poveda repreznt!

eh hindi ako goldilocks eh.
ako yung ver HAHAHAH corny!
tama na nga.

ayan ang classic example ng 'greyish pallor' thanks to carl zeiss and his flashy thingy. i swear after that shot, phosphenes abound ngarf

we got stranded sa xocolat because it was raining really hard (see my hair? bad weather=bad hair) pero kebs. i was trying to take a picture of the rain kasi malaki yung patak nya and it was kind of pretty and ugly at the same time.

"iza, i can't capture the rain!" and she goes "... parang lang yan love ..."

i looked at her like she was some strange bruha and handed her the phone para sha na mag picture.
pinicturan si john lloyd. gotta love iza!

then we saw benny and lea and they hopped over, from coffee bean. laugh trip with benny and his "bora circa 97 sounds" hahaha and mistaking celine lopez for precious hipolito + lea's story about her 'avant garde' videographer who wanted to shoot the pre-nup sa bahay na pula in bulacan. heehee.

hay. these guys saved my sanity nung sunday.
after nun, i had to spend 9 hours in my hell with flourescent lighting.


ang buhay, walang kulay :(

ginawa namin sila background :p

last year 'to (obviously).
this was our pre-winter peak getaway.
i don't think we'd get to do a part 2 of this given the sudden developments.

my tag team partner resigned and jojo texted me kanina na there are stuff left undone. i'm on my 2nd day of leave pa lang (day 1 and 2 were waived because no one would dare admit that we are undermanned) and i told her, i'd report for work kung di lang fiesta ni sir frank. so i volunteered to work na lang on sunday.

150+ calls for R, 25 for O, backtracking of 60 IST transactions for Q4 benchmarking, plus the week- and month-end charts and numbers all due at the end of the quarter ... so tuesday night. *himatay*

hell begins on sunday. forgive me if i light up.

visit me sa eastwood, bring me coffee -- in an IV drip. be my salvation!
aida!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIR FRANK!

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na-try mo na trinoma?

si honey hindi pa so binitbit ko dun.


three little pigs sa five cows


i always have fun when i'm with the hipe sisters.
sayang honey is leaving again for singapore next weekend.
kerol, meet up with us!
we'll take happy pictures like this:

honey is eating my shirt hahaha!

and bakya ones like this:


kamote who'd believe that none of us is under 26? hahahaha!

ad astra :-)

"ngayon lang ako nakahinga. pero di kita nakalimutan: gusto ko lang ibalita sa yo na nanalo ako sa miclat, at maraming salamat at nagig bahagi ka nito." :-)

parang kelan lang, nagtutulungan tayo gawin yung poetry homework mo.

congratulations, you deserve it, and hello, given!

see you soon. five cows na 'to! :p

so, sorting

i used to have three bins: yes, no and maybe.

dati, the maybe bin gets filled up pretty fast.
being the pack rat that i am, my separation anxiety sometimes gets the better of me. the history of something -- or someone -- outweighs its/his/her relevance. sometimes even if know i should discard it, i get all sentimental and it goes into the maybe.

not anymore.

it's not about not giving value or what-not, but about realizing and accepting that its season is over and mustering enough courage to cut clean.
'kaythanksbye.

maybe my trash will be reworked and become someone else's treasure.
maybe i'll get inggit and have a why-didn't-i-think-of-that moment.
maybe i'll feel guilty and regret giving it up.

maybe.

the thing is,
the maybe bin is there only to buy me time eh. all things in the maybe bin will be sorted into the yesses and nos anyway, to be sorted further until the maybe bin is empty.

i'm streamlining my sorting.

