friends, phones & rooftops.

What a fantastic and interesting weekend.

First off, I got the new iPhone. The last activity my outdated (but much loved) g1 performed was to photograph the shiny & skinny iPhone 4. What a regrettable, yet entirely suitable, ending—

This of course led to a weekend filled with the same position in various locations—head down, eyes focused, with the occasional “huh” when I realized someone was trying to speak to me. It’s a pretty nice phone considering I didn’t have to spend a dime on it [thank you, new job] although it is true what everyone’s saying about dropped calls and lost signals when you hold the phone in a certain position. The irony of this has not been lost on anyone but I still feel inclined to put in my two cents.

Though the design is beautiful why on earth would you create a phone that does everything it’s supposed to as long as you don’t hold it? Better yet, why create one of the most commonly thrown around objects that is most likely going to be used, held and abused on a daily basis out of glass ON BOTH SIDES. I guess aesthetic quality is more important than practicality. But, like I said, not one cent of my own money went into this purchase, so I guess I can’t complain. I do have a shiny purple cover to protect my new little toy so as long as I’m not as clumsy as I usually am I’m guessing the phone will survive a good… year? 6 months? a week? I’ve already dropped it once (thank gulay for the cover) so I’m going to have to be extra, extra careful.

Also on my weekend’s agenda was the wonderful time I spent with my old friend Jono who was in town for the week before jetting off to China to film a documentary [oh the life he leads]. I hadn’t seen him in over 5 years, so it was quite the treat. There was too much done in too few days to really & truly give it credit through words but suffice it to say that there was drinking, dancing, roof top mischief, waiting for the sun to rise, singing, poetry, storytelling and a LOT of catching up. It’s interesting to think that I can spend one thousand, eight hundred, twenty-six days and counting without seeing this crazy, artistic and amazing fellow living on the opposite coast, but within a few seconds of seeing him and getting over that initial shock of oh wowza, we’re actually standing face to face, it’s like no time has passed at all. I actually LOVE when that happens.


I also got to see my lovely ex-roomie, Lara for some dinner, drinks and a little bit of a life catch-up session. She is pretty much the sole reason I moved to New York in the first place, so it’s always great to get a sit down with this crazy, busy and tough little Asian lady.

And now that my weekend of dancing, galavanting and singing throughout the streets of New York and Brooklyn is over, I have to give a great big MALIGAYANG BATI to my wonderful and talented sister, Lorelei. She’s the best friend, cousin, daughter, wife and mother anyone could ever ask for. Mahal na mahal at namimis kita, Ate!

Happy Monday, everyone. ♥


No.thing of Inter.est

Is it really possible that there are only 6.5 days left in June? I feel like 2010 just started yesterday. How did half a year pass by so quickly? This month in and of itself involved so much : moving to Brooklyn, a new job, award shows, moonlighting as a hair model, a trip to LA, skydiving, too many barbecues to count, drinking, dating and everything in between.

Despite the craziness of my schedule and the endless cycle of ups and downs in both my personal and professional life, I feel like I’m always waiting for the next step, the next big plan, the next change… the next anything. I’ve never been too good at reading myself and now I can’t help but wonder : what in the world am I waiting for? I recently finished a great book by Lev Grossman entitled The Magicians in which the title character continuously struggles to find satisfaction and fulfillment even when the happenings of his life unfold exactly as he had yearned for, albeit his ability to actually enjoy it.

I found it so frustrating that this character could have everything in the world he wanted, yet still failed in feeling gratified. As for myself, it’s not that I’m unhappy or dissatisfied—it’s the exact opposite actually—but there’s always this incommunicable desire for something more. Maybe that’s a good thing.

At least it keeps me moving, no?

Unrelated, but I feel like sharing, I did another video. When I was home last weekend I remembered this wonderfully morose song about almost loves that my friend and I did back in university. There was always something so lovely in the melancholy yet simple melody.

On that note… I miss my piano. I think I’ll go play in the park. <3 | 21 june to 5 july

super bad vampire eyes

At the parents for the week and it’s already my last day.

As usual, I’m feeling homesick before I even leave and wishing I had some kind of machine to slow down time, rewind time, stop time… anything to make my visit with my family a little bit longer. It’s been fun (as always) but last night Ab’s and I took it to a whole new level of crazy.

After we got home from my bonta’s wedding (bonta is a term-of-endearment between my best friend and I that emerged from my inability to understand her calling me stupid in Spanish), we decided to drink a massive bottle of jager that I had bought her on Friday. We played a game called take-a-shot-for-every-guy-we-see-jacking-off-on-chat-roulette and suffice it to say that upon looking at the bottle this morning, I’m a bit disgusted with the amount we drank between the two of us especially considering the fact that we’re not exactly beefy girls.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that (I’ve only previously heard of it, last night was the first time I actually decided to play) houses three types of people—perverts (usually of the male species), lesbians and girls drinking and having fun. Abs and I were obviously the first category.

Okidoke… time to make breakfast. Seriously, can someone please invent a time machine? Oooh or a teleporter, because then I wouldn’t need to slow down time, I could pop in any time I wanted.

I’ll leave you with this—Abs and I are a bit obsessed with this song my friend wrote back in university. I can’t wait for August when she visits in New York. Without giving too much a way, we have every intention of creeping out guys with the line super bad vampire eyes. It’s going to be amazing.

yeah, ok.

Umm… I hate boys. Ok, truth. At the moment I hate one boy. Wait, wait…

I’m disappointed by a boy. Yeah, that’s the most accurate statement.

I don’t understand why any guy would feign interest just because we shared a few moments of intimacy. It’s really quite unnecessary. I’m perfectly happy saying goodnight, see you later (or not), thanks for the great time, etc., etc. … the list can really go on and on.

BUT if you decide to create a movie-worthy moment, grab my wrist as I walk away JUST to pull me back to you and say, “Call me… ok?” you should actually want me to call you. And if I call you, you should pick up because—not to be cocky—but it’s rare that I take the time to call someone. Especially when that someone is of the opposite sex and more than just platonic.

OR if you’ve changed your mind, at least have the balls to say so. I promise I’m a big girl and won’t cry over it. I just appreciate honesty. You really could say anything even if it’s as cliché as it’s not you, it’s me. At least it’s something and not a passive-aggressive slap in the face.

How did my rant turn into a letter to every guy who’s ever been a disappointment?

Yeah, ok… now to go hang out with someone else that is obviously less of a douchebag than you.

xoxo (that’s short for f*** you).

** EDIT **
Surprise, surprise… I ran into him last night. Like I didn’t see this coming—we live around the same neighborhood and frequent the same places. I mean I met him at my favorite bar, why not see him a little over a week later at my other regular dive holding the hand of another girl and looking as though he wanted to run for dear life when he realized he was caught.

This is exactly what I’m talking about.

I KNEW we would eventually run into each other and if he had been smart he would have assumed the same thing. WHY put yourself and another person in an awkward position. Hopefully you weren’t a complete douche and cheated on your girlfriend with me (because that would make you lower than pond scum). I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and tell myself that after meeting me you decided she was the better choice in terms of what you needed, wanted, etc. So if that’s the case TELL ME SO. Grow some balls, and say, “I had fun but I think we should leave it at that.”

Great & perfect. I maybe would have been slightly disappointed but wouldn’t have felt like an idiot or that you were a complete jacka**.

$%&! … ok I promise I’ll talk about something positive in my next post but right now I’m so absolutely sick of self-involved and unthinking people.

Thank gulay I’m going home this week. I promise I’ll be back to normal the week next.