Kampai, Katipunan.
towards the evening that day i was kind of losing enthusiasm to go, but in the end i was glad i came, monroe was great. yay. record na kase so i can take your EPs to london, hahaha.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
July 19, 2008 : Monroe at AMP - Rites of Passage
Kampai, Katipunan.
towards the evening that day i was kind of losing enthusiasm to go, but in the end i was glad i came, monroe was great. yay. record na kase so i can take your EPs to london, hahaha.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
NICOLE KRAUSS / The History of Love
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. When they were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed her for the first time. When they were thirteen they got into a fight and for three weeks they didn't talk. When they were fifteen she showed him the scar on her left breast.
Their love was a secret they told no one. He promised her he would never love another girl as long as he lived. What if I die? she asked. Even then, he said. For her sixteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and together they learned the words. What's this? he'd ask, tracing his index finger around her ankle, and she'd look up. And this? he'd ask, kissing her elbow. Elbow! What kind of word is that? and then he'd lick it, making her giggle. What about this? he asked, touching the soft skin behind her ear. I don't know, she said, turning off the flashlight and rolling over, with a sigh, onto her back.
When they were seventeen they made love for the first time, on a bed of straw in a shed. Later -- when things happened that they could never have imagined -- she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?
(sigh someone please help me find the black hardcover edition of this book.)
Their love was a secret they told no one. He promised her he would never love another girl as long as he lived. What if I die? she asked. Even then, he said. For her sixteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and together they learned the words. What's this? he'd ask, tracing his index finger around her ankle, and she'd look up. And this? he'd ask, kissing her elbow. Elbow! What kind of word is that? and then he'd lick it, making her giggle. What about this? he asked, touching the soft skin behind her ear. I don't know, she said, turning off the flashlight and rolling over, with a sigh, onto her back.
When they were seventeen they made love for the first time, on a bed of straw in a shed. Later -- when things happened that they could never have imagined -- she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?
(sigh someone please help me find the black hardcover edition of this book.)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
July 12, 2008 : ZHGMES Back-to-School Drive
as usual, kids own. but i really struggled with the camera on this day because the automatic settings were always overexposed and it was hard to toggle for manual. some photos are either oozing pathetic-attempt-at-saving-on-photoshop or blur or like really weird colors. sorry meggie :(
photos starting from the van leaving (which i was in) are jarro's or whoever else's. hahah.
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