Enzo bought me a remote control for my DSLR months ago, but I've only used it a couple of times. (The first time was with the cup picture, second with the one of me holding a balloon. See older entries) I only realized recently just how useful it is. I no longer have to run after I press the shutter button from my camera. Thanks a lot, babe! You can actually see me clinging on to it in the first photo here.

So, today, I felt like writing, and not just cause I'm bored. Looking back at the older entries where I used to write, I realized that I'm actually not that bad of a writer, and I ought to get back to it. I feel like I'm rediscovering the old things I used to love-- Photography and words rolled into one. I'm glad I decided to spend the day with myself.

Baby steps, mon amour.

School starts next week, and I am anything and everything far from thrilled. I had such an amazing summer, I don't want it to end just yet.

Allow me to just say the following,

One, STAR TREK = AWESOME. Watched it yesterday with friends, and was completely blown away even though I was never a fan of the series. I am tempted to watch it again in the iMax theatre in MOA. Any takers?
Two, I've lost interest in American Idol ever since Matt Giraud got booted off, but I still catch myself following it on Star World. I cannot believe Kris Allen made it to the finals. Don't get me wrong, I think he's ridiculously good looking, but I feel that Danny Gokey should have been there, especially after his "You are so beautiful" performance. He brought me to tears! I officially don't care anymore who wins American Idol this season, but I believe it's going to be Adam Lambert.
Three, Watching Angels and Demons tomorrow with Enzo and his friends. I'm pretty excited. I've never read the book, but I know I'm going to enjoy this.
Four, I miss my mommy. She's the best person to be everytime I have a fever. I guess this is one of the downsides of living on your own. You can't always have someone take care of you. :( Miss you, mom.
Five, My Macbook is completely pimped out thanks to Tj Pamintuan. He sent me a shitload of awesome wallpapers and icons. Everything is now completely customized.
Six, Went to school a couple of days ago to fix my schedule for next term. I have long breaks again on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I only have one class on Wednesday, two classes on Friday and no class at all on Monday! Let's see how this all turns out.
Seven, Blogroll anyone? Will put mine up soon, but I realized I can only link two people. Unless I can get Tim Serrano to do it too. We'll see.
Eight, Liquor in the front, poker in the rear. Layla Kiener, your brother is crazy. I can't wait til you come back! Hope I get to see you!
Nine, I miss you, Cebu, and all the lovely people you hold in it. Chillin'... Whistlin'... BUMPIN'.... LOUDER!

Signing off now. My headache is getting the better of me. I have to get better. Being sick isn't very fun.

I'm finally back from my little vacation. Hong Kong was amazing. The shopping, food, sights, sounds-- amazing. It was good getting out of the country, even if it was for awhile.


Stayed in a hotel along Nathan Road, which was right across Dior. My mom rolled her eyes at me too many times everytime I attempted to trick her into buying my dream purse. But no, the dream still remains a dream. I managed to convince myself that I am not a bag person anyway. So I basically shopped for clothes. I went to every night market, every discount outlet shop, but I still ended up spending most of my money on H&M, which I know believe is a disease that I am gravely ill of.



And I actually checked out Disneyland... for free! It was amazing. A lot of people kept saying not to expect too much since it's only 1/3 the size of the one in Florida, but I really didn't care. I loved every minute of it and released my inner child. I got to ride Space Mountain for the first time since, last time I was in Disneyland, I did not make the height requirement.


Have you ever heard Mickey Mouse speak in Chinese? I have. It was weird. ...but whatever. It's Mickey Mouse! I couldn't help but take a photo with him.

This is me with Amber, who plays Nala on the Lion King show, and her friend, Steven(?), who plays Simba. We also met up with her friend who plays Scar, but I stupidly forgot to take a photo with him.


Thank you, Chevy Mercado and Amber Thompson, for bringing me and my mom in, and for getting us good seats to the shows. The Lion King show completely blew me away. Chevy as the Hunchback of Notre Dame was great too. I forgot what great pipes that boy has. Thank you also for bringing me out to an Irish Pub the day before. I got a good-drunk feeling from drinking $40 San Miguel beers, which is merely 40PHP back at home. 200PHP difference, WOW.

Will post photos soon on Multiply and Facebook. I actually didn't take much cause I was too busy shopping and trying on different articles of clothing, but I will post whatever I have. And also the dorky "tourist" photos my mom insisted on taking of me.

As of now, I bid Hong Kong goodnite. I will definitely be going back soon. Maybe in a year.

