A light when all other lights go out!

11/28/2013 (ed. note: bakya ako mag-translate from Visayan to English. and mali-mali pa. my apologies in advance. ^_^) early today, i went to the Supreme Court of the Philippines to process some documents for a lawyer family friend. it was pretty uneventful, nothing basically happened, but i did remember a conversation i had with my housemates related to my going: having just arrived at the apartment, i entered to find my housemates in the sala. tatay* and lotis were seated at a table while mafel was moving around in the kitchen, apparently taking care of some dishes. lotis told me there was mail for me. i guessed it was the Power of Attorney document my brother was sending me for an errand he wanted me to run. i started to open the envelope of the letter. "sus, ito talaga ang hinihintay ko, cor! hindi pa talaga ako umuwi para marinig ko ang letter," tatay cracked, as if the letter were a love note from a secret admirer. i rolled my eyes at the good-natured ribbing...

oh, i remember what i used to be like before. when i used to start my day by listening to his album and end it by doing the same. :)

(ed. note: parts of the conversation were in Visayan but i don't know how to translate it to Tagalog so English nalang. and warning: it gets savage in the end. ^_^) 11/26/2013 i was walking home with pitchie along street sidewalks that lead to our apartment when she suggested that we cook spaghetti when we arrive home. "te cor, let's cook spaghetti when we get home," pitchie said. i reminded pitchie that lotis, her older sister, would have brought home or prepared food for her. "why? lotis will have food for you," i said. "but she didn't let me know in advance. she usually does. so she probably does not have food for me tonight," she explained. "sure she does," i said. "no, she doesn't," pitchie replied. "she does." "she doesn't, so let's cook spaghetti." "let's cook spaghetti this weekend nalang," i suggested. "no," she remonstrated, "no food...

remember this guy? he needed a selfie. ^_^

what sir chief said in response to his daughter Nikki, who said she couldn't accept someone who had once been a nanny as her daddy's wife and her mother: "...it wasn't Maya's fault that she wasn't born as privileged as you..." i heard it as i passed by the tv. :)

so while looking for a job, i accidentally found myself in another one. i have recently taken up...modelling! hahaha! my housemate, pitchie, has decided to start a business selling clothes online. originally, they told mai to model the clothes but at the time of asking mai wanted to sleep so they drafted me to do it instead. before i could make any real protest, they slipped a dress over my head and hustled me over to the blank, white wall of our living room where they immediately got an iPad and started taking shots. see, it was all very professional, hahaha! so i put my hand on my waist, and they arranged my hair to fall on my back so as not to obscure the dresses in any way, slipped bracelets on my wrist and directed me to pose front, back and sideways. they gave directions: relax your shoulders! move to the right! now, left! turn around! another pose! hahaha! langhiya tong mga to. and then: ok, that's a wrap! model, pack everything up! langya. well, there went my 15...