Another Year Older

I am 26

Dammit I am

The last 25 years of my life was a roller coaster. I had ups & downs and all things in between. I became an aunt at 25. I randomly booked a ticket for somewhere at 25 and a lot of things I can’t tell for fear of people finding out. (Yes, it’s that juicy.)

I have so much to be greatful, so much really. So since this is my page, I am entitled to a speech so no complaints from you readers, got it?

I thank my family for all the support they’ve given me. They turn a blind eye to my endeavours since I insist on doing things my way but when I stumble, they pick me up without even saying “We told you so.” I know they want to, I can see it in their eyes. I really appreciate them for that. Thanks guys for letting me discover the world, both good & bad, in my own shoes.

I thank all the friends I have, for the old ones for still sticking it through with me. Yes we’re now a busy bunch and living in our own worlds but your there when I need you and so will I when you do. For the new ones, I look forward to a lifetime of friendship that solidifies through the years, this I am very excited.

To  Buddy my baby dog. Love you langga! Even if you can’t get inside the house now cause we have baby D, I really appreciate your being patient with that. I promise we’ll have more walks around the village, we both need it anyway.

To Ryan, the last 5 years were the most amazing years of my life with you around. We both have grown to be someone, that as you wanted, our parents and families can certainly be proud of. Everything that we’ve gone through, may it be the toughest situation or the happiest moment, was all beautiful because we did it together. As our own song for each other says, you are the love of my life.

To God, for everything, everything and everything, thank you, with all my heart. I am blessed.

I look forward to what 26 has to offer me. New career, watching D grow, more playful days with Buddy, more bonding time with my family, old love/new love, a GE license (please God…), more friends, its endless. All this I experience and welcome with happiness and gratitude.

And for all those turning 26 this year, happy birthday to us!

I’ll still declare 25 though, teehee!!

What a photo says

I owe Iris 2 tags already. The first never got published, t’was about unimportant stuff that makes me happy. practically everything i have, which is a few, is important so i ran out of items or stuff to add to my list and until now that blog sits in my drafts.

This tag thing is fun so for this second one, I’m really gonna have a total go at it. This will be really posted, watch me.

Here are the rules:

1. Open your first photo folder.
2. Scroll down to the 10th photo.
3. Post that photo and story on your blog.
4. Tag five {or more} friends to do the same.

Simple? Yes it is. I openned the first folder of the first folder under My Pictures (does subfolder counts?). Yes, I’m organized like that, i assign, tag, order files & stuff so this photo was in the first subfolder on the first folder under… you already know what i’m talking about.

Without further delay, here’s my 10th photo:

One of the old rich families in Silay City, Bacolod, their home has now been donated to the government and is currently a museum. I recommend you visit this place in Silay.

 Last Oct. 1, I went on a trip to Bacolod, I was suppose to write about it but my procrastinating self took over, so that post never happened. On the day that I arrived, my good friend V took me to this beautiful ancestral home which is now a museum. It’s the Jalandoni Residence. Silay City has lots of well preserved spanish houses, and mind you, these are Casas del Buena Familias or houses of the rich families. This one in pasticular is located near the Silay Plaza where, way back in spanish urban planning, only the Illustrados can build their homes near churches and plazas (parks). They must be filthy rich back then. The house still has a lot of the original furnitures, kitchen utensils, the piano from germany, a harp, an old phone, etc. I even got to play on the piano, which is now worth millions of dollars. Yes, DOLLARS. It’s that old and its that good a piano. Another thing, its in this house that, for the first time, i saw an old style chest refrigerator or the ancestor of the modern fridge, its more of a cooler really. Its entirely made of wood. Back then, ice is delivered everyday to these homes for the amount of 5 pesos (i’m not sure if that’s the daily, weekly or monthly rate). These ice is shipped all the way from the US, remember, that’s DAILY. From the 5 pesos back then, if you convert how much that old rate is equivalent now, it’ll be about 10,000 pesos. Imagine buying ice with that rate? I’d get me more shoes with that!

Bacolod is truly a beauty to visit and i’m glad i did. A worthwhile trip and i couldn’t get enough of it. Someday, I will definitely return.

So who would be my next 5 victims? I have just the perfect peeps in mind and i know you’ll be entertained with what they have to post too.

