sunday morning clubhouse.

sometimes, all it takes for a sunday morning win is a dip in good ol' clubhouse swimming pool.

sundays in tagaytay are always do-whatever-you-want-to-do-with-your-free-time days. we practically have the whole day to ourselves. there's not that much to do in tagaytay so you're bound to either squeeze out some creative juices out of your spontaneous brain or just do some lazy club housing. that one sunday morning, we opted for the latter. and by we, i mean we and gabbie.

i was actually more like a chaperone than a swimming buddy that morning. which worked out perfectly fine for me. i got to take pictures. if not for the scorching heat, it would've been a perfect day.

heat or no-heat, i think gabbie though it still was. a perfect day, that is.

 

gab-and-sab mornings.

sunday morning is just about the laziest i can ever get. and no other place right now makes this all the more conducive than tagaytay! my room there isn't facing the morning sun so my face doesn't get raped by early morning sunlight. and no one is obliged to wake up early. amazing. best deal in the world, if you ask me.

one morning, i woke up to a ruckus outside the house. and apparently, everyone was up and about. meandering in the street. just your everyday morning-family-noise-not-minding-the-neighbors. so i got up, took cy, and meandered away. haha.

gab and sab are just unendingly fascinating. i don't know if that's a normal term of description for children. haha.

gab. she minds the camera. despite being fifteen meters away.

sab's little fingers. amazing.

happy mommy.

happy lala.

happy lolo.

sab looked like she completely didn't mind being bamboozled with hugs and kisses. and being tossed around from one person to another. and yes, i'm not being literal when i said tossing.

the ceremonial sunday-morning taho.

manong taho obliging with our sunday morning ceremonies.

she's in that phase. that i'll-try-my-hand-in-biking phase.

and she's also in that phase. that i'll-suck-my-fingers-for-all-their-worth phase.

*smirk*

quintessential sab look.

i think it goes without saying that i'm not into children. but some are exceptionally exceptions.

4PM love. (04182010)

repost from nini.


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the past couple of days (topped off by today's events) have been pretty brain-heavy. if anything, i feel emotionally weighed down by so many different things. not to mention, people. happy thoughts, where art thou? or better yet, gv come back! but when all else fails, you just have to remember, happiness is a state of mind. so fill your mind with happy thoughts.

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Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be so damn much more
Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for

My head is a box full of nothing
and that's the way I like it
My garden's a secret compartment
and that's the way I like it
Your body's a dream that turns violent
and that's the way I like it
The winter is long in the city
and that's the way I like it

You've got your ball 
You've got your chain 
Tied to me tight tie me up again 
Who's got their claws 
In you my friend 
Into your heart I'll beat again 
Sweet like candy to my soul 
Sweet you rock 
And sweet you roll 
Lost for you I'm so lost for you

But I wish it was me you chose
I wish it was me you chose
I wish it was me you chose
I wish it was me you chose
cause Elvis ain't dead
and you're coming back
cause Elvis ain't dead
and you're coming back

Smiles light up as we walk in
Old conversations begin again
Nostalgia's thick as the August air
It takes us back to a time when we didn't care, we didn't care

Something so deceiving
When you stop believing
Turn me around again
Said we couldn't do it
You know I wanna do it again

Birds singing a song
Old paint is peeling
This is that fresh
That fresh feeling

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Your mother warned you there'd be days like these
Oh but she didn't tell you when the world has brought
You down to your knees that...
I'll be there for you

You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you

The sky it was gold, it was rose,
I was taking sips of it through my nose,
And I wish I could get back there,
Some place back there,
Smiling in the pictures you would take,
Doing crystal myth,
Will lift you up until you break,
It won't stop,
I won't come down, I keep stock,
With a tick tock rhythm and a bump for the drop,
And then I bumped up. I took the hit I was given,
Then I bumped again,
And then I bumped again.

Someday, when my life has passed me by
I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me
One way, in the eyes of a passerby
I'll look around for another try
And'll fade away

And if we get down, we get down with each other.
Rollin' round town with my innercity lover
We could always head back to the covers
Or rock around this town with each other

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Went along many moors
Walked through many doors
The place where I wanna be
Is the place I can call mine
I'm coming closer to you

So now you pour your heart out
You're telling me you're far out
You're not about to lie down for your cause
But you don't pull my strings
'Cos I'm a better man
Moving on to better things

I want you to know you make me happy
I want you to know you make me sad
I want you to know you make me happy
You were the best thing that i ever had...

