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  • Currently singing to : Meiko's Boys With Girlfriends
  • Currently reading : Michael Crichton's Next
  • next in line : Dork Whore
  • Currently craving : 1. a vacation somewhere where there's sand, sea, and shore. 2. that sinful, orgasm-inducing chocolate cake from Cyma 3. a DVD copy of Ang Lee's 1997 film, The Ice Storm 4. YOU.
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November 28, 2008
posted by Nk. at 5:52 PM

Yep. It strikes at the most unexpected moments.
Like that moment when you've just about drained your Mandrin & Cherry.




So what is love then is it dictated or chosen

Does it sing like the hymns of 1000 years
Or is it just pop emotion
And if it ever was there and it left
Does it mean it was never true
And to exist it must elude
Is that why I think these things of you
~ Indigo Girls| Mystery



More Mandrin & Cherry plz?


And hurry up already, weekandz!

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November 21, 2008
posted by Nk. at 4:03 PM

I have a million different things running in my mind today, most of them so fast they're just a blur. It's weird because I've decided to lie low on the thinking too much part and most of the time I do feel like my mind's been emptied and that nothing seems to fit anymore?

Anyway. Some thoughts, twitter style:

There are Christmas lights and lanterns everywhere but weirdly enough I cannot feel the spirit of Christmas. Yet. Or maybe I'm just waiting for the 13th month pay and parties and booze and shopping and gifts. Yeeeep, there goes my Christmas spirit.

"Everyone wants to be found." I think I ought to watch Lost In Translation again.

Maybe I should have listened to the stylist when he said I ought to not darken my hair. But now it's dark and well, the world is still the same. So who cares, right.

I'd love to be in Tokyo right now. Or in some other exotic place, maybe a name I can't even pronounce. I miss being a stranger in a strange place.

There has to be something I want for Christmas. Oh yeah, that. But I wouldn't hold my breath for it.

Wouldn't it be nice to walk in the rain?

I miss my Holga camera. Poor Boris, locked away in the darkness (and mess) of my closet. I ought to get rolls of film and take him out on a trip soon.

She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water
~ On The Other Side of The World lyrics, KT Tunstall

I should make a list of things I can give to my godchildren. Now if only I can remember their names...

I should catch up with my books. There are several of them waiting ignored and unread beside my bed. About A Boy should be a fascinating read.

Lamp posts are lonely. So are trash bins. One lights our way at night, the other gets the shit we don't want or need anymore. Both under appreciated. (Yes, I've always had a special affinity to inanimate objects like that, thank you.)

"I know why the caged bird sings."

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November 18, 2008
posted by Nk. at 4:40 PM

Because I was (and I repeat, was) in a dark mood lately, I decided to let it show by getting my hair darkened. Yes folks, that girl thing about venting their frustrations over their crowning glory (and their credit cards) yep, I've been there. Recently.

So.

Inspite of the stylist's protestations about turning my brown hair to almost black (because he said it'll make me look darker -- my intentions, exactly), I ended up getting what I wanted (which isn't always the case but that's another story).

Say it looks hot
or I'll slit your throat when you're not looking.



Anyway.


Moving on (because life's a bitch like that).

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November 11, 2008
posted by Nk. at 6:04 PM

Happiness sure is a fleeting thing.


I am terribly sad today, but the happy weekend I had, let me show you it, in photos (because it's *sings* funny how we can feel so much, but we cannot say a word -- tama, kumanta na lang haha):

Friday: @ Tiananmen Bar, Makati with old friends

Saturday: @ Mutiny Bar in Macapagal Ave.
(I must say I loved it there -- must be my mutinous side haha!)

who's drunk? not the ruling class on board!

@ Macapagal with the Revtech boys (and girls)
(Thanks Vince for the photos!)


Sunday: Edri's post-birthday party, Makati

kiss, kiss, kiss



Hopefully tomorrow the universe and I will be friends again. But today, it's pakyu, world. Haha.


Now off I go to my old friend Vodka.

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November 5, 2008
posted by Nk. at 6:22 PM

ice cream!


It's Wednesday, and I am thankful for old friends who keep my feet on the ground, and new friends who I can count the stars -- or in this case, count my blessings with.

I am thankful for Abbondanza Pizzeria Ristorante (naks parang artista lang? haha!) where we ate yesterday for the yummy yummy pizza (and ice cream!) which totally erased any thought of diet or fear of gluttony (not that I'm a religious person anyway haha) from my mind. I'll definitely go back there to stuff my face again yes, yes, yes!

I am thankful for people who know how to listen, and listen well. =)


Also, YAY FOR BARACK OBAMA!!!

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