Donna’s Wedding

I just came in from my dear friend back in high school. Let’s call the event a sort of reunion for own small group. Prior to Donna’s wedding was Renee’s which I missed due to work duties. (Really sorry, Renee. My loss. Heard it was a blast.)

Oh, by the way, all of them are all getting married and talked about details and planning. Again, I am left out. But it’s my fault…

Just thankful I tried to be useful (somehow) in the wedding. Borrowed Myles’ Canon 20D and fire the trigger away. But despite my face behind the viewfinder, I really couldn’t stop some tears to drop. I worry about the makeup Gou did on me but still… gahd! I’m such a cry baby.

ARGH.

Can’t help but became quite emotional about it. Donna is my closest among the four of us, no doubt about that. We lost touch sometime around the sophomore days of our college years and we took the same degree in different universities. We sort of regroup at least once a year but being the renegade member for being late or worst the always the no-show I am the odd man out nowadays. It’s my fault. A price to pay when I’m not constantly in touch.

These are just some of the initial photos I got. Mostly my faves. Will still be selecting decent ones since I didn’t use any flash on the photos I’ve taken, some are blurred due to movement of subject or due to my hands shaking and trying to hold my composure of not sobbing loudly.

The Bride awaits…

Me to self: “‘Danda ng friend ko…” (teary-eyed…)

Dong (the Bride) with her sister, Aya, the Maid of Honor

Either she’s checking out her bouquet, or she’s texting?

There she is…

And she walks towards the altar… *sniff*

Awww… the best kiss photo I got…

To check out some more photos, you can click here.

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A short (but sweet) message for the newly weds…

To Alex… aka Rudy Fernandez (‘cause he really looks like him) aka Da Boy, I’m glad to know that Dong is loved by a good man. We still have to get to know each but for now, I’m happy that you two are together. Like what I told you, take good care of my friend, ok? Love her very much… kasi alam ko… basta, ‘yun na!

To Dong aka Bulilit to my Nanay, you know I’m happy that you got married. You know that from my reaction when you called me up to inform me that you are getting married. 5 years you and Alex are together… where the hell was I? I wish that despite you and the other ladies are already married and is getting married (hi, Karina) I hope you guys won’t stop looking for me and trying to drag my butt off my work seat to meet up. I don’t know if you noticed that I kept on hugging you in every chance that I can had from the eve of your wedding day till the time we said goodbye at the reception… I’m really going to miss the makulit, funny, OC and mataray na Donna…

Now you know why I really declined to be part of the entourage… not just I’m not really comfortable wearing a tube type dress, but it’s more of me being a cry baby. And writing this now, I’m still crying! So imagine my mascara will be ruined then… hahaha.

I miss you guys… specially you, Dong.

Treaded A Thin Line

What happened last night could have been a follow through of what happened, the other night (as the stated in my previous entry). What happened last night made me think to that extent that it gave some verification to myself… my worthiness.

I may have entered into a situation that should have been avoided from the start. Never mix water w/ oil, if I may say so. Shake it vigorously, the substance may look mixed up but at the end it will still separate. Avoid hassle of cleaning it up.

Wounds may heal for some time and most of it leave scars… to remind us of where it came from and why we had that wound. I guess now, verifying where I stand and trying to understand certain situations and people lead me to understand myself and honestly, knocked the helmet off of my head.

I came to my senses. I am not so love struck that I have lost my sense of reality and self-worth.

I still have a little something of myself left.

(Thank you)

Learned a lot here. I wish I’ll be reminded of the events I’ve been through. Lessons are quite learned and remembered specially when your trip face flat on the floor. What matter is how you get up, straighten your clothes and brush the dirt off and move on. It hurts. I can’t deny that. But that feeling is so worth it. At lest it has some use. Charge it to experience, as they say. What didn’t kill you makes you stronger… TRUE enough.

I’ve changed a lot. Some doesn’t like it, because it didn’t favor them. Others said it was good. But for me, I feel better. I just feel sad and afraid that I may have lose someone. But it’s up to him. I’ve always made it a point that I’m always there for him but right now, I just have to leave some for myself. I have proven my loyalty but it doesn’t mean I have abandon him. I’ll always be here as a friend. He should have known that from the start.

No hard feelings.

Sa Halagang One Hundred Pesos…

This might have been my daring entry ever about me… doing this in the event of helping myself to move on…

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Ngayong gabi na talaga (actually, umaga na) ang pinaka-sign sa mga signs na hinihingi ko. Sobrang denial na talaga ako at madami ng signs in different angles at excuses ang pinalipas ko. Hopeful kasi ako. Wala na kong lusot. Ngayong gabi (umaga na nga!) dapat tapusin ko nang kabaliwan, katangahan at kagagahan ko sa buhay….

Hindi lang batok o sampla ang inabot ko noon. Pero sige, bira pa rin ako. Umasa ang gaga. Nangudngod na ako. Sinubsob na nga yata ang mukha ko sa kahihiyan, deny pa rin ako. Masarap kasing kiligin at mangarap ng gising. ‘Yung napapangiti ka lang out of the blue kahit mukha kang tanga. Pero ngayong gabi (umaga na nga, kahit wala pang araw) may audience ang katangahan ko. Sobra-sobrang sign na talaga…

… na hindi n’ya ako gusto.
… na hindi ako ang ideal girl n’ya siguro.
… na hindi na dapat ibalik ‘yung aspiration ko sa kanya.
… na hindi ko makikita sa kanya ‘yung signs na hinahanap kong magiging indicator na may chance.

Sa halagang P100.00, natauhan ako. Sa simpleng pusta, eto ako ngayon nagsusulat at isisiwalat LAHAT ng tinago ko. Sa tawa at joke na akala ng lahat eh joke at ‘yun lang, may laman pala. Totoo na all jokes are half meant.

Binigay ko nga ng buo… walang binalik sa akin kahit konti… walang sukli, walang natira. Abunado pa ako!

Hindi ko naman binibilang noon. ‘Di pinapansin na halos wala na nga pala akong itira sa sarili ko. Sa bawat chance na nakikita ko s’ya wala akong masabi. Ako na kay daldal at ‘di nauubusan ng sasabihin at ikukwento. Tumitiklop ako sa kanya. Sa mga pagkakataong nakikita kong hirap s’ya o malaman ko lang na pinagkakaisa s’ya, wala akong magawa o maipayo man lang. Gusto ko lang s’yang yakapin in the hopes na matatangal kong lahat ng hirap at pagod n’ya. Pero hanggang doon lang ako. Sa isip ko lang ‘yun. Minsan dinadaan ko sa biruan between friends. Pero sa totoo, kung sa hug ko mawawala lahat ng hirap n’ya, gagawin ko talaga…

Ang baduy ‘noh o nakakatawa, pero seryoso…

(Thought balloon: ‘Lika rito… hug kita…)

Sobra ko siguro s’yang itinaas, tinigala at hinagaan. Sobra-sobra ko s’yang inalala na willing akong ibigay kahit hindi naman n’ya hinihingi. Sobra ko s’yang pinahalagahan. Affected ako palagi sa bawat nangyayari sa kanya kahit nasasaktan naman ako kapag ‘di siya sumasagot. Hindi ako pinapansin. Pakiramdam ko naiiwan ako sa ere.

Sobra nga. Sobra-sobra.

Hindi ko akalain P100.00 lang pala ang kaapat n’ya para matauhan ako.
Sa halagang ’yon mapapasimple ang guidelines ko ng mga lalaking ihahanap daw sa akin ng mga concern kong friends…
… lahat ng kabaligtaran n’ya…
… lahat ng hindi s’ya (PERIOD)

Sasagutin ko na dito ang tanong na paulit-ulit lumalabas kapag binibiro nila s’ya sa akin… na kung mahal ko ba? Siguro nga… sobra-sobra pa yata na I let myself na magmukhang tanga. Tinuloy ko pa rin kahit alam kong masasaktan lang ako. Kaya hindi talaga tama.

Pwede nga pala ‘yun… na mamahalin mo pa rin kahit alam mong di naman n’ya ibabalik sa’yo.

Pero ngayong gabi, DAPAT matapos na…

Salamat kay dating presidente Manuel L. Roxas.

And He’s Back…

Yup.

My boss is back in the blogging world… more of his mind-boggling words and experiences soon…

But for now click here and check what his blog would be about

Humanda na kayo… nyahahaha…

“Can you please be quiet?”

I really wish I can yell at the “boys” beside and behind me right now…

I’m in a internet shop right now, in one of the biggest mall in my province. I won’t be mentioning which mall that is ’cause I don’t intend to advertise them. I know, I know this is a public place. But naman! have a little respect with the other people in the room!

Calling them all BOYS despite the fact that 2 of the 3 are really quite grown ups and I’m sure they have armpits hairs already because they are really, REALLY annoying. I came in way ahead of them in the intention of sending some files for my side projects and to just hangout and supposedly blog another topic. But then came in these 3 boys. Overhearing what they are to do here (yup, they are speaking really quite loud), they are to play some internet/online game: counterstrike or dota-something. Who cares? The kid (the youngest I mean) is quite… ARGH… is there a heavier word that “annoyance” itself?

The older boy beside me is cute pa naman ata (I think) but with what he is doing, he isn’t anymore! Do you have to announce every move and every reaction you will do in such games? I never got hooked up in such interactive games. Thank God I’m not a gamer, ’cause if I am, I’m sure I’ll be much annoyed with how they play! But as far as I know, these games are suppose to be strategical. Game of tactics. And having tactics means keeping it to oneself until you apply it.

GRRRRRR…

I have been know as being masungit. Even Jose crowned me as Miss Minchin, the strict and mean mistress of Princess Sarah. I am, I know… at a right place at a right time… well, most of the time. Perhaps now, it’s a right time to hold my temper. It is a public place. I am in a public place. Reminding myself over and over again. I had worst times…

To Emil, Omeng and Jelo… or whatever their names are… I pray that I won’t be encountering you again… EVER.

