Soda Diaries: One Day More

Too many times I was tempted to break this pledge.
Too many times I thirsted for its taste.
Too many times I stood my ground.

Okay. Enough with the drama…
One more night’s sleep and I can drink soda again!
Yahoooooooooo! 🙂

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Future Tense

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Just bought and assembled this 3D puzzle of the Statue of Liberty in New York City. It has LED lights at the base, which makes it so cool.

Anyway, when I saw this I thought to myself: I just had to have this!
Aside from the fact that I love puzzles, I also love that it’s reminiscent of one of my dream travel destinations — New York City.

I want to visit the city that never sleeps because of three major things:
1. Broadway Musicals – I want to see at least one (but if possible, ALL) theater show in Broadway.
2. Gray’s Papaya hotdogs – after seeing the movie, Fools Rush In, where Matthew Perry’s character constantly crave for this hotdog, I can’t help but connect this food to the city. I just got to try one!
3. Times Square – seeing this busy intersection on tv and in pictures really gives me the chills every time. I love the lights, the busyness, and the diverse people. So I plan to take lots and lots of pictures of this one day.

This may be a dream for now but I know one day I will get to see you, New York. Stay as awesome as you are… and wait for me. To the future and New York!

This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Future Tense.

Dimsum Wheel

Taken using Blackberry 9300.

Siomai, Hakaw, Shrimp and Spinach dumpling…
Lunch out with work mates at Crystal Jade, BGC Taguig City.

INTJ

As a friend of mine once said about me:

She goes to night outs, drinks while she still can see straight and dances like there’s no tomorrow, but she is not a party girl.

Yep. If in a party, I party.
There’s no use sulking around and hiding in one corner.
Well, unless I’m not in the mood.

As I’ve said in my About page, I’m extreme.

If I’m in the mood to party, my energy just shots up. I could go all night drinking and dancing in high-heeled shoes and still you won’t hear a complaint out of me. My endless love for music and carbonated (okay, alcoholic!) drinks are to blame for this tireless and sleepless acrobatics.

Try to catch me in a foul mood… and you cannot even bring me to a party in the first place. My introvert mode turns on and no one can really convince me to be with people by that time. (But I’ll still be drinking, alright! LOL)

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However, foul mood or not: if I decide to go to a party, I party.
I mean, you’re already there. Might as well, enjoy yourself. No use acting up.
If my reclusive side is active, I just don’t go to the party. No need to infect other people with your bad vibes, right?

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There are just moments when I need the exhilaration and excitement that a party brings. But also there are times when I need to get away from crowds and happy people. I don’t know. I think I’m bipolar that way.

**This is in response to Daily Prompt: INTJ.

Menagerie

I don’t like animals.
Please don’t hate me because of this.
My dislike for animals is not because I hate them or anything.
It’s just that I’m scared of them.

Actually, this fear is not of animals alone. I’m scared of anything I don’t understand, really.
So this goes with unpredictable situations, people, and well… Animals.

Yes. I know some animals are totally predictable because you can actually train or tame them using these predictabilities. But I don’t understand them still. It’s like I’m constantly trying to decipher what goes on an animal’s head. What makes them bark or purr or attack or react however it is they react.

I am in awe of them. If anything, I have such deep respect for animals that only shows as fear on my side. Plus, an animal’s life is LIFE. Like your life and mine… it is LIFE. So, I am scared of the responsibility that an animal comes with. How can one that don’t understand something be responsible for this something’s life? You know what I mean?

Anyway, our family did have one pet dog.
Probably the one and only animal I will ever have in my life.

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Jigger the couch potato! (Taken using my old Nokia smart phone)

 

The family got Jigger when I was already away for college. So I never really knew him or took care of him. And every time I went home to visit, I spent half the time avoiding him because I was too scared of him.

We lost him two years ago.
I felt sad and a little regret of not having to know him better.
But I am forever grateful and proud to say that I’ve met him.
He’s the only animal I’ve lived with… And probably, the closest thing to a pet I would ever have.

**This post is in response to Daily Prompt: Menagerie.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lunchtime

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Monday lunch out at Zong with a good friend.
Spicy, salted squid and Yang Chow fried rice.
Oh, how food makes one so happy! 🙂

This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Lunchtime.

Knicker Bocker

Knicker Bocker is a famous dessert in Zamboanga City, Philippines.
It is made up of mixed fruits, gelatin, home-made strawberry ice cream and a secret sauce based with milk (I guess).

This was made popular by the local restaurant, Palmeras. Now, different versions of the dessert is ubiquitous in the city. If ever you’re in town, this is definitely a must-try!

Made with Paper

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I’m loving this iPad app called Paper 53!
I even bought a stylus for this.
Cannot get enough of it.

Now if only I knew how to draw…
Epic fail! 😛

Soda Diaries: 15 days to go!

Wow. I am surviving.
15 more days and I can finally get to taste soda again!

Oh, how I missed the carbonated treasures and how its cold bubbles massages its way down my throat. Then finally getting the thirst-quenching feeling and the burp!

Just thinking about it makes me feel all giddy! 🙂

 

Zoom In for Abstract

They say that “a picture paints a thousand words”. And it’s true.
It is amazing how may theories and conclusions one can come up with just by looking at a picture.

