pull, though. I dreamt of having an all-white bedroom with one wall made entirely of glass and the other peppered with crazy polaroid photos. I wanted a guy who would skip his final exams to be with me. I fantasized about getting into a car with someone and driving anywhere (far). I wanted to know what it was like to cry and wail and moan the loss of someone other than myself.
I wanted Nicole’s cameras, too. But most importantly, I wanted my own Carlos.
What the fuck is wrong with being a little bit crazy, anyway? I figured when it comes to loving someone, there is no room for lukewarm. There are no grey areas. No if’s or but’s.
There is only either/or. Either you want to be with me or not. Either you want to risk with me or not. A life with me or without me.
Until now, I know I’ll always pine for him. That one guy I’d be willing to risk everything if it just meant being able to spend five minutes with him.
I am sick and tired of people ranting about PNoy’s administration. If you think you can do a better job at being President, go run for office. Otherwise, just shut the hell up. This country needs problem-solvers, not whining babies posing as concerned citizens.
“As he listened, Tom began to realize that these stories weren’t routinely told. These were stories one had to earn. He could feel the wall coming down. He wondered if anyone else had made it this far.”—500 Days of Summer
Having a default date to social activities that require you to bring a +1, and even to those that don’t. Watching movies and pigging out can always be done solo, but admit it, you can’t dissect a bad movie over “breakfast for dinner” alone. This is one of the practical advantages of being with someone.
Staying indoors on lazy, rainy weekends and doing nothing (or something). I am sure you prefer a little bit of both.
Dorking out completely without fear of being judged.
Being selfless. Going all out. No, really. It’s possible.
I began my own travel journal back in 2009, during my first trip to Ilocandia to the extreme north of the Philippines. That first trip was a weekend spent photographing the region’s well-known and lesser-known tourist attractions with a bunch of other photo enthusiasts, both digital and analog bugs alike. I recall jotting down notes in my little Moleskine during the entire 8-hour bus ride up north, or at least until we arrived at our first photo location - Bantay Tower in the town of Vigan.
That weekend was my first foray into the frantic business of travel photography. Technically, half the trip time was lost to travel, hence the mad dash to get into position faster than the other participants in order to take a crowd-free shot of that church, that lighthouse, that pristine white sand beach.
By the time we were back on the bus en route to Manila, I had filled two CF cards but barely a page of my travel journal, save for a list of expenses incurred and random time stamps of where we were at a particular point during the trip: