Thursday, March 22, 2012

Cloud Catalog #38.


I LOVE YOU THOMMMMMMMM

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Cloud Catalog #37.

Hello Nay. Naaalala pa rin kita araw-araw. Kanina habang naglalakad ako pabalik ng opisina, naalala ko nu'ng sinamahan kita sa Orthopedic, sa may Banawe, kasi nadulas ka at namaga ang buong braso mo. Hindi ako pumasok ng trabaho at magkasama tayo buong umaga. Nang matapos ang check-up mo, sabi ko gusto ko ng champorado. Kaya dumaan tayo ng Tapa King. Tas kumain tayo sa Reyes Barbecue. Nagkuwentuhan. Napadami ang kain. Napahaba ang usapan. Ang init. Ang init sa labas kaya hindi muna tayo umuwi. Hindi ko malimutan ang araw na yun. Ang linaw pa rin sa alaala ko. Ang saya natin nu'n e. Kahit may benda ang braso mo. Kahit may mga problema tayo. Kasama kita e, kaya ayos na yun sa 'kin.

Cloud Catalog #36.

Awh. They're all so cute.

Cloud Catalog #35.

Thoughts from last night:

(1) Hate the "no photography" rule so much (my phone's camera is crap)

(2) The T-shirt design is okay, but too pricey for its worth

(3) Love love love one of the front acts, Encounters with a Yeti

(4) Bouncers are evil

(5) Half-hearted about the stage set-up

(6) Stage lighting was horrible

(7) Love love love Toe's drummer

(8) Basically I love every one of them - they all look hot when they start to play their instruments

(9) One of the guitarists spoke to the audience and we didn't understand a thing

(10) I would have loved to take pictures to share the experience, but hell - see #1

(11) Turns out some people in the audience care about song titles. Wtf.

(12) MINDBLOWWINNGGGG. EVERYTHING IS AMAZZZINNNG. INVISIBLE FIREWORKS. EXPLODE EXPLODE.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Cloud Catalog #34.

I guess there's no turning back now. It's really happening. I fidget as I wait.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Cloud Catalog #33.


1988. Viva Hate. The hair that launched a thousand -----?

Cloud Catalog #32.

Moz-Marr is my Lennon-McCartney.

Cloud Catalog #31.

Can't help it, sorry.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Cloud Catalog #30.

The Smiths Setlist Free Trade Hall, Manchester, England 1986, The Queen Is Dead Tour


I wasn't even born yet.

Cloud Catalog #29.

Bihirang bihira mag-formal si J pero naka-formal siya ngayon nang fatale. Kasal ba namin? Ba't hindi ako naabisuhan? I should have worn my best! Char. Pero seriously, ang cute niya ngayon. Huhuhu baka may date sila ng bufra niya huhu /suicidelol

Cloud Catalog #28.

As my literary boyfriend once said, "I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." There you go.

Cloud Catalog #27.

the bomb the bomb the bomb the bomb

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Cloud Catalog #26.

Thank you for helping me get by, Century Tuna. Welcome to KAHIRAPAN 101. Gosh, ang seksi ko na kaka-tuna. Superbod na, ganyan. Kitaniyonaman.

Cloud Catalog #25.

Cloud Catalog #24.

I show up at work and do nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.

Lagot.

Cloud Catalog #23.

Moz got milk.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Cloud Catalog #22.

Ang pogi ni ma'am!

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Cloud Catalog #21.

Didn't go to work today so I managed to catch some episodes of Entourage on ETC and golly, Jeremy Piven is batshit crazy.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Cloud Catalog #20.

Weird that there's Internet here at the wake. Close family members have arrived. Some neighbors. Other people I don't know. My nieces and nephews are here. Some relatives are playing cards. I accompany my sister to Dangwa and buy flowers, peanuts, bread, whatnot. In a way everything feels normal, like nothing unfortunate has happened, but the void is felt by everyone, the coffin in front of us making it evident. I take a peek at my mom's face. She looks different. I wonder why dead people look different. I look at her again, then I look away again to fight back tears. I know I told her before how much I love her, but why is it that nothing is ever enough? Why does it feel like I have let her down?

Cloud Catalog #19.


Smile a while. forget the bile, and watch it all come down.

Nay, I hope you are okay wherever you are now. I love you, I miss you.