Dear You (#2)

I have spent the last two days in La Union, hanging out with my best friend Razel at her grandparents' house. We mostly stay in her room where we watch movies on her laptop, discuss our woes and then laugh about them; occasionally adjusting the ac when it gets too cold or too humid. We only go downstairs for meals and some TV, although we did leave the house this afternoon to go visit a local Chinese temple to take pictures.

Feet

Of New Looks and Books

Today I decided I needed to change the way this blog looks. The background image was something off of the stock photos, and a bit too literal for my taste considering it's title. So I took a picture I had drawn in the middle of a sleepless night last week and decided I wanted for it to be the background, see?

I didn't worry too much about my grammar either.

Something I Tell Myself Everyday

I don't necessarily succeed every time.

Dear You,

Have you had lunch?
 
I just had some. Strange, but in the middle of it, right when I was getting ready to comment on a coworker's story, I wondered about you, and whether you've already eaten.

Kids

I've always been frustrated by the fact that I know very few kids who could be goaded into doing something like those on the videos. I've never dreamt of becoming a film director, but I've always been fascinated by the creativity (not to mention perseverance) that goes into creating even just a two-minute video.

On the Eve of 23: A Place Like Here

Weird how I've managed to convince enough people into believing I don't actually have a birthday. I guess some people think its a religious thing, although I'm not a member of the Iglesia Ni Kristo which is the only religion I know that doesn't celebrate anything. (I could  be wrong, of course, so don't take my word for it.)

Like-its

Like this, only prettier.

While on the way to the train station, I had an idea: What if I invented post-it notes that had the Facebook 'Like' symbol on it? What would happen if I then proceeded to stick those post-its to whatever I think is 'like-worthy'?

A poster showing a particularly delicious looking California Maki and some Ebi Tempura? Like. Nice security personnel who helped an elderly woman with her luggage? Like. A cute little girl wearing a big smile and tossing her curls while pulling her mother along by the hand? Like. Free postcards that you can take as many as you want? Like. A kiosk selling scrapbooking materials at half-price? Betsy C.S. and 2 others like this.

Morbid

Last night, at around half past six, I received this text message:

Nga pala, baka ma-traffic kayo sa Tulyahan, may bangkay daw ng lalaki na nakita dun e. Na-salvage daw ata.(By the way, you might get stuck in traffic at the Tulyahan (River Bridge), they found a man’s corpse and think he was “salvaged”---a Filipino term for when someone is killed in an ambush.)

At the time that I was reading this, I was with an acquaintance from work, and we were making our way through the mall towards the bus stop. We were trying to talk as much and as loud as we could in the vain hope that we wouldn’t hear the latest female rendition of Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours” (Which is a perfectly acceptable song, by the way.). The kind of message that I’d received is not something you’d expect from a high school student who had only previously texted you to ask if you’re free to join in the benefit dinner the church is holding that same evening. Needless to say, when I read it, I stopped dead in my tracks, and, believe it or not, seriously thought: I hope it’s not my father.