Winging it, One Ukay-Ukay Dress at a Time

I tend to get days like this, oddly enough, yes. I plan for it, work around the details and then I mess up, or things just unravel on their own, I dunno.

“She can wear a veil, an eye mask, even a potato sack over her head - it doesn't matter. True beauty never fades; it radiates the kind of glow, that makes you turn your head and look, same way you unconsciously look for the stars, when the night is dark.”

- Veronika Jensen

A Day in the Life: Thoughts on May 21, 2016 (Saturday)

“You become what you think about all day long.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hit Follow (Para kay Bernardo Bernardo na si Bernardo Carpio pala)

Ikaw,

2 taon na mula nang huli tayong umakyat ng bundok, nakita ko kanina sa facebook "On This Day" ko, paborito kang feature nun eh, grabe 2 yearsssss! Di ako makapaniwala, ang bilis ng mga taon, parang di naman din kasi I think last month lang nag-dra-drama pa rin ako over a memory of you, haha. Oh wells.

Yes, your Ukes. Picture taken without permission. Go ahead sue me, tapos babalikan kita ng demanda dun sa 500 na utang mo sa akin at sa 500 na di mo rin ibinalik nung nag-Baguio tayo at para sa damages ng puso kong wasak for the last 2 years. Siraulo ka. Ay di, joke lang, supposedly positive post to eh. Hahaha. 

2 am walks

She and the Wonder boy walked down a sparingly lit road at 2 am.

Pulu't Gata

Di ko na naman na-a-update ang blog ko. Not that it's should be thing na dapat ay may schedule, but I have promised myself to write constantly and I am really crappy on following promises like that. My last real post was so dark that I was (I think I still am) in a rut for while. I am still contemplating on whether to write about it, hmmm pag-iisipan ko pa yan. 

3rd of 11: Palengke Stories

I can sense that this project is slowly turning into an anthology of my job seeking exploits that are not ending well. I am jeopardizing the tone of the entire thing because I am slowly burying myself in the funk. So today, let me try something to change it a bit.

Noong bata pa ako, lagi akong fail sa pamamalengke. Ewan ko ba kung bakit basta laging fail, basta fail sya. Bale, 7 years old pa lang ako at 6 yung sumunod sa akin ay inuutusan na kami ni Ina sa kung saan-saan. Sa pamamalengke ako madalas pumapalpak.

UP Writers' Night

So pumunta ako sa UP Writers' Night kagabi...at marami akong napagtanto:

1. I'm hopeless sa pagbabasa kay Google Map, I understand directions much better kung galing sa tao with landmarks and all, wag lang basta "take a left here and a right there..."

2. For her: Yes dear, malapit ang UP Executive House sa College of Architecture, mas madaling tumbukin yung daan from kay Oble kesa magmula sa C.P Garcia (o baka naman yung isa pang Executive House yun, may dalawa daw kayo sa Diliman eh) tapos lakad ng kaunti at may 3 nagsasangang daan, Lakandula ata yun tapos Kalaw and then isang diretso, di ko maalala yung name pero dumiretso ako. Madadaanan yung Archi Building, tapos diretso lang and then a right, may makikita kang sort of barrier, follow the trail upward at yun na yung UP Executive House.

Some shameless promotion coming your way in 3, 2,1 and...

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Lighthouse Theater Philippines 

Please check this link out for ticket details and schedule of 2015 performance tours. Like us please!  Thank you so much!

Lighthouse Theater Philippines presents
ILAYA

Unraveling temptation’s traps through the enchantment of musical theater 

Written and directed by Carlos Palanca Award Winner, Jeena Rani Marquez-Manaois
Musical direction by Ramon Quemada
Original music, arrangement, and orchestration by
Mark Rosales
Jovelle de la Paz
Meribah Mae Rioveros
Melvin Rioveros
Roi Esmele

Set design by Mark Andy Garcia and Marvin Tolete

November 27, 2014
7:30 pm
Lighthouse Bible Baptist Church
Tel +63.2.711.2888

Ticket prices at 100, 300, 500, 1,000 pesos
For ticket reservations, please contact Donna Cuyno.
For further inquiries, please contact Lighthouse Theater Stage Manager Jethro Anaen.

Baka sa Hardware meron

Naaalala ko noong bata pa ako, na sa tuwing magpapabili ang tatay ko ng sigarilyo ang lagi kong itinatanong ay "saan?" at ang lagin nyang sagot na may kasamang yamot ay "baka sa hardware meron," Syempre noon mas mayayamot ako sa kanya kapag ginaganito nya ako, effective kasi ang paraan nya ng pagpapa-intindi sa akin na walang saysay yung tanong ko, swerte pa kung walang kasamang hampas yun, parang hataw ng martilyo na pilit ipinababaon ang kaalaman na sana ay dapat matik ko nang alam. Isang beses sinubukan ko ngang bumili ng Hope ni Papa sa pinakamalapit na hardware, ayun di na ako nakabili may pasa pang bonus dahil sa palo. At ang tanong nya kasabay ng bawat hagupit ng sinturon ay, "anong pinapatunayan mo? Simpleng bagay di mo pa alam?"

Bente-singko na ako at kani-kanina lang napagtanto ko na baka para pa rin akong bata na parang pinipilit bumili ng sigarilyo sa hardware store at ano ang nahita ko? Heto, panay latay. May mga bagay akong hinahanap sa maling lugar o iniisip ko na may matino akong bagay na mkikita sa lugar kung saan di available ang bagay na matitino, tapos magugulat ako sa huli kung bakit ang miserable ko lang.