I'm back in Manila, but I'm leaving for Cebu in a couple of hours. I'm starting to get sick of Airplane rides.

I'm not exactly sure what people from other sides of the world do on holy week, but here in the Philippines, it's sort of a big thing. People go to beaches, plan all-out family trips, visit ten different churches, blahhhh. My family used to love doing that, up until everybody decided to get lazy and just stay at home.

What's annoying is, everything is closed--- Every restaurant, mall, and things of the like.

Luckily, I had a very adorable friend that kept from dying of boredom. Meet my nephew, Carlos Raphael.

 

Home for Holy Week. I'm having a wonderful time.

Oh, and I have finally created a Twitter account. I know I am part of way too many social networking sites already, but I just wanted to see what this was going to be like. I don't exactly know how to use it yet, so if anyone is kind enough, please teach meeee. :)

(click click click)

And if you have twitter too, follow me! (I'm not exactly sure what "follow" means either, but I read it in a lot of people's blogs, so...)

I took these photos about a year ago. I find it amazing how I was able to come up with a way to capture color and texture this way. I was definitely driven to create things that were out of the ordinary.

I've been feeling pretty exhausted lately.

There will be no photos of me in this entry. I just want to write.






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Funny though how I can't ever seem to find the words anymore.

Tara is taking a Photography class this semester, and for some odd reason, she uses me for her projects. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I really don't mind having my picture taken.


I love how this photo turned out. It's as though I leaped through time, and landed in the 50's.

Okay, OMG :| To the fans, really? If you ever hear me say anything like that again, feel free to slap me in the face.

So anyway, I got fan mail this week. Yup, you heard it right. Just when I was feeling down and unextraordinary, I get fan mail. Maybe God is starting to love me again.

First one is from Marie Santos. Marie writes,

When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was my laundry. I realized I had no more clean jeans left for school tomorrow, so I made sure I did that first. While doing that, I facebooked and started saving photos from Raleene's party in Fiamma.

Hello, World. Did you miss me?

I've tried anything and everything to escape this blog. I don't exactly know why I keep trying to create new ones elsewhere when I can't seem to write anywhere else but here. So here I am, back to livejournal again. No more tumblr or blogger. This is home.

I just read my last blog on Christmas, and I loved how it went from nostalgic, to sweet, to downright superficial. There is not much consistency in the things I write, but I guess that just shows what a random person I am.

Off topic, but I'm beginning to loathe the word random. And I hate how I catch myself saying it all the time. 

Last blog entry stated how I was sure I wasn't going to get a Macbook for Christmas. Well, guess what, kids? I got it. The new Macbook Pro. It's ridiculously beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that I haven't even given it a name yet. (I like to name my favorite things.) Four finger swipe, Built-in webcam, Slim, Light weight, 17 inch screen, The keyboard lights up (And all the keys work, by the way. My old Toshiba lost all it's arrow keys, and the z button!), Long lasting battery life, 2.3 million pixels, Multi-touch track pad-- Beautiful. Mac even installed all the neccessary programs for me already-- Photoshop, Premier, Microsoft Office. Beautiful, just beautiful! Thank you, Santa Daddy. You are the greatest.

My new schedule this term is much better. I officially have no breaks, and my classes either start at 2:30 in the afternoon or 11:20 in the morning. Sweet. I get tired by the end of the day, but it's definitely much better than finding out ways to fill out five hour breaks in school. Plus, most of my classes are with my beloved boyfriend, and I like how we help each other out. It's much simpler this way.

Speaking of the boyfriend, did I mention I finally brought him over to Cebu for Sinulog? That was awesome. He got to meet all my friends, and my entire family. And he got to see how wonderful my hometown is. Sinulog was crazy this year. Everyone was throwing paint at each other, and I ended up being completely orange. Crazy, crazy fun.

I am enjoying my new Starbucks planner. It keeps me organized, and I really like doodling all over it when I'm half-listening in class. Planners = fun.

I just watched Slumdog Millionaire last weekend, and it is, by far, one of the best movies I have ever seen. I was glued to it, from beginning to end.

More soon. I'm feeling under the weather, and need to get some shut eye. I have a test in WORLITE tomorrow. Whoop dee doo.

I was going through old journal entries, and stumbled upon this.

Christmas takes me back. I go through old photographs and letters, and it gets me thinking... where have all the years gone? It goes by so fast, and we don't even really realize it. I bet that exactly a year from now, I'll remember this exact moment-- Me, sitting in the bathroom, smoking a cigarette, while typing things into this blank textbox, that doesn't seem so blank anymore. And pretty sure I'll still be wondering where the years have gone. It's scary when you think about it.