(inhale.)


yes and no na lang.

the maybes go into the no. baka painful, baka i'll cry, baka i'll feel my insides knot but yung nga, deal na lang. we all know it's not easy -- unless you're made of teflon.
if i'm left with 1 thing in my yes bin, then so be it.
upside is i'll have more room ... not to fill, but space for me to move and dance like the dervish that i am.

so yun, look forward na sa upside :-)
let's get it on.


argh. hold my hand while i hold my breath!

the pair iza likes

these naman are my ligaw shoes. yihee, pasimple. boy and girl walking the pets kunwari pero nag papa-inlove naman hahaa.
crazy, ginawan ng kwento yung shoes :p

one big hanep gig and the 4am adventure

my eardrums have recovered na hahaha.
the last rock gig i went to was the NU rock awards a few years back when candice got me to do aia's face (and she won vocalist of the year yay). anyway, yun.

and in the 12 years we've known each other, kerol and i realized na it's the first time we went out na ganon like with beer and all and when pa i stopped smoking.

hahaha. baptism of fire. rock gig, beer, no yosi. whut?


(pretending to be a yosi and an astray)
nabuhay na lang ako sa cerveza negra and fries.

first time ko din i-watch sina ken. whattafriend ako. ngayon lang. and they're good.
pag close mo eyes mo and you just listen, parang hindi 2 people lang ang nag p-play.


one bogart and jc.

and whattafriend again.
now ko rin lang napanaood ang the haneps. hello. kamote.


vera: allen samson, is that you?
allen: binasted mo ako dati.

wushu. napalitan na ako sa buhay nito eh, palibhasa :p
musician na sha.


dati libre ngayn may TF na hahaha.
so much for committing to being poor forever :p at least kaya nyang sabihin yung last name ko.

and then after the let's bang my eardrums to oblivion, i met up wih kookie whom i havent seen for the longest time din. akala ko kasama si kai (baka kasi malapit na bday kaya awol) :p

so off we went to jay-j's for her vodka cruiser and my bibingka which she made bibingyag bibingcute.

so kwento.chismis.rant.

and on our way back to eastwood ...
"guess what, j*** ... what the fuck is wrong with my car?"

so yun. sa intersection ng ortigas and e rod, the car decided na she's done being a car but would rather be a roadblock.

"stress!"
"i have an emergency stick."

so the two non-smoker's shared a stick. cut us some slack, it was 4 am, we didn't know what to do. buti na ang kookie called her friend who came and picked us up. ngi, kung ako yun, i wouldn't know who to call at 4 am. ako yung tinatawagan ng ganyang oras eh hahaha.
anyhoo...

so what are two girls to do while waiting for salvation?
mag picture!


pissed/peaced & scared i think


pakyu kar!


and the police in camo from across the street who pushed the car to the other side of the road para hindi daw kami makaharang and then let us be.

we both got home naman. basta we've decided to pin the whole thing on j***.
harhar.

this is one of the better finds i scored at the last book fair. while everyone is pre-occupied with the secret, i chose to bury my nose in this book. the buddha knew the secret and has been sharing it to those who chose to listen.
(side-note: honestly, when i watched the video of the secret, i was like, this is it? but i knew this all along hahahaha, only i felt these were cosmic jokes.

ask, answer, receive
.: vera = spoiled child of the universe)


anyway, the six keys are based on the six perfections the buddha taught. these keys are 1) let it go, 2) do no harm, 3) bite your tongue, 4) sweat it out, 5) stick to the point, and 6) get real.

i have the letting go thing down to pat. doing the no harm thing. the real challenge will be biting my tongue. saka na the others.

hay. how does the FOB song go again? dealing weapons in the form of words. yun. eh i'm always locked and loaded. and sometimes i'm surrounded by sitting ducks. KAMON NAMAN!

so. i'm done spring cleaning kasi. i'm sorting na now. heehee.
next week i will celebrate.

celebrate with me!

we love ysabella

because we are bakya.

since the soap started, we've been intrigued with the lasa of Victoria's chicken and God bless the markting genius behind the idea of making it available to the viewing public.




hello, chicken. i love you.

it's like andok's* with crispy skin and there's the hint of sinamak sa end.