I'll be words, and you'll be music
I concur, I can't refuse it
You're a sad little tune by yourself
So lovely I wanna sing along
If there's one thing I know I can tell, when we get together we're a song 

Missed the last train home.

Birds pass by to tell me that I'm not alone.
Over pushing myself to finish this part,

sing is in your eye
I can handle a lot,
But one thing I'm miss. 

If you should find you miss the sweet and tender love we used to share.
Just go back to the places where we used to go, and I'll be there
Well, how can I forget you, girl?

You'll never have to ask
I'll give you my sweet grass
I'm gonna mesmerize your ass
Just give me my first chance, it's gonna be the last
I'm gonna make you wanna stay

Secret heart
What are you made of
What are you so afraid of
Could it be
Three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
What's wrong

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.
Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.

One, two, three, four
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless long nights
That is what my youth was for
Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing but they want some more

It feels like time is slowing down
For our secret rendezvous in town
As anticipation beckons I start counting-down the seconds
My heart beats fast but the clock ticks slowly
You could be my one-and-only
As anticipation beckons I've felt the thrill of thirty seconds
Felt the thrill...of thirty seconds

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happy.

tagaytay finally happens. (04172010)

repost from nini.

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after a looooong while, my family finally gets to get a house somewhere relaxing. it's always been a dream for us to get some sort of a rest house some where. of course the perfect scenario would be to get a place along the beach. but that would be a financial nightmare (for me, that is). so some time january, we finally agreed to buy the tagaytay house that's being sold to us for the longest time. my sister and my joint investment. which translates to instantaneous poverty by the way. but then looking at how kick ass the house turned out, i'm thinking, this is most definitely worth it!

easter sunday marked the day. we were to spend the holy week over in tagaytay and fix everything else that needed fixing. that sunday would then be blessing-day.

this could've been three separate pictures. and each would've had their own story.

it's hard when everyone's a boss. i pity he who was being commandeered here.

kuya ben, our family handy-man.

peace out.

my sister was in the mood to go a-cooking that day. prolly cos the kitchen was soooo convenient and enticing to cook in. so she went all martha-stewart on us (a normal thing, by the way). which is perfectly fine by me. it saves me from having to get involved in the kitchen. hahaha. come to think of it, it's been a while since i cooked. i'm sort of not missing it though. haha.

proud cook-er of her roast.

the rest of the day was spent outside, gardening. i'll never get to say that i have a green-thumb. cos god knows every single green living thing i touch will die. i tried, you know. and i proved my theory right. poor plants at our cainta-house. so i didn't even give it a try in this one. and well, they didn't let me anyway. they prolly know the consequence already. soooo, i settled with taking pictures instead. which worked perfect for me!

plants doing some yoga-twisting-shiznit.

then went around inside the house. and tried being all house-photographer.

this carpet was my suggestion! and damn proud of it. shaggy and all asthma-inducing. but i love it nonetheless.

the dining set was fo-sho.

lance found his new home!! my contribution to the house (aside from the big one). he was literally just gathering dust back in cainta. i haven't been to any house parties that much so he hasn't seen that much action. but ever since being brought to tagaytay, he's never rested. i love lance!

this.is.my.bean.bag.

the next day started insanely early. the priest was supposed to come pretty early to start the blessing off. he was after all the show-starter. and well, there were a few other things we had to pick up from the grocery. i, of course, was sleeping. i'm a very useful son that way.

we decided to invite only relatives to the blessing. because everyone else outside that circle would require polite pleasantries. and i think we were all not in the mood for social formalities that weekend. we just wanted to put our slippers on, lay flat on the sofa, and stuff ourselves with non-effort home food.

applying lotion is an event in my family, apparently. it must be done next to each other.

yes, our priest was very priestly-looking. he makes you want to fall on your knees and repent. otherwise, it's a stab in the neck for you. or the heavenly punishments. whichever he's in the mood for.

and yes, he has a following. them boys-in-white.

gabbie wanted her own route.

and here i thought the coin-tossing thing ended with the 90s. i thought wrong. it was fun though. i should've hoarded those lucky coins.

 

there had to be hands behind the clean floors and peeled onions and watered plants (insert other chores).

breakfast was a riot.

and lunch happened a couple of hours later. yes, we're food mongrels that way.

some enchilada.

some beef-thing.

some bulalo-poser.

and so i thought i wouldn't be involved in the kitchen. but then i was tasked for that afternoon's food. i had to come up with some no-brainer. so baked mac it was!

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tagaytay is love. :)