Jan – my cousins a photographer, band vocalist for Tiger Pussy and an artist. I’m pretty sure, with all the beautiful shots she’s taken with her even more beautiful camera, you’ll be amazed with the story behind it.

Karla – sooo in love with Gossip Girl, my conservative traveling friend. Her travels are captured in lense and they are an amazing one at that.

Mikes – devoted to God & his agents, show em some of those fancy pics of you efren!

Aryani - the drama in her shots, this you gotta see…

Teh Dwytie – I have always been jealous of that camera of his, unlike mine, it doesn’t have a mind of it’s own. It’s not one of them SLRs but man are the effects amazing! He should be able to share one for us. Go Teh Dwytie!!

Dean, Din-Din, Dayne, Yadin, DOLOR!

 

To my sister for braving the roads to motherhood

To her hubby for always being there for her

To our families for all the support both emotionally, financially and all else in between.

To my beloved auntie Day who keeps insisting that my sister breastfeeds and giving her pointers on it and to all our aunts & uncles who went there, including cousins

To my loved mama who braved the storm and took the night trip to Cebu, i’m really amazed at how she was able to make Dean stop crying right then and there. Moms really know what’s best.

To Dean Castielle, our new angel, the journey will have its ups & downs, highs & lows but your aunt’s equally excited.

Welcome to the world!

 

our angel Castielle

 

 

 

 

 

Social Networking Necessity

I got Facebook, a passive Friendster account i seldom visit, Multiply for my business contacts and picture archives, this blogsite and uhm.. yeah that’s pretty much it. Time and again i have contemplated on doing a social network suicide, no I have no plans of killing myself, just my social networking accounts. You would ask why, when everyone who knows how to use the net practically has one or two accounts up, would i want mine closed. Honestly, as much as i would love to stay connected to everyone since that’s how you “keep in touch” now a days, social networking sites make you so vulnerable and open to being preyed upon. Maybe that’s what i dont want, to be someone’s subject of scrutiny. I’m no one shameless, if you are on my facebook network, notice how i hardly update my status message.

I got nothing against people who are on any of these sites (hello, i own one remember?!). This is just more of a realization on my part that when i put my account in there, i become everyone’s property. My pictures are available for everyone to see. My thoughts, entered in text is subject to everone’s opinion and other people’s thoughts could either be directed to you or not. That’s the modern way of bashing someone else, your status message, pathetic isn’t it?

I openned Twitter some time ago, after a few days of being in it, i realized it’s too narcissistic for my taste. I committed a Twitter suicide. Sad cause i started to follow Anne Curtis, Pia Guanio, Ed Westwick and some of my fave stars but other than that, i pretty much have no use for it. Not even Perez Hilton’s hollywood bashing could keep me stuck in Twitter.

Now i’m thinking of the same thing for my FB account, should i or shouldn’t I? Its taking up most of my unproductive time making me more uproductive. Another thing, FB has a built in chat capacity where no one even wants to chat with you (useless). Notice how people prefer to leave their messages on comments rather than just hit on online chat and they could just start there? Well maybe they are useful to some for some people and not for others. For me, mostly it’s not.

I’ll leave my FB account alone, it’s useful too in a way. Social networking is the new way of keeping in touch nowadays, it should stay where it is. Maybe i can update status every now & then, load pictures in my Multiply account and post trashy blogs here still. At least with separate accounts, my information is not just stored in one place, its scattered all over the world wide web keeping me open & mysterious at the same time. I like it like that.

If there’s no one to trust, post a blog..

It’s really depressing to stand alone, no one you can turn to, no one you can truly trust. What’s more depressing is when you think there is really someone that you can spill your heart out but then them bitches dont care. I know that, truly know that. You see I’m very picky with friends. I have problems trusting people, not that anyone cares, really, but there are more people out there eager to rub salt on your wound when all you ask them to do is kiss it to make the pain go away. Well i also got me a few very trusty girlies that are truly close to my heart and would mix up heaven and hell for me. I tell you, these are true bitches, shameless yet dignified. When i tell you that you can trust them, hell burn me up if i tell you i’m lying. Whatever the situation is, they dont sugarcoat things, they say it straight up. No pretense, no icing. But when i need their love, by all means they give it. I appreciate these friends, appreciate that they dont pretend around me and that there is no need for me to pretend around them. But for those who arent, they dont even seem worth it. You know who you are.