This was taken on the day we had to return to Cebu. Already anticipating the next trip.
I am hoping we could make it to Bantayan Island one weekend this December or January. However, I still have the VW 2012 exhibit in Manila next weekend. I did promise my father to go. I would have to miss out on my first Christmas party at the office though.
Oh yeah. I am back to the employed rat race. So far, I seem to like the company I've been hired. Liking the culture and the setup.
And a promise is a promise. definitely going to Manila soon and hopefully Bantayan and then Camotes and a few places in Cebu we haven't gotten around to visit yet.
And here we go again with churches.
Spent Sunday on a tour with Steph. Good thing we opted to hire a driver to take us to the places we wanted to go since it was a Sunday and there wasn't a lot of jeeps that were out and about. If we went backpacking on our own, I'm pretty sure we could have only visited a few churches.
We did miss a few since we got stuck in traffic in Janiuay cause there was a parade of some sort. Hopefully we get to go there the next time we're off to Iloilo. However, I am anticipating a much nearer island visit on our next travel. LOL
My weekend in Iloilo was spent on walking around the city, visiting old churches and graveyards.
I am a person of faith. As questionable as I might seem, I too have faith. I did choose my religion, and I chose to believe, despite the number of times I wanted to give it up.
Despite my reservations with religion, I try to keep my faith.
Often, I light candles to thank for my blessings, sometimes I light them for penance,however I never forget to light a candle for hope. For anyone.
I'm not really the type to like fruity or flowery smelling perfumes. However I do have to admit there are some that are rather appealing. Call it personal choice or whatever reason why something not my usual type is currently what I want.
Scent is something a little odd for me. I like the fact that it's the one thing that triggers memory with more clarity than any of our senses. And of course the frustration of placing a scent to a memory has plagued me too many times.
And there are those moments, when you get a whiff of someone's perfume or cologne and it's just bloody appealing. One hell of an impression.
For me nothing compares to the guy who smelled like bloody strawberries when I was in uni, who also happened to work in the same company as I did a few years back. Despite ending up being friends, the guys still smells like strawberries whenever we meet up. I don't care if his girlfriend gives me the evil eye. He smells like strawberries for crying out loud.
It's been a very long while since I played the guitar.
It has accumulated dust and it's wire loosened, now produce an ungodly sound.
I remember the first time I played the guitar. I asked my father for an acoustic guitar as a birthday gift when I was on my first year in high school.
The moment I got it, I practiced after homework, after dinner, during weekends. Playing my heart out, needing to learn how to play the instrument.
When I deemed I could at least play the guitar, with weeks after weeks of practice, I found out both my parents know how to play the guitar. They had fun watching me practice, get frustrated, sort of have a tiff with my own guitar like it was sentient.
Parents, I wouldn't even start to try and understand them.
Friendship is a box of candy sprinkled brownies.
This is a reminder of a typical night of talking, drinking, more talking, ranting, then more talking, then getting pissed off, then reading, insert a bit of work, and reading love stories in bouts of self-proclaimed break from work.
Thanks Lane. =)
My current key holder reminds me of the sunflowers on Plants vs Zombie game.
I understand why it's an addictive game. LOL I did spend a few hours playing the game. However, because I seem to have the attention span of a goldfich, I never even finished the game.
Rather spend hours playing better RTS games, however since I have CTS...well, let's just say I can't play them as much as I want to these days.
My sister and I had numerous slippers that ended up this way. Partially chewed off. Which is actually better than the new trend where Tinker would remove the rubber stoppers on the strap.
It would still look "pretty" but utterly useless.
So yes, I walk around the house with an imperfect pair of slippers, walk Rebel using a pair of strappy sandals with some of the straps frayed off due to the monsters chewing on them.
Dinner with my mother's side of the family is often eventful and a little more festive.
Seeing the Christmas decor on my aunt's house reminded me that Christmas is almost upon us. As much as a like the holiday, I am still a fan of New Year more. Thus I tend to be home with family on the New Year rather than during Christmas.
However this year might be different. I would probably be home this December. I have my fingers crossed on getting weekend offs or having no work on the holidays. But there is little chance of that...but I still hope.
After traveling from Cebu, we went to our grandfather's wake immediately and got home pretty late...more like early morning of the next day.
Therefore it was a relief when we finally went home to rest. As much fun it was too meet up with family and friends, I needed my bed in a bad way.
Got my old room back, complete with the glow-in-the-dark stars and planets. LOL
Right now, it's time for me to say good night as well or good morning. My mom is going to kill me that I'm still up.
My grandfather's wake was attended most and prepared by the family he abandoned.
Despite the presence of people who I wish never existed...well...I can't have everything can I?
I'm happy to see family that I have not seen in the longest time.
This is one of the reason why I hate coming home. I have to gear up for battle. My family has more drama than shit I see on the telly.
It seems his death is only a beginning. There is a war I plan for us to win.
Sometimes I look at this scarecrow (and its pair) and they give me the creeps.Sometimes they do look like simple figures with a drawn smile on them, which in itself is scary for me...other times they remind me of that movie, the harvesting of some monster.
I know. Sounds like my imagination is running away from me again.
