Hugh Grant in tight pants.. who can resist?!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
The Lost Weekend
Day 1 (Feb. 10, 2007)
Hot Air Balloon Festival
Clark Field, Pampanga
For a change, not hitting the snooze button on my phone seemed like such a great idea. I was up and puttering about by 5:30am, all geared up and pysched to see hot air balloons up in the sky. Outside Kat's house, the air was crisp yet the sun warm. I knew it was going to be such an awesome day.
Bellies full and backs arched in flight, we zinged to Clark Field under such benevolent skies. I felt like I was a kid again -- all giddy in the backseat and ready to jump out as soon as I get to the airfield.
The festival site was packed when we got there. Kat and I managed to make our way to the area where they inflate the balloon. I sure as hell didn't know that it's restricted area. I sooo wanted to ride one! I remembered thinking and wishing if ever have gotten to ride a balloon, a mighty wind will blow it away with me in it to Maldives!
After all that hoopla, Kat showed us around their Calamansi farm. Which was pretty neat because it's tucked beyond the airfield and it used to be a Japanese hideout during the War. There was this bunker.. actually, more of a cave that she showed us. We all wanted to crawl in and see how deep it goes but the guard said there are snakes hanging around. So we just had to content ourselves peeking into its mouth and wondering what lies inside.
Ella had this brilliant idea of picking calamansi for lunch. It was funny because we were all caught up in the picking, we didn't have any plastic bags to put in all that fruit. Beth's little sister, K, managed to find this posh little bag to use as basket. Hahaha! I think I don't mind picking fruit for sideline, methinks. If the sun isn't all that hot and the wind just right, I'm good.
Day 2 (Feb. 11, 2007)
Crystal Beach, Zambales
We hit the beach much later than expected but not with its share of detours. Armed with only a pixelized downloaded map of Crystal Beach and led by Iking, the bat straight out of hell (aka Kat's driver), we flew across dust roads and acres of farmland for a day of sun and surf.
We practically banged down each gas stop for ice. Kat was relentless. You'd think she was a Crusader on a quest for the Holy Grail or something. We practically feefiefofummed along the way.. Always on a look out for ice. We finally hit pay dirt a mere miles from the beach. We hijacked the place out of ice!
Anyway, when we got there, there weren't too many people around. Except for those loco ones who can't seem to stop from caterwauling "My Heart Will Go On."
The beach was amazing. So are the people I was with.
It was one of those days you wished lasted longer. Not because everything was beautiful and idyllic but because we felt invincible. Where the company of good friends is more than enough and when laughter is the only language we spoke.
Hot Air Balloon Festival
Clark Field, Pampanga
For a change, not hitting the snooze button on my phone seemed like such a great idea. I was up and puttering about by 5:30am, all geared up and pysched to see hot air balloons up in the sky. Outside Kat's house, the air was crisp yet the sun warm. I knew it was going to be such an awesome day.
Bellies full and backs arched in flight, we zinged to Clark Field under such benevolent skies. I felt like I was a kid again -- all giddy in the backseat and ready to jump out as soon as I get to the airfield.
The festival site was packed when we got there. Kat and I managed to make our way to the area where they inflate the balloon. I sure as hell didn't know that it's restricted area. I sooo wanted to ride one! I remembered thinking and wishing if ever have gotten to ride a balloon, a mighty wind will blow it away with me in it to Maldives!
After all that hoopla, Kat showed us around their Calamansi farm. Which was pretty neat because it's tucked beyond the airfield and it used to be a Japanese hideout during the War. There was this bunker.. actually, more of a cave that she showed us. We all wanted to crawl in and see how deep it goes but the guard said there are snakes hanging around. So we just had to content ourselves peeking into its mouth and wondering what lies inside.
Ella had this brilliant idea of picking calamansi for lunch. It was funny because we were all caught up in the picking, we didn't have any plastic bags to put in all that fruit. Beth's little sister, K, managed to find this posh little bag to use as basket. Hahaha! I think I don't mind picking fruit for sideline, methinks. If the sun isn't all that hot and the wind just right, I'm good.
Day 2 (Feb. 11, 2007)
Crystal Beach, Zambales
We hit the beach much later than expected but not with its share of detours. Armed with only a pixelized downloaded map of Crystal Beach and led by Iking, the bat straight out of hell (aka Kat's driver), we flew across dust roads and acres of farmland for a day of sun and surf.
We practically banged down each gas stop for ice. Kat was relentless. You'd think she was a Crusader on a quest for the Holy Grail or something. We practically feefiefofummed along the way.. Always on a look out for ice. We finally hit pay dirt a mere miles from the beach. We hijacked the place out of ice!
Anyway, when we got there, there weren't too many people around. Except for those loco ones who can't seem to stop from caterwauling "My Heart Will Go On."
The beach was amazing. So are the people I was with.
It was one of those days you wished lasted longer. Not because everything was beautiful and idyllic but because we felt invincible. Where the company of good friends is more than enough and when laughter is the only language we spoke.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Holy Crap, It's Cold
It must be below freezing in today. Of course, that's a gross exaggeration. But I'm not used to being this cold, you know. And I'm typing this with much difficulty and painful slowness. Even my cup of coffee looks inviting enough to dip my hands in. Fuck, man, it's really cold. And I'm sorry if you live in a climate where 18 degrees is nothing out of the ordinary. We're used to up to a high of 30 degrees in these parts. Anything below 18 to 15 degrees of draft is sorta celebrated.
Though, I do kind of enjoy and not enjoy, walking down the street wearing semi-winter clothes, a scarf, and yes even mittens, both at the same time. One good thing about this freaky weather is, I can get to wear stuff I normally don't wear at all. I got to wear my pink faux-fur lined jacket! (Which I bought, like 5 years ago, and collecting dust in the back of my closet). Well, erm, given under such vexing circumstances, it could be pretty en vogue. And secondly, cold weather is making my skin crack and my bones creak. God, I feel like grandma.
The weather guy says it's gonna get colder in February. Not good at all. So much for summer weather. I kind of miss wearing a skirt already.
Though, I do kind of enjoy and not enjoy, walking down the street wearing semi-winter clothes, a scarf, and yes even mittens, both at the same time. One good thing about this freaky weather is, I can get to wear stuff I normally don't wear at all. I got to wear my pink faux-fur lined jacket! (Which I bought, like 5 years ago, and collecting dust in the back of my closet). Well, erm, given under such vexing circumstances, it could be pretty en vogue. And secondly, cold weather is making my skin crack and my bones creak. God, I feel like grandma.
The weather guy says it's gonna get colder in February. Not good at all. So much for summer weather. I kind of miss wearing a skirt already.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
You are The High Priestess
Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.
The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.
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