I miss El Nido soooooooooo much waaaaaaaah. Bora and Bohol are no substitutes :(

I miss this...

And this....

And this.... check out the sky yo


Of course, this one also.... Miniloc!


Even the rocks I miss.

Shout out to the past part trois

Listening to Kanye West's Graduation this gray Sunday afternoon.

Flashback to the year of our lord 2005. Second year college and nowhere near sober. I can't remember much but the little that I do remember involved gin, juice, a man, pulutan, pot sessions and a lot of missed classes. I'm not a stickler for dates for about 4 months in that year, a whirlwind happened and I am still recovering.

Fast-forward to this year of our lord 2008. I haven't seen him for 2 or 3 years and I still miss him. So strange that I only have one picture of him.

The usual Green Place suspects.

Shout out to the past part deux

Puerto Galera.

There's a first time for everything and I don't know if I was either lucky or the devil's favorite to have met these people. I'm happy that we still get to catch up with each other's lives once in a while. Those were hard but happy times for me. I think that's when my life really started. I was in 3rd year high school.

Sex, drugs and rock n roll. One word to describe me back then: dugyot or pwede rin kalat.

Dre, Jmon, Karl, I, Jay. Nung payat pa lahat ng tao, di lang ako. Tapat ng Cherry's classic.


Ass wasted in gin and juice. Everybody sitting on everyone. Jay, Dre, Karl, Joel, Jmon and I think that's Marc with the cap and of course, BOY KANO na taga-Englatera talaga


The story of Boy Kano is actually a sad one. But I didn't really listen because I'm a selfish bitch. But the amusing tale is, Boy Kano was sleeping in the beach one night and Jay accidentally stepped on his face. He came looking for Jay but of course, Jay couldn't remember (at that time) if he actually did it. The next day, Boy Kano had that face on.

The other suspects. My uncle, Erik (the bald spirit far left), my aunt Asa, Fitz and Pam. The only two not in the picture are Bad Boy and Bong. This was taken at 9 AM. The party starts after breakfast.


Sunset. Camoi, Jmon, Fitz and I can't make out who the other guy is

What would I give just to relive those 3 or so days? Every-fucking-thing!

Mementos

I was looking through my old stuff. Old boxes where I stuffed old secrets. Interesting... the things I kept through the years and the things I couldn't discard.



Found this in an old wallet. The story I cannot tell because of the illegal nature of the day. I found myself in a stranger's house, tinkering with his PC, inviting myself to a party and then leaving. It was the last time I saw them. I got this ticket for a gig from Maki, he bailed so he gave me the ticket. It was in Freedom Bar. I never went.

Circa my Urbandub days. When the song Gone had a very surreal meaning for me.

My Pandora's Box. This was where I used to hide my shit and supplies. It's empty now except for old prom pictures and empty plastic bags.









My brown notebooks. I have about 10 of those. Where all my real secrets are hidden. I was going through them and I spotted some old phrases and words that I wrote. Of course I can't remember who I wrote them for but I need to remember. Some examples:

your smell intoxicates, leaving me breathless
as i waste life away, motionless
you make me want to surrender, a mind bender
as i wait for the eventual trip ender
my lips reek of your scent
as i slowly approach my descent
what will happen when we meet again
give me a kiss, come in as i leave as i leave my body
circa 2003 high school days


Ahhh... ex-boyfriend's love letters. The story goes, I loved the way he smelled. Gwapo. SO I asked him to spray some on the letters that he sends me. I told myself that as long as the letters still smell like him he still loves me. The letters were sent last 2004. The smell stays but the meaning is long gone.





Share with me your nostalgia.

Shout out to the past

There was a time when I thought I was immortal and that unrequited love meant the world's end.

There was also a time when I thought that the day will never end because I didn't want it to.

He was my hero then, a brother who had my back no matter what. I felt safe with him and I cried when he did.

At Goose Joint. The original Goose Joint.

There was also a time when they were all that I had even if I wasn't that close to them by close standards. I knew who their ladies and chicks were but I didn't know the details. I've been to their homes and they have not, under any circumstance spared me the things that I needed to know in about life and the world and people. Everything they said (at least everything that I can still remember) is only starting to make sense now that it's happening to me.

Jabo (Dugong King), Carive (Ang Lolo) and Marco
I don't have a photo of everybody else

Then there was the time when this was all that mattered:

Of course I had woman friends. Mind you, these are women that only alpha males can handle. They could lead the bourgeoise revolution in this country because of their sheer strength, character and honest vulnerability. My past wouldn't be the way it is if they were not a part of it. In a way, I look up to them. Even if I don't rip it with them like before, I still look for them in other ways when I find myself in an emotional rut that only they could help me out of.

Ms. Bernardino

Camoi and Pam (don't mind the stranger, I can't remember him at all)

I'm missing everyone. Feeling ko asa ibang bansa ako but noooooo, asa bahay padin ako ng nanay ko (paminsan). Baby girl's afraid to grow up.