You know what's even scarier?
Finding out that I wrote this exactly a year ago today, and that I'm still sitting on my bathroom floor, smoking a cigarette, typing things into an empty textbox, and I'm still actually wondering where the years have gone.

I smiled when I read that, truth be told. I like knowing that though everything around us is constantly changing, the little things still remain the same-- like how I still smoke in my bathroom, so my parents don't end up smelling it all over my sheets; How I still order the exact same thing in Ila Puti, a Salpicado and Sola Iced Tea; How I still manage to never find out what my parents are actually getting me for Christmas, they get better at hiding their gifts every year; How I act like a complete grouch when I'm being woken up early on Christmas morning, but my mood instantly turns around the moment I see the kids all excited to get their gifts.

Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. And I don't care how utterly cliche that sounds, cause I think it's completely true. But the holidays are kind of bittersweet for me. I love being home, I love spending time with the kids, and I love seeing my friends again, BUT I am subconsciously counting the days til I can get back in the city, back in the arms of my boyfriend. I miss Enzo a lot, and I don't exactly want to describe how bad I've been feeling cause he's so far away. So I won't. But really, it's been hard. I just want to sleep through this entire vacation, and wake up knowing I can go back already.

On a much lighter note, I doubt my dad will get me a Macbook for Christmas. So far, they've shown no sign of interest. No matter how much I've been trying to push the issue, they still remain stiff about the whole ordeal. And my mom gave me the whole, "Don't expect so much, money's been hard." talk. So, okay. I guess I can say goodbye to my mac. Not that I'm complaining, really. I actually overheard my Dad asking his friend how much a Telephoto Lens for my Canon costs. OOH YAY. ( Okay, I'm beggining like a really spoiled brat. Ugh.)

I've also been going through my closet, and didn't realize til now how much clothes I have. I ought to put the ones I don't use at all in a giant box, and give them away to charity. Yeah, I think I'll do that. That should be my feel-good Christmas thing this year. But I'll only do this if I get a mac or a telephoto lens. Kidding.

Anyway, I'm going to run. I don't want to miss any more Christmas Specials on TV. I love watching those things.

Goodnight. Happy Holidays, from my family to yours. Hope you greedy fools get what you want!

I've been finding it hard to write lately. I'm not sure why, but nothing has been coming to me. I do, however, feel a certain need to write something down. So here I go again with my random thoughts.

1. Style Blogs. I love going through them and getting inspiration from random people. I've actually been wanting to start one of my own, but every time I try to do that, I end up stopping myself. So I've come up with a bunch of reasons why it would be utterly pointless for me make yet another account online.

Reasons why Inez should NOT make a style blog:

One, Inez has been too lazy to actually take pictures of herself. Yes, miracles DO happen.
Two, Inez has too many accounts online. She has THIS journal, multiply, facebook and flickr. I don't think she has enough time on her hands to update, much less make, her style blog.
Three, Inez is not just all about clothes. She also has an insane passion for photography, literature, art, music, photoshop, etc.
Four, If Inez has a nice outfit on, I guess she'll just post it here instead.
Five, Inez doesn't always have nice outfits. She's too lazy, she hardly goes out now, and there are days when she absolutely loves being her usual slobby self... and the whole world does not need to see that. So she doesn't want to end up feeling sad because she has nothing to post in the supposed style blog.

Inez is tired of talking in third person as well. Which is why she would like to move on now.



2. Diane di Prima. "The only war that matters is the war against imagination", "...but I can show you, baby, enough to love to break your heart forever." I've been reading a bunch of her work online. She's incredible. I'd give anything to write like her... and like Beau Sia and Jeffrey McDaniel. Ugh, I feel like they stole all the talent left in the world, leaving none left for me. Poor, poor Inez.

If you feel like reading poetry, here are some of my favorites, in no particular order:
Love, by Beau Sia
The Archipelago of Kisses, by Jeffrey McDaniel
The Quiet World, by Jeffrey McDaniel
Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond, by E.E. Cummings
Tonight I can write the saddest lines, by Pablo Neruda.
I'd like for you to be still, by Pablo Neruda
The Love Poems of Marichiko
The 100% Perfect Girl, by Haruki Murakami. (This is more of a short story than a poem)
Insecure Anticipations, by Jeanne Pfeiffer

Just thought I'd spread some poetry love. :)


3. Photo I am currently in love with.