Speaking of drawn smiles, I think a lot of people have them. I can't say I don't. I definitely do.
It's a reflection of how people in general are just...scared that we even compartmentalize our own smiles. Freaky. Yes.
See them laying there all pretty? Only when they're asking for something. Conniving brats!
This is the monsters waiting for dinner.
This is the typical occurrence at home. Both monsters would play after eating, before eating, before their walk, after their walk...every bloody waking moment unless they are sleeping.
As much as my mother would like to have more decor in our apartment, living with these two monsters makes it not possible.
Breakfast food for dinner.
Maybe it might be an odd thing to have for supper or I could be one of those people who like eating what one usually have for breakfast during lunch or dinner.
I could be. But another factor would be because I've been working on night shift most of my adult life.
What we would normally call our lunch time would be around 12 midnight or 2 in the morning. So my first meal of the day is always called breakfast, which is normally around dinner time.
Now that I am not working, I still like having breakfast food during normal dinner time. And it seems, if I get in, my new job would still be on the night shift.
Which is a good thing. I'm more functional at night as long as I wasn't in a marathon the whole day. LOL
Wish me luck!
Sometimes the monsters would actually stay still for a few minutes (bliss) and just watch everyone.
Tinker has a habit of lying down on the landing and watch us or Rebel in the living room.
I remember the second time my parents met him. They were able to get in the apartment but couldn't get past the stairs. Tinker was barking like crazy, which woke me up (and not my phone ringing when my father called me to help out).
Tinker was a few weeks with us then, and he was still slightly underweight for his age. Pretty damn proud he would protect our home despite being small and even though it was my parents he was barking at.
This is Rebel and my sister negotiating on Rebel's night walk. He's trying to convince her that it's no longer raining and it's safe to take him outside.
I started wearing glasses when I was in uni. My friends from high school teased me a lot cause I was more geeky when we were in high school than I was in college.
However, I have accepted the fact that the requirement to wearing them was due to reading too much when I was younger specially when it got dark or under low lighting. (ehem) even now it seems. LOL
It's funny, how people would make certain assumptions just cause I wear them. Often it baffles me how some would think I could easily be convinced or influenced. Sure, I like reading and video games and pc games and animation...that influx of information does not equate to naivete.
It's just not a lot make that correlation and just assumes I'm an idiot. I don't think I help to elevate that impression since I am never good at beginnings.
But I have to admit often it's just so fun to prove them wrong.
The monsters in the living room. Pensively waiting for their night walk. This was taken right after they had their dinner and they know they're going for a walk after.
I am not a good trainer for our dogs, I do not have the patience to be very good at it. However, I am thankful that despite Tinker's phobia and issues with strangers and kids, he's good at guarding the house. I just can't walk him like we do with Rebel.
I have to take him out at night when everyone's asleep least he chases after people or anyone on a bike. My buddy is turning out to be rather strong and heavy.
We don't go to the main road. He's afraid of cars.
He runs and walks around the small dirt road in our apartment and plays with the small dogs on the neighborhood despite the fact that they hate him.
This is why i hate my neighbors. Hypocrites and a bunch of abusive assholes. No. I have not and have no plans to forgive that guy who threw a firecracker at my dog, just cause he thought Tinker was the stray dog who tries to bite him every time he walks by. You are the reason my dog has a phobia sad the reason he's rabid with strangers.
One night in jail was not enough in my book.
I am forever thankful that Tinker isn't into taking out his frustrations on shoes. My sneakers and flats are safe.
Although he does have a tendency to use my shoes as pillows.
This is Tinker-is-busy mode, which is just fine for me. No, taking my clothes from the closet to use as a mat, no stealing my blanket, my slippers are safe from being chew toys. This is why I do invest to get him extra large edible chew toys. I am running out of slippers.
My family is addicted to nuts I think. It's part of a default list for groceries. I am however more inclined to Nagaraya. Yes. I know. So freaking over-rated. However, the darn commercial might be right...can't stop once you pop. LOL
Rebel at Jollibee Parkmall: after walking from the apartment to the mall for dinner with my sister. He really really likes long walks but hates crowds. Now to get Tinker trained and have his phobia fixed, dog walks would be perfect. Well, if cats don't roam the streets would actually be more perfect.
This is a photo of a bag of pandesal from Budong's Bakery. I like eating them when they're still hot. My sister likes them, and both monsters do as well. I try to buy a bag whenever I get the chance to pass by their bakery. However, there's no branch near the apartment. *sigh*
The usually turn up in my room after lunch...since my room is at the back of the apartment and not much sun comes in. And added the fact that they liked the AC or the electric fan turned on.
Went to visit the queen on October 31st and got a Halloween goody for the exam as well as another exam coming up. Queens, what can I say?
Colored pencils...well more eye makeup than the ones used for art class. However, considering art, the application and the materials for makeup are considered art or the subject for art.
Rebel intent on finishing off the chew toy before Tinker wakes up.
Sneaky sneaky husky.
My friend Steph and her sister Loraine during Parkmall's Halloween Cosplay event. Didn't really take photos of anyone else that day...was too wired and the crowd was giving me the cooties...however, I did enjoy watching people in costume walking by our table.
