You said you loved me / And I kind of believe that

But these days who knows what it means /

Wala lang. Sabi ko maya’t maya na ako mag uupdate ng site, lagi naman akong tinatamad. Twitter kasi. Ka-adik. And mejo may mga di na naman gumaganang add-ons. Good thing may mga optional stuff, kaso mejo complicated pang i tweak, e wala na akong oras minsan. Aba, mas masarap yatang maglagalag sa Makati kesa tumambay sa bahay. Hehe.

Nagiisip pa rin ako kung magp-paid account na ako sa Flickr. Just for the album integration part. Although 1K lang naman halos, pero minsan, pag naiisip kong eto ngang site, bayad, tinatamad pa ako, how much more pa kaya Flickr? Or dapat motivation ko yun? Eh minsan tinatamad na rin akong dalhin kung san san si Dreds kahit may maganda akong flash ngayon. Buhayin ko kaya ulit lomo?

Speaking of which, may birthday gig akong aatendan sa BHS. i t-try kong mag shoot ng naka NEF para makita if mas maganda mag edit, kasi gagamit ako flash. That would mean I need to bring Wicky para maya’t mayang upload. Olats na naman kasi ang 2MB kong MMC. Hello, donors? Lol. Mamang manghoholdap, wag muna. Wala akong bodyguard escort sa Sabado, please be nice.

On the light side. Anong tingin nyong better back to school (lol) hobby? Check all which apply.

□ Lomo
□ Longboarding
□ Moar pectyurs with Dreds (baka magsawa nga lang kayo sa mukha ko)
□ Skateboarding
□ Basketball. Amp, Marky, umuwi ka na nga!
□ Momol. LOL

Love,

Reposting from my email subs. Will post on my events calendar, too.

http://evilwearspink.com/blog/works/

Baka lang gusto nyo i check out. It’s just three pages, though. Di ko pa naso-sort out which ones I would classify as my “works.” Those were old college artics.

Gusto kong mag sign up sa flickr. Some post-birthday gift to myself. Pero pinagiisipan ko pa. Pinagiiiiiiisipan ko pa. :)))

So I woke up with the usual hangover. Amit, Nidhi and I were going about Jupiter street last night, and at 5 am, we were still drinking the last mugs of beer. But that’s not the interesting part. The interesting part, is that I saw my mother sitting on the floor of the kitchen near the refrigerator, with my brother looking down on her curiously. I saw something black in front of her but I kinda thought it’s just one of those post-hangover things lingering on your brain.

I went back to my room. Then I heard the yapping.

That’s right, we have a puppy in the house.

The short-haired black dog with white glove-type patches on the feet, happened to be an annoying wailing thing at a vacant lot at two o’clock in the morning before it became a puppy inside our house. My mother took pity on it after getting exasperated with it finally. I told her that’s prolly the reason why it got dumped in the first place. Asungot kasi.

I look at the puppy and cringe. Someone once told me the concept of pretty looking pets: you have to ensure that you get a cute one if it’s a family pet because chances are, it’s going to survive because it solicits that “awwww” in you, therefore constantly feeding the pet.

This one is just downright ugly.

“Di bale, saglit lang naman eto. Pag umokay na siya, hahanapin ko na yung may ari. Kawawa kasi, e.” My mother defends. She lovingly strokes the little pup and looks at it longingly. Oh, you poor, naive woman. Come here, you.

Well, I can’t blame her. It has been a long time since we last had pets in the house. Generally, my mum disapproves of them because she ends up caring for them, so that kind of discourages my gigil-ang-cute-mo-lumayo-ka-at-iuuwi-kita urges with kittens. But as much as I miss pets running around my feet, I miss good looking pets running around my feet.

“Di ba lalaki yung mga aso sa farm? Sabi ng Papa mo gusto nya ng askal, e. Tamang tama ito, babae.” I can’t help but feel a little guilty of feeling like a pimp. Fresh new girl from probinsya, tamang tama, maraming lalaki sa Maynila na magbabayad para dito. Hahahaha.

I sit down and start typing on the taptap, and the puppy trots over to my feet and slumps down on them. Aww. Fuck. JC, you poor, naive woman, you. I pull the table cloth up and look at her. She peers up at me.

Ugh. Pangit mo.