But what if that picture is zoomed in or cropped so that the entire picture is not shown?
Like the photo below, for example.

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Can you guess what it is?
Can you still “paint a thousand words”?
Well, maybe one can still come up with theories… but never a conclusion.

This goes the same with life.

Ever heard of the saying “easier said than done”?
Imagine you’re an event of your life as a big picture. And us living it is like a cropped or zoomed version of the big picture. Unlike ourselves, people not directly involved with that event of our lives can see the big picture. Maybe not with the correct conclusions and theories… but they can see it. So advice, opinions and recommendations from these people are easily formulated and given.

But for us not being able to see what they can may have a hard time believing them. For all we see is just the abstraction brought about by the incomplete and pixelized version our limited view has been given.

So, take a step back.
Try to see what others can see — the big picture.
And maybe our abstract life will be a little clearer.

This post is in response to Weekly Writing Challenge: Abstraction.

Phoneography Challenge: My Neighborhood

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This is the street where I grew up in. My childhood home in Zamboanga City, Philippines.

This post is in response to Phoneography Challenge: My Neighborhood .

Erasure

Daily Prompt: Erasure

You have the choice to erase one incident from your past, as though it never happened. What would you erase and why?

Wow. This is a tough one.
I have been thinking about this for a couple of days now.
And I can’t really think of anything from my past that I would want to erase.

I don’t know if it’s because I have grown to live up to my “Forget Regret” mantra or because I have made it a habit to see even the thinnest silver lining or reason as to why everything happened to me.

As for the choices I have made (especially the wrong ones), I may have felt a tiny guilt or regret but in the end, I have learned to live with every single one. And every time I have come to learn or get something out of it.

My emotional outbursts.
My misfortunes.
My bad choices.

Each and every one, I am grateful for.
I’m scared to delete even the most insignificant one, for I fear I may not be who I am and where I am today if it weren’t for it. And I like who and where I am now. Sure, I would like to be better (if not, the best version of my self), but erasing an event in my past is no guarantee I would be. So instead of erasures, I would prefer creations — creating for the future.

Ghostwriter

Daily Prompt: Ghostwriter

If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?

Oh my gosh!
This is a toss-up between Phillipa Gregory and Julian Fellowes.

Phillipa Gregory

From the first lines of “The Other Boleyn Girl”, I was already hooked. So this got me to read her other works. I love how in each novel, Gregory marries historical facts with fiction. And how she tells a scene so vividly that even for a person with slow imagination (like me) can clearly see the details of the story.

I would like that in the telling of my life story. Factual but with imaginative back story details. Truth but with the needed drama.

Julian Fellowes

Fellowes, on the other hand, I became a fan after seeing Downton Abbey. I just loved the show’s concept, the witty lines, and unforced humor. I admire how he is able to share the British history and culture through the show without being to preach-y and boring. I loved the show so much that I started researching for Fellowes’ other works, like his novels. And every time, he showed the same accurate cultural and historical details wrapped with the same witty and fun dialog.

So that won’t be too bad a theme for a biography, right? Accurate minute details with fun retelling of it all.

 

Playlist of the Week

It has been quite a week for our family.

Our grandpa-uncle just passed away.
Although he is the brother of my father’s mother, we called him “uncle” all our lives.
We never met my grandmother, but he filled that role to us.

More than that, he was like the godfather of the entire family.
Our very own Don Vito Corleone.

He was many things to each member of the family.
But what I will remember most about him is how he ALWAYS seem to bring the family together.
Even as we said our final goodbyes to him, I realized that he brought the family back together again.

Uncle was a man full of passions.
One of this passion is music. He sure had taste in music.
So this week, not only did the family got together with overflowing prayers and sympathies for him, but also with overflowing musical dedications.

The top 5 songs playing in this week of mourning were:

  • Moon River by Frank Sinatra
  • What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong
  • I Just Called to Say I Love You by Stevie Wonder
  • After All by Peter Cetera
  • Bye Bye by Mariah Carey

The first three were some of uncle’s favorites.
After All was sung in the interment.
And Bye Bye was a song performed by my sisters and cousins in dedication to him in one of the nights of prayer for him.

Every thing about this week was a mixture of…
… sadness and gratefulness,
… mourning and rejoicing,
… tears and laughter.

But as with all our family gatherings, it was filled with drama, love and music.

Till we meet again, Lolo Uncle!

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This is in response to Daily Prompt: Playlist of the Week.

The Bianca Smile: Deconstructed

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“The Bianca Smile”
— is the trademark smile of our friend, Bianca.
This came to be when we noticed that in all pictures, she has the same smile every time. Though maintaining her pretty countenance, her smile seems to be with rehearsed tension because of the disparity between her eyes and smile. No “sm-eye-zing”, as Tyra Banks would call it.

So I am very happy to be able to capture this rare moment of her not doing the “Bianca Smile.”

Candid. Real. Happy.

Side Note: My friends hate it when I take candid photos of them, which is most of the time. So, Bianca, apologies for this in advance. You’re always pretty. No worries. 🙂
** This is in response to Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction.