1. iPhone 4s. Because I refuse to drop a buttload of money on the iPhone 5.
2. Mac Book Air. Because i love apple. :)
3. Naomi Shoes. Because my shoe size is 4 and a half i need this thing to be customized. I ordered already from Fabshoes Manila. Hopefully will be delivered this week. I hate my feet for being so small that sometime i had to get kid size.
4. Corset. Because i know i would look sexy on it.
5. Nikkor 50mm 1.4g. My long time wish and because i want it so badly.
6. BB Cream. For the fake beauty
7. Collar Necklace. I have one already but i want more. :)

I am confronted by a very complicated and subtle idea in which I always get defeated called love. Whoever created the word is not very sure enough of its exact meaning. See? I bet you are also surrounded by the mysteries of this word. My goodness! This is defined according to experience, and oftentimes, re-defined by age. And generally, most especially for teenagers, they'd say love is a great feeling always associated with hugs and kisses. Shallow minded, inexperienced people are doomed to cry when they see the other side of being in love. So beware.

Having been in love since then is a great walk of experience for me. I have seen the joy and pains within its circle, but more importantly, it has contributed much in making me grow maturely apart from what I learned from school. My partner, whom I am greatly in love with, is what I call love. Undoubtedly, my life has been so dependent for what we share together. Though, I know it isn't perfect, yet it is the best. We learn from each other so much, view love in a constructive way rather than seeing it as just there for us to hug and kiss, cuddle and roll, and in the end..World or word war!!! Well kissing and cuddling, hugging, and rolling we do..can't deny that. It is expected and obvious...word war? hmmmm..sometimes.. but we manage to avoid it.
Oh, what's more besides intimacy? aaaahhhh... don't.... wanna...go....further:) Be responsible and make your love grow!!!

"Oh damn! Where's my wallet? I think I placed it in my closet....ta...ta..ta...la...la...la...la... Well, it's not there! I should find it elsewhere then."  When I was just getting pissed, since I couldn't think of where my wallet is, I jumped into my bed, leaned my back against the wall  and fell asleep hoping I could recall where it is. And when I wake up, it must be somewhere in the room, though.

What is there in my wallet to look for? Well, a lot stuffs are there just like perhaps the same stuffs you keep in your own. My identification cards, ATM cards, and mostly the face that makes my day :)) Never mind the money in there, for I have plenty and countless hahaha! But why should I look for it when I know they are replaceable? Simple, the value or worth of having it is beyond material.. it is sentimental. Got it? So, I woke up after an hour, slid my feet to reach some pair of slippers underneath my bed, then kicked something below. Curiously, I bended to see what was that, It was my wallet! Great job! Happy, happy I was!!! Thereafter, I told myself to be mindful next time.

My story doesn't end there yet. I realized that what is there to look for in this life is very broad statement, and there are few things I can respond about this question making it more specific for everyone to easily understand what I mean. But don't be too overwhelmed..just relax and enjoy this one, ayt?

"Achievement".. Something that one has accomplished with all efforts and skill, and if he/she gets lucky, gets recognized for the hard work. Most people get contented after accomplishing one challenge while some are not. Some are greedy of success, while others are well complacent being the average. So either any of which, we aren't excused from the question. We may ignore the answer for now, yet hell no way you can escape from the question because one or the other is who we are.
The better question is "what do you expect yourself to do after this achievement?"

"Contentment".. This is the state of being satisfied for what you have. It is very unnatural and unbelievable for someone to say that he is contented of who he/she is and what he/she has. Reality check:  We are always one step head of ourselves. We think of tomorrow while we are living today. We are scared, or if not, worried that is why we work hard to create visions of our future. You are not human if you deny this truth in any form :)

"Happiness".. The emotional state of being happy associated with pleasure, joy and contentment. What is there to look for when you are happy? I say, "eternal happiness." I know I am happy and smiling, but I also know that I can't be happy at all times. We don't have one emotion alone, but it is always our choice to be happy. Question is, can we all endure pain and mange to smile while getting severely hurt?


What is there really to look forward to when you are already successful, rich and famous, and happy?
Remember, we always want "MORE."

I've read an article about high school life aka the adolescence stage. Most people would agree if i say it's one of the best stage. There were crushes, love letters, 24/7 call and text, and of course the puppy love. But mine? I didn’t like my high school. And i am thinking that writing about my horrible high school experiences would be fun (I remember a handful; selective amnesia FTW). I never got around to doing it because those years pretty much sucked BIG TIME for me and why blog about that kind of stuff when I could write about my current awesomeness, amirite? My life would make a pretty okay coming-of-age film, really (B-movie kind of thing). Anyway, I’m thinking a series of entries about my years at SMALL TOWN HIGH would be interesting. Or would at least make you feel sorry for me? Or hate me more.


A few things y’all need to know first:

    I was ugly.
    I wasn’t popular.
    I wasn’t friendly.
    I wasn’t well-liked.
    I didn’t like going to class.
    I liked them boyz.
    Them boyz didn’t like me back.
    I changed best friends like I changed my school shoes.
    I yelled a lot.
    I was always looking for approval. From mah peerz.

Lord, I wanna give Kim High School a huge hug. Thank goodness for college (and having the best time of my life) and growth and moving to the city and blogs and love and trees and vodka. And good genes. Now before any of you start sniggering at me and thinking “LOL KIM WATTA LEWZER”, let me remind you of my kewtness:



So.

I didn’t like my high school and my high school didn’t like me. No love lost, I’m still awesome. Stay tuned for stories! Maybe they aren’t as horrible as I remember them and maybe they turn out to be pretty lame but please, I ask of you: do not throw tomatoes at me.

The short version: Took a photo.
The long version:
I slept early the night before my birthday, when i woke up i got 5 missed calls from unknown number and about 10 birthday greetings. Like any other passed birthdays, i tend to forget that this one is a special day. I was slightly grumbling about having to work but since i had no plans I'd rather stay in the office and hear my office mates clapping their hands while shouting "pizza! pizza!" (It is very common. Believe me).

BB Photo Dump

I found these on my office table. I was expecting something like this. But thank you, whoever you are.

So I spent the day chatting with random people on Facebook, replying to birthday tweets, thinking about my age, thinking about the rest of my life, thinking about ice cream, thinking about cake, googling about senior citizen life insurance, and thinking where to get wasted.

Forgive me if i will not blog about what happened after shift. It's a story of shame.
Here are some pictures thanks to Eve.
































Happy birthday to me. I hope you guys have a good day or night. Tell the universe Kim demanded it so.

This made my day! Six out of twenty-three from my wishlist.

So i am turning 23 tomorrow and I am feeling… the age.
Someone asked me "How old are you?" I answered and then she chided "When i was 23, i already had my first child."

I am old enough to have a baby this year.

("Uh-oh," my friend goes.)

I must admit: It’s a little frightening. For reasons I no longer remember that are too stupid and embarrassing to share. These are the unimportant things that send me into little fits of internal panic. How very unnecessary.

Now as much as I would like to expound on this fear and talk about my feelings! my emotions! mah h0pez & mah dreamz!, I’d rather take the ditzy route and list down a bunch of crap I feel I would need “to give meaning to my 23 years of existence”

The list (23 for 23):
1. Leica
2. Nikkor AF-S 500mm f/4G
3. A dog
4. Two or three (or more!) new pairs of shoes
5. Gummy bears
6. Mac Book
7. Car
8. Flowers
9. Chocolates and Cake!
10. Comforter
11. Kero Keropi
12. Long straight wig
13. Photo Studio
14. Plane ticket to Hongkong
15. Kitchen Showcase
16. Second Job
17. All songs of Maroon 5 in my ipad
18. BB cream
19. Fake lashes
20. BIG closet
21. Contact lenses in all shades
22. Collar necklace
23. My Johnloyd

Next year, I propose that I drink every day for the entire month of November.

Old woman

I used to look forward to turning a year older.…All right all right, I will tell you why: once upon a time, there was this guy. He was 10 years older — not to bore you with old drama — he made me feel inadequate for being young(er). That whole thing with guy didn’t work out (obviously and thank gawd). People (myself, included) tend to glorify or romanticize birthdays, the way they do New Year’s: a time for changing! A time to re-assess who you are and what you want to be! A time to set new goals and check what you have achieved in the past year, five years, decade. I’m simply not in the mood. Today, tonight, and like many of the past Birthdays — I would rather drink.

I barely got any sleep last night and I woke up feeling less than stellar at 730am. People who know me know that I usually don’t wake up before 9 in the morning. I carried on as usual: wake up, stare at my ceiling light, shower, coffee, internet. I felt that familiar icky feeling when you lack sleep. I just hoped that the days leading up to my 23th birthday wouldn’t be spent like so.These past few weeks i woke up at 5am, a friend of mine told me it's a sign of aging. (seriously??)

Oh beautiful Sunset

Its Brazil Holiday today! I’m taking a quick break from work to go through my drafts.
I don’t even deserve a break considering I’ve mainly been faffing around online instead of ticking off stuff on today’s to-do list.

Anyway, here’s my overdue post about the part 2 trip in Ilocos Norte - Pagudpud.
It took us 4 hours to get there (from vigan). We left Vigan around 12nn. We were informed that there are no buses heading straight to Pagudpud so we had no choice but to take a bus to Laoag and another ordinary bus to Pagudpud. It was a looooooong drive but I would do it all over again. The view from the bus was breathtaking. It was nice to take a break, get out of the city and its hulking concrete and metal buildings, and be surrounded by nature. I wanted to take off the bus each time i see a good landscape. Picture Perfect! We were rolling in the edges of the philippines with the view of the beautiful China sea.





At 4pm we arrived in Pagudpud, hungry for food.

Mr. Wonderful, thank you for this photo. ^^

The sand is not as white and fine as what they have it Boracay. For me, Pagudpud is like Puerto Gallera only with lesser people and establishments.

I woke up from my nap around 9pm (it was so tempting to sleep. Cold weather is bed weather). Unsurprisingly, after a few minutes i slept again. :)) I woke up with a knot in my stomach at 11pm. STARVING!!!

We jumped off the bed and stepped outside to get something to eat. Man, it was soooo quite and DARK. All we can hear was the sounds of the crickets, the stupid dog barking and the waves. Scary. It didn't stop us from walking. Little did i know the door was closed and the keys were left inside. Stupid, right? Can you blame me? I was so hungry i don't care about the keys or whatsoever. So, the next question was, How the hell did we get inside the room again? It was funny and scary at the same time.  We were still lucky because the owner of the (small) hotel lives in the neighborhood. No doorbell, no nothing so i screamed good Lord they opened the door for us. We were told that the restaurant closes as early as 9:30PM. OH boy. Fortunately, i bought a sachet of Nescafe. I am so smart.

 The caffeine kept us awake so we spent the rest of the night chatting in the balcony.
  The light is extraordinary, diffuse and warm in hue and I remember a friend of mine rambling on about ‘magic hour’, a time of day that photographers adore.

Day 3 is the last day in the North and as expected, none of us wanted to leave.We took a quick view of  Bangui Windmill. Man, this thing is HUGE. Its beyond my expectation. really.

HUGE monster wind mill

Light House

Bags waiting for the bus

 We dreaded the long bus ride home and having to go back to hot and noisy Manila aka REALITY. But all good things must come to an end and we tried to squeeze in as much as we could in the few hours we had.

I am three days late from blogging about my trip to Ilocos. Forgive me readers (if i have. lolz) Well, well well im pretty sure the boyfriend reads my blog and i thank him for being my number 1 f♥n. The truth is i was busy sleeping. For good 3 days i finally get enough sleep. I've missed my bed. :)

Lets get it started!

We left Manila around 8pm and arrived in Laoag at 9. It was a short flight. The initial plan was to get a bus to pagudpud but we were late because the last trip was 9pm and we will have to travel 15-30 minutes from Laoag International Airport to the bus station. Instead of spending the night in Laoag we headed to Vigan. Thankfully, we didn't have to wait for Partas bus to leave because we were the last passengers thus getting the back seat. For Php165, uncomfortably freezing and shaking we arrived in Vigan at 11 pm. Internet is right, it was 2 hours bus ride, damn longer than our flight.

I had very little knowledge of Vigan prior to this trip; all I knew was that it was going to be fun and that there were these old houses I had to see.

Calle Crisologo at 11 something PM. Scary right?

Vigan is/was incredible! These houses felt like i were back from the late 16th century. The time when the Spaniards ruled the country, brought the Christian religion and were responsible for  a lot of colonial and religious buildings throughout the country.

Except from traveling, photography and blogging i am also fond of history. This is why i loved this place. Amazing place! It was good to know that the government of Ilocos had this place preserved.

Horse drawn carriage AKA kalesa

Legacy superclub

Believe it or not it was my first time riding kalesa. :) It was....shaky and we were consistently moving. What do i expect? Lols

I have always preferred going to the beach for vacations but I think I’m going to have to change the way I do things now that I’ve been to Vigan.





Pictures! Here and here and here and under the cut!

The Bell Tower

Beautiful, right?

Just Perfect

 

Day 1.

The mango something :) heh

The place is nice they have couch and not the normal chair you'll find in some clubs. They have sexy fire dancers. Oh man! I wish i know how to do fire dancing.

not this one

gay.

We were tipsy and the rain had gotten considerably stronger but that didn’t keep us from heading to Club Paraw. Its a club literary in front of the beach. The place was crowded when we got there, it was probably 1 or 2am. We ordered the glowing Vodka Tonic.We got drunk and on our way to our hotel we stripped and skinny dipping in the dark. FUN.

Day 2. Casa Fiesta

I’ll blog about the trip (though not in detail because really, what we mostly did was drink, eat and relax) in the coming days as I have a nice amount of things to do at work. Part of me is glad to be back in Manila but a BIGGER part of me is still wishing I were back in Boracay, hanging out and dancing at clubs in the beach with a tequilla and skinny dipping in the dark, not thinking about anything but how nice it is to be there.

These past few days i was feeling so lazy, lazy to do anything except drinking. Yes drinking! Ive been drinking a lot and this isnt good. The innocent young girl turned into an alcoholic lazy woman. Oh boy!

I have so much to do but so little time. My trip to Boracay is just four days away i'll be lying if i say i am not excited but at least i have something to look forward to.

I have nothing to write about. really. I got a lot of things running in my head but i could not put into words.
I suck in writing.

I want to focus on positive thoughts. From July to August i could say it was indeed a downhill month for me. A broken heart, low performance in my career, too much procrastinating, basically just waking up and waiting for the day to end. I remember about me suggesting to my bestfriend about thinking good thoughts;happy thoughts. I need that now but somehow i could still feel that paralyzing feeling.

I should stop being emotional about everything.

Kapag ngumiti ka na ng konti, nag-ayos ng konti pagkakamalan ka nang malandi. Hindi pangseryosohang relasyon. Marinig lang nila na malakas kang mag! sa! lita, palengkera ka na. T.O. kagad sa kanila iyon. Mahilig silang tumingin sa mga babaeng sexy manamit, kulang nalang makita na kaluluwa. Pero kapag babaeng seryosohin at gustong ligawan dapat disente, dapat mala-anghel ang mukha, dapat mukhang inosente. Tapos kami pa raw ang mahilig mamili?

Like the first thing i learned in programming classes "Hello World"