being KESO this v- day

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PROPERLY SPELL THE V-DAY! VALENTINES' OR VALENTINE'S?
sorry grammar freaks. it's the latter isn't it? since it's St. Valentine's day right? haha. whatever. Since I'm not going on a date, my dad gave me chocolates, I had lunch with UP friends, having a candlelit dinner with family in a bit AND i'm writing about my beloved barkada!!!!! LOVELY. :-))



my barkada. we're all very different. i don't even understand why we're all friends.haha, just kidding! We created an analogy long ago. We said the table in the canteen where we used to eat almost everyday in Grade school represented us as a barkada. Each one would be all over the place during the lunch time. Some were in council, some were grabbing food from other people, studying, doing varsity stuff, etc, but we all knew we could back to THE TABLE and find friends there. That's what my barkada's like. The canteen is now a bigger world (spanning the distance among several colleges and even across continents! haha), but the so-called table, I believe, exists. ;-p

JMA WEEK 2008

Good job Week! Let the Gold Times Roll! :-)
pics of my beloved PC's, Pakain, Scav Hunt - (Go pub!) and the team at Culmi night :-)

Gallery pics coming sooooon :-)

in the beginning...

in the beginning, there was boredom...



and from that sprung the universe.


what else will boredom create this sembreak? :-)

hands busy in the air

mooncake festival

Another fun, fun Grub Club dinner. Always unique and gastronomically satisfying, this one included the Mooncake game! the festival is an old Chinese tradition. The game was invented by a general who felt sorry for his soldiers who couldn't go home for the festival. Now, imagine a noisy bunch of slightly tipsy & majorly full people of different ages playing for prizes of about 100 hopias. hahaha, grub club!!!!

Papa: "Our babies are getting bigger! Soon they'll be bigger than us"
Mama: "Oo nga. Tingnan mo (points at my sister on the bed)"
Mia: *stands up on top of the bed, spreads her arms and shouts

"RAR!!!"

nyahaha. weirdo.

me: (quietly) bigger than my dad? whoa. i sure hope not. hahaha, just kidding

my family had an interesting discussion about a question.













how did people cut their nails before nailcutters were invented??

wet feet

when my ears hear one sound of air
listening a small space apart
to stories of the past that mold
to melody
and words i sing
of my memory
of wet feet that didn't tremble at all
and the walk up that was worth the sit
and the reason i gave up the stick
and you held it,
i think.
now this.
this chance.
it challenged my growth,
confused listen and talk
and I read
I read the map the way I don't walk
and they dried!
why?
now i speak and i've looked through to the end
once again and
yet, now this..
is a part of the way?
not,
not the shot with the backdrop in front?
not the same song in my head or the stones?
not dirty?
then no!
I know!
I need to jump into the river and splash
and run.

STRAGOL.

cos one thing makes it fun and difficult at the same time...

stragol.

indeed.