My friends have not been blogging on here. Oh well. I'll take a break too and will come back when John Mayer or Bill Kaulitz finally realize that I'm their "one true thing". Wahoo.

"A Lolly A Day"

(June 28, 2009  Jasaan, Misamis Oriental)

The Beach Down South

photo by me

Sequel to Tito Teng and Tita Abeth's 25th Wedding Anniversary celebration...

Photos by ROCH (a.k.a. luiarellano) unless otherwise noted

Tito Teng and Tita Abeth's 25th Wedding Anniversary

L-R: Cousins Tet, Kat, Me, Tita Abeth and Mavette

Tet, Kat, Roch, click and "save as" na oh.

Credits to Roch a.k.a. luiarellano>> photographer

The Cha & Paul Atrocity

(Note: The following entry is a re-blog from my favorite office neighbor Ruby's blogspot page featuring Cha and Paul, a.k.a. Susy and Geno of the Court of Appeals Mindanao Station.)

I open my eyes, softly and wide...

Lovely flower you're my sunshine!

A n n o t a t i o n.

I like this picture,

except for the fact that Paul is in it. Lol.

Peace out, fatso. We love you!

I like choreographing pictures.

Unfortunately for Paul and Cha,

they fell prey to my idiosyncrasy and nonplus conduct.

So, there you have it Cha... your photo at the Walled City.

XOXO

Thank you Ruby!

Wunderzwillinge werden vereinigt (Wonder Twins Unite)

I finally met wonder twin (a.k.a. T/TH/S Mrs. Sunshine Kaulitz) in person and had great SanMig Premium time with her cousin and friends at Alabang. Albeit short on time, I was grateful to have met, and clinked bottles with, this eclectic mix of wonderful and fun company.

Sehen Sie Sie im September, Zwillingsschwester!

Ruby and Her Minions

This shot was taken straight from a Philippine Department of Tourism brochure.

Of course, I was kidding.

Everytime I see this picture of my friends (Left to right: Rio, Ruby and Paul) which, by the way, was taken by me *gigglesnort*, I smile because I feel the warmth, happiness, energy and love emanating from these wonderful people. (Yes, Paul, I speak out of sincerity.)

Location: Binondo, Manila

Justice Flores' Retirement Party

En banc session

May 13, 2009, Court of Appeals Auditorium. Justice Teresita Flores with past and present staff.. Happy happy place. Miss you guys!

PSC Sunday

L-R: Baby Alec. Lyra, Me, Mavet

The sportsfest where noone really plays anything
HAHAHAH!

Mom and Me Tag Team

I remember two years ago my mother and I caused the termination of a salon guy's employment after he refused to give her the haircut she desired. she would have let the incident pass had the salon guy admitted his fault-- he didn't give the right  cut. Instead of apologizing, he raised his voice at my mother, which was rude, considering that she was in the middle of explaining to him how he could have possibly misheard her when she said, "Layered", instead of "Shaggy". Hah! By the laws of phonetics, the first term could not be mistaken for the second. And seriously, who wants a shaggy cut these days? He also caused a minor cut on mother's nape because his mind was very busy ranting and the guy couldn't multi-task.

Long story short, my mother and I gave the salon guy a taste of Bisaya fury. We were WWF tag team. It felt good afterwards because we knew we were fighting within the proper bounds.

Two years later, we caught ourselves in another tag team match, this time with the lady owner of a cafe who served us unchilled bottled juice.  It was no big deal for us, except that, for whatever reason, this lady refused to give us glass and ice. This, after assuring us that the  juice has been chilled for over 12 hours AND after failing and REFUSING to deliver what she has assured. Wow. Just wow. The unchilled juice, whew, no problem at all, the cowgirl that I am. No biggie. But the misrepresentation and the refusal?  No matter how mundane it seems, we couldn't let that pass. Tag team activate! So mother and I had another one of those quasi-bitch fits. We are not divas;  we just don't like it when people unreasonably trample on us. 

How about you, have you any bitch fight story?

This Hag's Favorite Twins

Hello everyone! I have a confession.

