Ballerina in Black

Kuya Gian celebrated his 20th birthday yesterday. We dined with the Peraltas in Zamboanga, a restaurant which embraces Filipino heritage. It's located in Malate, Manila. Every 8:30 PM, they entertain their diners with their cultural show.

Thanks to the management of Zamboanga for the complimentary cake

After dinner...

What's a birthday celebration without few celebratory drinks, right?

Happy Mother's Day

Mommy might not have been able to arrive in time for Mom's Day, but I'm most definite that she would remember how we celebrated it after her return from her week-long stay in Seoul last monday morning.

Happy Mother's Day to your dearest moms, friends :)

Light as a Feather

Sky Blue has struck me as the color that speaks of something that's akin to be surreal. The element of dreams and the mysteries that come with it inspired me to wear sky blue in a birthday party that I attended. I was feeling lightheaded, this time fortunately not because of alcohol, and heavenly. Little by little, every crease on my cloth of a life is straightening up on its own. Sooner than I expected, I've started untangling myself from the twisted cords that I've brought upon myself.

with my brothers Gio and Gian

Thanks to Alissa Peralta for the pictures

It's summer time and I'm supposed to be posting almost daily but my system can't seem to cooperate. Either my internet crashed or I'm too lazy to transfer and edit photos. Or, blame it to the scorching summer heat. Whatever the reason may be, I'm going to post the pictures from the past two months that I've collected one of these days or weeks or months, whichever will suit my fancy. 

Anyhoo, before I go on with my story of what happened earlier this day, I'm going to leave with you this photo.

I didn't have my camera with me that time and so I settled for the sucky image from my phone. I'm waiting for the pictures from others to be uploaded and then I'm going to share with you why I happened to wear this bejeweled Sky Blue dress.

On to today's story. For the nth time, I found myself amazed at how fast my younger brother can do his shopping. He asked me to accompany him to the mall earlier this morning because he needed my opinion on what to buy. Time was of the essence since we were only hours before the event inwhich he would wear what we went to the mall for. It was such a hurry trip to the mall you see. So was I even more amazed at how fast he finished - 1 hour tops! 

Another camera phone picture.

All Over North

Another Photo Documentary.

If you want to do it, all you have to do is do it

I got the results of my check up last week regarding the painful throbbing in my abdomen. It turns out, I do not have ulcer or anything at all, my muscles were just tensed and that I need rest. Perhaps it's because of all those Capoeira classes that I'm taking. At least I'm happy that I do not have any complicated problems internally.

Look at what I found:

Orange Dance Studio's recital

 This was taken while I was on the stage, dancing. I wonder, why do I look so lost?

My mommy saw these pictures and she was like, "Anak, you look radiant in these. Very sunny pa"

 I thought, 'parang oo nga no!' Whatever you can find in my face there, you can't find it now. In fact, I want to wear a mask whenever I go out just to hide my forehead. To whom shall I blame the sudden outburst of pimples on my forehead? Pimples, please please, go away!!! :(

Define the BEST. Define FOREVER.

Let this be the longest friend file that I will ever make.

High School became the pivotal point of my life. I held my belief that I am the captain of my own ship, that no one can navigate the steering wheel for me. Same belief was applied to choosing my friends. I would not sugarcoat just to make my friends appear like they're the friends our parents would want us to have, because they're a little more and a little less than that. I have to admit, a lot of people have told me that I could do better in choosing whom I want to share my time with. And all the time, I would just tell them, I think I have already chosen the best. Yes, they don't push me to study harder nor do they tell me to do my homeworks but at least they don't ask me to stop from doing an assignment if I want to. When it comes to grades, we let each other be. Do as you please, I say. Our bond was rooted from our same love for risky adventures. The type that can send us straight to the principal's or the discipline chair's office if ever caught. How often did we find ourselves looking for these adventures, you may ask? Every single day of our 4 years in school.

The most prominent figure that pop in my mind when High School is being talked about is TRIBO. (Click here if you want to see the quick run down of my High School life.) Our first few months in 1st year has clearly defined who we are and who we want to be with. You see way back in 1st year, in a class of around 37, there were only 2 groups: one which is composed of 12 girls and the other which was, let's just say, against the first. We were young and so we were impulsive. All we ever thought of was how we could have fun, regardless if it was at someone else's expense. We didn't care if our adviser hated us, even after she divided the class into three as Angel, Middle and Devil and sent majority of us into the Devil side. We didn't care even if teachers started noticing our group, reprimanding us to their hearts' content. We didn't even care if the higher batches see us outside the classrooms, when the rest of our classmates were inside. Plainly told, we did not care.

 

In 2nd year, we were separated into 3 different sections. And by then, EJ Velasquez has left and transferred to another school. Though she was sorely missed, the mischief wasn't deterred. The principal, Sr. Marissa, had memorized not just our faces but also our names. We were, as she put it, frequent customers of her office. We decided to continue doing some of the things that we have done before, only to a more devious story: gallivanting around the campus instead of hearing mass during the Marian Vigil and 'buying' books from the annual book fair. These have been proclaimed as traditions. It was also in 2nd year when we put our make-teachers-mad antics to a higher level. We called it 'cutting of TV wire' ;)

 

Pretty sure, Jerone was planning to do something to Kushali again. Hmm

3rd year was EPIC! Though Charlene Dacara had to transfer to another school and another member left, the atrocity and the mischievousness doubled. It was, I'm sure, the best year ever.

While Jer, Riva, Vary and Gel distract these people in charge of the bookfair, others do what they have to do ;)

Then came 4th year. Compared to 3rd year, we were already tame this year.

In some days, we would be absent altogether.

Ms. Froilan - our discipline chairman and also the only teacher who loved us so much! She's my favorite too

College is proving to be a challenge. Not because we don't have the time to meet with each other anymore but because we can't seem to resist the call of cutting classes just to be with each other. Habits die hard. And so are the cool kids ;) these are the latest pictures of TRIBO:

 I never claimed to have 'good' friends. But I can say I got myself a bunch of crazy but sweet friends who are always ready to leave anything behind at my beck and call. (I know you'll be seeing this. I love you, guys!) :)