Sayang “kuya” Jelo, cute ka pa naman yata…

Capturing Attention… Would you dare?

My work goes beyond branding and designing. It goes to idead of below the line selling of what we’ve branded, hence thinking and understanding the targets of the brands. It’s living a not-so-normal life I guess. And if at this very moment I’ll be asked to describe my life in one word I’d say: abnormal.

This entry I say has more than just that reason mention above. Nor am I just to sell the innovation and idea of the photo posted above. (Oh, by the way, it’s a gum and it has other variants). Among all it’s “brothers and cousins”, I’d prefer to post that one.

Above is the other side/facing of the box of gum.

I just love being different. I am questioned. I do ask too. But as far as I know, I know what I’m suppose to do and I don’t (and won’t) pull anyone down. But don’t mess with me.

I am trusted and valued. Loved and cared for. I may not have millions (not even thousands). But again, I know what I am supposed to do and I am living and dealing with it.

Learn.

Improvise.

Deal with it.

Call me Wondergirl (if you must)… Don’t test me.

Unfortunate Event

A few days ago, my dear friend Jose buzzed me over my YM with a really saddening news: nasunog ang Oslob Church.

It didn’t register to me immediately which among the churches in southern Cebu Oslob is. Until he mentioned some photographs I took of him and his life partner Addie, over the “eternidad” named street.Oslob is more than a century old church made from coral stones and it’s location is very enticing to me since it is facing the sea. Plus around it’s compound are some ruined structures said to be an old convent and probably a watch tower.

I didn’t know the full story until I Googled it a few minutes ago. Read the story here.

I felt bad about it. Oslob might not be my fave church visited in Cebu. It may not be as majestic as the other churches we’ve seen, but thinking that a treasure like that destroyed in just a few minutes because the fire trucks are defectives maddens me. Sad to admit, my country and most of my fellowmen seemed not appreciative of non-monetary treasures! It seems that for “officials”, treasures in the form of arts, architectures, music and the like are useless. It may not be gold, diamonds or silver convertible or sellable to cash but it’s a treasure that tell history, a source of knowledge, not just there for mere beauty or physical appreciation. Not all countries have such treasures.

Sigh.

Sharing a few of the photos I’ve taken in remembrance of a great church I’ve seen in Oslob…

The facade of Oslob Church

Oslob Church’s bell tower

Oslob church’s altar: I told Jose and Addie then that I was quite disappointed that it didn’t look that old because unfortunately, parishioners seemed to prefer a new church by painting it with new paints. But look at the structures, the ceiling, the column and their ornaments…

Main entrance of Oslob’s Church: it was close when we came. We entered on the side doors connected from the convent I think.

This is Jose, my Cebuano friend who I should be thankful for in dragging my ass to his province, along side with his lifetime partner, Addie. Here, Jose is resting but never failed to strike a pose every time I took his photos. This one was while we are admiring (and ranting over the painted) interiors Oslob church.

I am thankful that somehow, before this church was engulfed by fire, I get to visit and appreciate it. Sayang my other friend won’t be able to see such architecture.

To Jose and Addie, thanks for bringing me there. Hopefully we can do some church hopping elsewhere.

As for other photos of my Cebu trip, see more churches we visited, kindly spare some time and click here.

Maraming salamat (thank you).

One Quick Blog

Despite the fact that I’m…

… way behind some of my deadlines
… seeing more deadlines up ahead
… not quite enthusiastic with the usual assignments
… bored with the daily routine
… missing really good topics to write and post here in this blog
… friends are either getting hooked up and some are getting married (and I’m invited to attend)
… still single and no good result on whatever diet experiments I’m having

Unbelievable as it seems, I’m quite satisfied and happy…

I really seldom say that… feels good saying that.

Perhaps,  I’m just happy if not for myself but for what is happening for others Ü

To Ryu… go, girl! Hehehe… from the goth queen, to the bright, vibrant babe! They usual say that if you’re in love you’re baduy… girl, you’re blooming!!! *hugs*

And to J, finally, a date for the wedding bells! I’m touched that I’m the first one you informed among your college friends Ü I hope I get to meet Cat before the day. Sa bagay, I know how the story of this chapter of your life… grabe! Kahit sa YM lang natin napag-usapan ang simula ng kwento n’yo at pati proposal at wedding announcement sa YM pa rin… kinikilig pa din ako! Congrats and best wishes, J and Cat!

Hay…

Well, that’s a different sigh… for a change… a HAPPY one.

Gusto kong tumambling, actually… Hehehe

Smart Doggie

… friends, that’s what I call “mocking”.

Peanuts never failed to make me laugh…

And Snoopy, he’s one smart dog… smarter than people I know…

Nyarharhar…

Go, Snoopy!

 It’s a dog with an attitude…

and Freida (the kid girl that brags her “natural” curly hair) reminds me of someone…

… who… I’ll… just… keep… to… myself…

[for now]

Need I say more?

Try me…