I have a mildly hazardous obsession for Tokio Hotel, especially the Kaulitz twins. However, I am but a small peck among the millions of screaming legions in the world. I wish I can hit the highest note in the eight-octave scale and scream so I can "consummate" my inner fangirl. I cannot. Screaming is obligatory for a fangirl. Drooling and giggling, too. The objects of my obsession/affection need only stand on a spot, no theatrics, to make me hyperventilate. And that's not exaggerating. Really.

Bill's fourteen-second audio message? I spun out of axis.

Tom's new black (raven, to quote my zwillingsschwester) cornrows? I catapulted into zero gravity.

Tom and Bill's t-shirt design and photoshoot for H&M Fashion Against AIDS 2009 campaign?

I DIED. (And it doesn't help that the shirt says "Rock hard, F*** Safe")

L-R: Gustav, Tom, Bill, Georg

Now, if only I can get my jittery hands on Brad Pitt's little bruder Georg. (Yes, Georg was adopted by German parents and the brothers reunited when Georg recognized a striking resemblance  of Brad's butt to his after that Legends movie. Hahaha) Er, I meant on this baby below.

Ahhhh. True love.

Her Turn

Shai's "photoshoot" . More in the Photo Album. Click HERE.

 

It's official

I am not calm. At least not in my head.

Oh my god.

"Sana ikaw na nga" is playing on the radio. Someone, somewhere in the astral plane, is wooing me, I swear.

Finally, A Vienna Teng Video!

Is this a sign of things to come? Is she going mainstream already? I hope she is. This lady's music was my summer of '07 soundtrack and it was the perfect therapy to melancholic me! She's a musical movement all on her own. Her music has been described as seductive and transcendent (Amazon), gorgeously conceived, accomplished yet understated (Paste), singular among her peers (Variety).*

Here are screen captures of my diva Vienna in her new music video, "Gravity". Curly Sue, is that you?

 

 

 

 

Vienna in her element

 

 

 

 

 

Work it girl!

 

 

 

 

 

These gloves have a life of their own.Aren't the black ribbons heavenly?

 

 

 

 

 

Sing, girl, sing!

 

 

 

 

Catch her video at the viennateng official youtube channel.

"Gravity" (words and music by Vienna)

Hey love
Is that the name you're meant to have
For me to call

Look love
They've given up believing
They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall

But don't you believe them
Don't you drink their poison too
These are the scars that words have carved
On me

Hey love
That's the name we've long held back
From the core of truth

So don't turn away now
I am turning in revolution
These are the scars that silence carved
On me

This the same place
No, not the same place
This is the same place, love
No, not the same place we've been before

Hey, love
I am a constant satellite
Of your blazing sun
My love
I obey your law of gravity
This is the fate you've carved on me
The law of gravity
This is the fate you've carved on me

*vienna teng official youtube channel

Shai, M.D.

My sister is now a heels-clickin' doctor. Congratulations!

This cartoon looks eerily much like her.

Photo credit: www.clipartof.com

Sabado

La lang.
I was bored to death.
So I went out and clicked the day away.

Singlesville

When: February 14, 2009
Where: Rosario Strip

Valentines' dinner for singles only.
With attorneys and exec. assistants.

Earrings 2009

Made them. Stored them in my box. What a pity. Anyone want them? Hahaha!

"And it was all yellow"

When: Saturday morning
Where to: Foundation Day Programme at School

Storm "Bising" Signal Number 1.
The shoes won't keep her feet dry. Good luck!

I promised Mark Oscar I'd post the first few pics taken by the newest toy in our home. (We're still learning photography.)
Thanks to Canios brothers Oscar and Marc-lottie loo for all the trouble of buying the camera in Japan for us. YAHOO!

Stalkerish Girlfriends Chat

SG: " Ich hasse euch dafur." Wow .. to say that .. that he felt such hate...
Me : Aw, he was just a kid. Come here, Baby Bill. Let me comfort you.
SG : Huggy bear...
Me : Now I don't know what I should be---Bill's quasi-mom or the deranged fangirl.
SG : GIRLFRIEND!
Me : Correction NOTED.

 

*Thanks to SG (you know who you are when you recognize this convo) for waiving (I hope) her right to privacy of communication. Hihihihi. This was published in the name of Bill K lovin'.

 

**Photo credit: flickr. com

Today sucks

I’m late for work.
I’m broke.

Double whammy.

Flat rear tire.
Gas empty.

Quadruple whammy.

Forvidah

“ Coffee is the only language I understand. ”

Paul, officemate, in refusing to grant me a favor (asking for his boss’ signature) which should not have required too much prodding. A little later, however, he granted it. 

Ah, he understands my Cebuano, too.

I can't think of a title to this blog entry...

...because more important things are bothering me this moment. To mention some:

-my runny nose

-dysmenorrhea

-flashfloods that have wiped away homes by the Cagayan de Oro rivers and creeks

-overhaul my first draft decision

-the overhauling has to be finished tomorrow

-my friends relocated to higher elevation to avoid catastrophe (safety not guaranteed)

-God's wrath

-P275.00 debt to Princess Lirio Ebol

-stuffy nose

-headache

-backpain

-no neozep or painkillers

-God's wrath

-what to wear to office tomorrow (of course, it has to be fierce and outlandish)

Note to self: Sing Sarah Bareilles and everything will be alright.

*Seriously, I'm just feeling dizzy from staring at the computer the whole day, the first 8 hours for work, the remaining hours for  mindless internet surfing. I'm not even in the mood for some Bill Kaultiz lovin'. But I am in the mood for sleep. Right. I'll just sleep. Shut up, Charissa.

 

 

Lullabye for A Stormy Day

The sound of rain crashing on the roof woke me up today.

I surprised myself by making coffee without sugar and putting on my mother's two-month-old sweater. There is a little doorstep at the back of the house which looked too lonely this stormy morning that I thought I should keep company.

I love stormy mornings. Vienna Teng must have loved stormy mornings too--how else in the world can she make the perfect soundtrack for days like these?Her melodies and falsettos just get to me, her lyrics like the gospel of the forlorn and the melancholic. She caters to that part of me which feels alive with the occassional tug at the heartstrings. I am, after all, a descendant of Sisyphus. I guess we all are. Existentially.

I don't know if I speak for you at this point, but let me just say there is beauty in carrying the weight of the worlds we create for ourselves, as well as those imposed on us by others, with or without our consent. It is like an art of  some sort, particularly of allowing which boulders to carry and which ones to throw back at their hurlers--gracefully, in french manicure. We subconsciously give in to pain, but only to the extent short of self-destruction, and only to emerge more alive, more beautiful, more ferocious than ever.

The rain still pounds on the roof and it shows no sign of stopping. I am savoring this grand display of sweet melancholy with Vienna Teng's lullabye...And someday you'll know that nature is so, This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land and forests and sand, Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning...

Just apt for the day I will spend tucked under the blanket.

*Thanks to December Sun at flickr.com for the photo

home life

 

 

 

Isn't it great to just kick your shoes off after a hard day's work? Sit at the doorstep and be greeted by furballs with unconditional love?

Sigh.

I want everyday to be this normal, laid-back.(Spoken under the illusion that my life is as exciting as a rockstar's) 

For the nth time I say routine is good. It is liberating.I wake up in the morning, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, take the jeepney to work, come home after 5pm.

For the nth time, too, if only someone would open the door after seven clicks of the doorbell.

I want everyday to be this normal.

I also want a pair of wicked black platform shoes.

And did I tell you that world peace tops my list? Yes, I want that, too.

The Music in My Head (Re: Beautiful German Boy)

This manboy  cunningly deceived me into singing in German. 

Congratulations, Bill! 

I thank you and curse you at the same time. There's nothing more apt to say but GET OUT OF MY HEAD, you man-doll! 

I take that back. Please stay. Bleiben Sie bitte!

The song goes, " Ich muss durch den monsun/ Hinter die welt/ Ans ende der zeit/ Bis kein regen mehr fallt/Gegen den sturm/Am abgrund entlang/Und wenn ich nicht mehr kann, denk'ich daran/Irgendwann laufen wir zusammen/Durch den monsun, dann wird alles gut..."  *Nosebleed*

In English now, "Running through the monsoon/Beyond the world/To the end of time/Where the rain won't hurt/Fighting the storm/Into the blue/And when I loose myself I think of you/Together we'll be running somewhere new/Through the monsoon/Just me and you." *End of Nosebleed*

Photo credits: flickr.com; Song credits: Kaulitz, Jost, Hoffman, Roth