photo credit: cotaro70s

So this dint come from my camera, it’s some random picture from Flickr. Using Photodropper, a Wordpress plugin, anyone can attach random pictures into their posts by just keying in keywords. Please Google Photodropper or maybe i’ll update the link later. I’m antok.

photo credit: ComputerHotline

I found a dead butterfly today, some huge brown furry thing which I suppose used to fly because it has wings. Mimi asked my mom to eat it and my mom told her, “Why don’t you eat it yourself?”

Mimi cried. I laughed.

We placed the dead butterfly inside an Olay Total Effects box with a see-through plastic front. Mimi said it’s the butterfly’s coffin. Ang korni ng mga bata shet.

Mom said Justine would need dead butterflies in the future so we are keeping the Olay box for her.

photo credit: teclasorg

I need 1 terabyte of like this. Yaaay im enjoying this Photodropper plugin.

photo credit: bahoolala

That’s it.

Malapit na kitang makita ulit. Maliligo ako ng maigi mamaya’t maghihilod ng mabuti. Mabuti na yung handa. Handa ka na ba? Eh kung honda ka naman, eh di kotse ka…

So I kind of (re)relaunched this blog in Multiply because I got inspired to work on a new header.

This is PNG so the white thing is gonna show against the dark background. Nagmamagaling lang.

Today I bought a new phone. It’s a basic basic nokia for SUN since M is pinas and we’re gonna need a cheap way to do phone sex calls. My sister Mimi, who is 3, thought it was her phone. She was asking me all afternoon if the phone is fully charged already so she can show it off to john roi. Aparantly, nginudngod siya ni john roi kanina sa floor so na divert yung attention ni mimi towards her fresh bukol. Poor Mimi. I should get her an iPhone 3G instead.

So as soon as i finished work with Jochen today I started packing up to go to M’s dad’s funeral in the south. I packed a lot of stuff and I forgot to ask M if it’s appropriate to dress up and arrive with the gayest manbag full of outfits enough for New York Fashion Week. Parati kong nakakalimutang hindi ako si Lauren Conrad.

Matutulog nako. I’m baduy, staying up late kahit may byahe pa. Shit.

I just hate receiving updates in Multiply (emails called BACN, spam-ish but not really spam) because the updates are epal. I can’t believe I added all those cunts and jerks. I should get rid of them soon.

But hey, I approved another request today. So in the next few days I will be receiving updates from that person, on his/her fabulous coffee sessions with call center friends or new pictures of their dreadful havaianas. shit i’d kill you all if i could.

Wala lang I just had to do this post to prove to marc that I’m a sipag blogger. Ahihihihi.

Btw Miss Venezuela won Miss Universe! Yeah im days late pero I downloaded kasi the TV cap so pwede kong ulit-ulitin. Ikaw, pwede?

I’d really love it when people start reading my blogs again. Sigh.

Ok, I think I’m done with TV, susunod BIG SCREEN naman. Panawagan kay Raya Martin, pwede akong maging talent.

Ansakit ng tyan ko lately eh.

Nakakabagot magsimula ulit. Andyan yung f’ed up yung admin area ng wordpress installation mo, nawala na nga yung dati mong posts at ultimo google eh hindi ka man lang matulungang maalala yung dati mong posts. Andyan yung wala kang mapiling magandang theme para sa blog kasi gamit na ng bilyun bilyong bloggers yung gusto mo. Tapos meron pang mga taong nagba blog en Anglais habang mas masahol pa sa hinubad na sapatos yung posts nila. Wala namang masama sa paggamit ng ingles, in fact I use it all the time. Ingles nga ako magisip eh. Like right now I’m thinking of jumping straight to bed and dream of sleeping in Baguio and not here in the hot and humid lowlands. Pero kamon naman bitches, kung di kaya, wag na. Wag na noh, wag na. Ahahahahahaa. Wag ka na! Yakkk.

Pero ang totoo niyan kaya ako nagtutumagalog eh dahil marami akong kliyenteng tinataguan. At ayokong nalalaman nila yung personal na buhay ko sa pamamagitan ng blog na to. Alam kasi nila to eh, so nabibisita nila, tapos sa kalagitnaan ng mga project bigla biglang nagtatanong, “So you’re a photographer now!” Mukamo, antagal na kaya (LOL kahit na lang last year lang nagkacamera)!

Pag trabaho, trabaho. Pag chika, chika! Unless taasan niyo ang per project rate ko, go, kukwento ko lahat lahat lahat ultimo kulay ng ihi ko.