Cheese Stick Pesto or Classic Pandesal

It was a little after 5 in the afternoon and the sky promises of rain; I'm worried. I reread the last sms you sent and grunted, the gnawing sensation in the pit of my stomach is over-taking me and soon after a decision was made. I gathered my things, finished whatever I can and took note of the tasks that will have to wait till the next day. I calculated the time; if I leave at 6, I can reach your place a little after 8, I can go back to Manila 10 at the latest and still make it to our rehearsal that usually drag on till the wee hours of the night. I tried containing this unnamed feeling that started swelling in me after the decision was made. Whatever may happen, this will be the first time that I'll be seeing you properly after almost 5 months of absence. 

"Whatever happened to us?" 

I shoved down this thought somewhere deep in my unconscious, if I dwell on it I may not be able to control the shivering in my muscles and the mixture of panic and excitement that is about to burst out from my mouth. I try to limit the expectations, whatever mess we are both in won't be fixed with just one surprise visit. It won't be that easy and it will require you clarifying the murky waters of whatever it is going on between us, or not. 

Late night texts to early morning calls

Me (Oct. 27, 2014; 11:56pm): Tapos dami mong ginawa pa ngayong araw?

You (Oct.27, 2014; 11:58pm): Sakto lang.

Kapag ganito ang usapan natin medyo nawawalan ako ng gana. Alam mo namang parang nababanat na goma ang mga araw ko at ang papuslit-puslit nating palitang ng mga mensahe ang isa sa pinakahihintay ko, tapos mamukat-mukat ko ganito lang ang mga nilalaman noon. So ano ang gagawin ko? Matutulog. Di ko na pinipilit pigilin dahil nakakapagod i-maintain ang kasigasigan sa mga pag-uusap natin sa tuwing ang sagot mo ay "Okay." "Haha." ":)" "Sakto." "Ah." lang naman. 

Pero kahit ganoon, sa tuwing magigising ako ng alas-4 ng umaga at makikita kong may bago kang mensahe, kahit gaano pa kapayak yan ay sasagot ako. 

Me (Oct. 28, 2014; 4:15am): Good morning

You (Oct.28, 2014; 4:22am): Tawag ka.

Mahabang gabi (Una sa Tatlo)

     Nakisiksik ako sa dami ng mga pauwing tao nang araw na iyon. Holiday kinabukasan, kaya naman ganoon na lang ang pagmamadali ng lahat na makauwi ng maaga o pumunta sa kung saan man sila pupunta. Sapo-sapo ko ang paper bag na kinalalagyan ng pasalubong ko saiyo mula Boracay, lukot na at unti-unting dumurumi dahil sa polusyon ng Metro Manila. Kauuwi mo lamang mula sa malapit na probinsya kung saan ka nagtuturo sa kolehiyo, magpapasa ng mga requirements sa University na gusto mong pasukan para sa Masters Degree na matagal mo nang nais kunin. Nagsabi ka ng mga gagawin mo sa buong maghapon, “…pupunta sa” dito at doon at “…kikitain ang ilang kaibigan mula..” sa ganito at ganyan. Bahagya akong nalungkot at mabilis na kinagalitan ang sarili sa pagiging mapaghanap. Wala naman tayong usapan ng araw na iyon na magkikita, umasa lang ako ng bahagya na makikita ka tutal ay nasa lungsod ka naman ng mga panahong iyon. Natunugan mo yata ang pagtamlay ko kahit sa text lang tayo nag-uusap, kaya’t naging malambing ang mga susunod nating palitan ng mensahe.

Thoughts on August 23rd

1. Birthday mo ngayon, di kita mabati kahit gustung-gusto ko. Siguro ang comforting thought na lang sa akin ay ang katotohanang di ikaw o ang kaarawan mo ang unang naisip ko pagdilat kanina, kundi sa wakas ay nakatulog ako ng sapat.

2. Nakatabi pa rin sa tokador ko ang mga necktie na dapat sana'y ireregalo ko sa pagpasa mo sa Master's program sa so called dream school mo. Hindi ko na naibigay noong umakyat tayo ng Baguio, sa dami kasi ng ginawa natin ay nakaligtaan ko na. Naisip ko na ihabol na lang para sa kaarawan mo, ngunit mukhang mananatili na lang sila sa tokador ko at mag-iipon ng alikabok.

One heck of a Ride

September 05, 2013 – Thursday

Yesterday may have been the day that I had my worst MRT trip ever. People seemed to forget that I am human being too, let alone a woman. So, while I was there, squished and trying my best to stifle my cries of agony, I realized that I have been using this means of transportation for the past 5 years. Yep, 5 years, 3 jobs and a lot pounds ago I was someone who was really amazed by the power and beauty of using the MRT.  Para sa akin noon, it speaks of freedom and being a grown up. Alam mo yung parang sa mga Hollywood movies, kung saan yung matatanda kapag pumapasok sa mga trabaho nila ay gumagamit sila ng subway. I was so drunken with the thought that I was actually doing something a grown up only could,  that di ko agad napansin na it’s a war out there.  So here are some of the stuff that I realized and observed sa kasasakay sa mechanical-uod na to, I’m sharing them to you para parang preparation na din. These are my opinions, each to his/her own ika nga.

On Beauty

This would probably be one of my most popular status ever, I just sure hope that those people understood what I was talking about.