*i'm cheap, i love andok's eh. i eat andok's in boracay :p

awake

the past few days have been an awakening of sorts.
leave it to me to turn a blind eye and let everyone i hold dear off the hook.

last tuesday, i caught myself off guard when i started crying while telling jojo my story.

i haven't had coffee and tears in a long time.
of course i wasn't able to tell jojo everything but she got it.

i got berated for not being open, for not giving them any inkling how grave things were.
'wag mo kasi daanin sa biro.'
'wag mong ipinagdadamot sa self mo yung kindness na you freely bestow on others.'

those two things, i can't help. happiness is my social dysfunction; couple that with buddhism and you got me.


i felt kind of sheepish having to be reminded that i have 45,098,245,078 people around me who love me and are willing to listen. for someone as madaldal as i am, i can be pretty mum about the more important stuff.

my drama queen days are over. i'm more like an iron princess.
so fuck you for mistaking me for a courtesan.

:p

i feel useless

i guess i'm just so used with doing so many things, being busy and stuff that being not busy is making me sort of well, sad.

i was so ready to fix my room today but tara was here so nge. bukas.
i hate putting things off pa naman.
i'm scared kasi na if i put something off, knowing my utak, i'll end up forgetting or not wanting to do it at all because the moment of 'wanting to' (parang chinese na profound word 'no?) passed na and i do't really do retro wanting.
once i get over it, finish na. period. heehee.

wait.
i do agains pala.
rarely but it happens.
in my life, agains are pretty powerful. strong enough to make the same -- sometimes stronger -- impact in a different place/time/circumstance.

hay. i think kulang lang ako sa food.

today i made jalapeno and cilantro sour cream cheese quesadilla (na walang picture because we ate it na before i remembred food porning it).

ito na lang.
it's a mommy-daddy pic. go figure :p



extra pa yung shoulder ko sa mirror hahaha
argh! i'm bored!!!

vintage dolphins

filmed in funk-a-vision :p
trying out the old film effect. perfect for tagpi-tagpi videos. wala lang.
pwede na ako gumawa ng sarili kong verison ng the ring ... pero hindi ako sa well lalabas, sa fountain :p

...

too tired to blog.
kerol, our coffee date kanina would've been timely.
i didn't know i needed to talk pala.

need to weed

::: (walang connection but eh hidni ako coherent eh, ba't ba?)
because i'm almost done spring cleaning, my next thing-to-do is plant my own garden BECAUSE (say it with me kerol) we should not wait for someone to bring us flowers :p the last time someone gave me flowers because wala lang (and not because my pet died or because it's balentayms or it's my birthday) was so long ago i think the note that came with it was written in latin. :::

anyway, weeding -- it's a necessary evil. poor weeds don't mean any harm, it's just the way they were wired but for my garden to thrive, i need to uproot them.
it's nothing um, personal. hey if it were up to me, i'd rather the weeds co-exist peacefully with the pretty flowers but nge. so weeding is a have-to-do. those weeds, they can grow wherever they want and live out their purpose but not nga lang in my garden :p

like people.
sometimes, there are people in your life that need to be weeded out. it's not something you enjoy doing, because these are people nga and not unnecesary foliage lang but what will you do? wait for them to choke the life out of you?

i've been thinking about how to (for want of a better word) eliminate the weeds out of my life. some were pretty easy -- as in guiltlessly cutting off ties --- but there've been a couple that were pretty tricky.
weed grew the same time the flower did and magka dr. quack-quack na yung roots nila eh. kamote.
you've no choice but to uproot the flower as well, gingerly separate its roots from the roots of the weed, replant the flower in a pretty plant box and discard the weed to be burned later.

hirap, man. how do you do that without coming off as the cruel , heartless gardener?
you kid na lang tuloy yourself, thinking the weed's opinion should not matter kasi nga weed but that's so againts the gardener's nature. a gardener should be nurturing, making sure that the flowers bloom pero at the same time, killer sha ng weed.

bi-polar much?

hay. i kind of hate have-to-do's. i'm all for duty and responsibility but sometimes, i'm called to do it with clenched jaws and fists.

parehas ng stance ng boxer.
mag kaiba lang yung gloves.

so mag garden na lang talaga ako na naka boxers. ever.