So ang plano, magpopost ako ng poetry dito on a daily basis. Pero naisip ko, pano na lang yung mga magnanakaw ng hardwork ng may hardwork? Eh di tuwang tuwa na lang sila? Sasabihin nila sa sarili nila, “Yikes may maipopost na naman ako sa profile ko at iki claim kong gawa ko to nyahahahaha” Eh di mukamo mo naman dba? Yup there’s this thing called copyright, pero pag nanakaw na at nabasa na yung akda mo ng ibang tao at na-associate na yung akda sa utak ng mambabasa bilang likha ng iba at hindi iyo, naku, patay tayo jan. Wala na, wala. So ewan, magpopost pa rin ako pero humanda kang magnanakaw ka ang baduy mo.

Pang 108th ko na tong simula sa pagba blog. Ganun na lang yata ang ipapauso ko. The return of the comeback of the return of the no return no exchange policy. Lagot ka niyan sa DTI bakla.

I miss you Y. I know you can’t afford the expensive call rates in Kyoto right now and you’re too busy buying yourself Japanese things and it’s alright, I’m busy blogging too, you know (huh?).

I remember that day when party-girl, soul-sister Y and I went to a demolition site somewhere in the outskirts of Baguio. It was a rainy, gloomy day but because it was an era of brave campus journalists who would skip their classes just to get to where the news is happening, we were there faster than, er, a fastfood chain (Y and I skipped one of our writing classes where we didn’t have seatmates or friends anyway, they were all fugly geeks).

Y, who was small and quick and lesbian, got out of the cab first and ran towards the group of people watching the demolition scene.

“Lesbyanang ‘to, iniwan talaga ako, magpayong ka,” I said, because it was raining and I was wearing an expensive dry-clean-only velvet jacket (campus journalists can be fashionable too, you know). I joined Y after paying the taxi guy.

They were an Ibaloi community, believed in ancestral domains and measured their properties in plain as-far-as-the-eye-can-see statements, no papers and no legal stuff whatsoever. One of the old people, who claimed he was one of the elders (hahaha lolo obvious naman eh), told us that the government is asking them to leave the something-hectare piece of land where their houses were already built, because it is “public property” or something. And the government people wanted them to leave right away, on that day. Kaloka.

I took pictures while Y interviewed more people including the military men-with-big-guns.

One of them gave us a What-The-Feck-Are-You-Doing-Here look and another one just stared at me, or at my jacket maybe.

“Sir, pa-interview,” Y approached Mr. WhatYaLookinAt,Tomboy?

“Ay wag ako, dun, dun kayo,” Mr. WhatYaLookinAt,NiceJacketThough shooed us, pointed at, a lesbian engineer.

To speed things up, Y interviewed lesbian-engineer, we heard gun shots, nobody died, I took more pictures, asked Y to take pictures of me against the demolished houses, yadah yadah,

This post is not all about the demolition anyway (please visit Bulatlat.com or any advocacy sites if you want to read shit like that). It should be about Y and how I miss her sooo much.

So because there were no cabs or jeepneys or magic broomsticks that time, we had no other choice than to walk. Hungry and exhausted I asked Y if we could stop and sit somewhere. So we found this mini grocer and we decided to buy cola and biscuits and I even wondered if we could papak sardines because the cans, all light green with fish figures in the labels, looked inviting. Y wondered if we could ask the manang to cook the dried fish in Extra Virgin Olive Oil, hanging on chicken wire and have it with gin-tubig (Y is allergic to gin-pomelo, she gets all red and giggly).

What I like about being with Y is that we never ran out of what-ifs. We loved to use the phrase “Pano kaya…” that anyone who’d hear us would think we’re lunatic Jessa Zaragoza fans.

“Pano kaya kung bilhin natin lahat ng laman ng store na to noh?” I said.

“Eh pano kaya kung umuuwi na tayo kasi may class pa tayo ng 5.” - Y

While passing by the posh houses of South Drive during one of our regular walks, Y would say, “Pano kaya kung sunugin natin lahat ng mga tang**ang bahay na yan?”

“Well be sure the owners are inside cuz I’m sure right now they’re all in Aspen on a ski trip. Pano kaya kung mag-file tayo ng LOA bukas, hindi ako nakapag-drop eh.”

Y automatically answered, “Ok.”

I miss Y soo much. Pano kaya kung hindi na lang siya umalis?

I have made a previous post on Y here