Getting tangled up in ribbons--

 When I like something, I like it real bad.

My addiction to mobile photography knows no bounds! So when Hipstamatic announced that they would be opening the Hipstasmart vault for a limited time, I hastily purchased every single retired pak that was available. My fingers proceeded to do a chorus of tapping: Buy Pak--Downloading--Mine--Scroll--Tap--Buy Pak--Downloading--Mine--Scroll... Buyer's remorse? Ha! Not an ounce of guilt.

Backstage stories with Rescue A Hero.

Sleepless days and early morning MRI schedules.

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Simple and Clean

 Turn your face towards the sun, and the shadows fall behind you.

 Something I haven't done in ages-- self-portraits. 

And yes, something new-- the ombre hair!

(more after the jump)

Love Child

No, I am not a fashion blogger, nor do I try to be.

But I do own an online clothing store: Simplé

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Our love child is alive again! I feel giddy with excitement; the kind where in a seven year old would during Christmas Eve.

In the recent events, emotions have plummeted into a dark abyss that threatened us apart and spiraled our plans into constant, never ending change.

No, it is not just, to fill our days and nights of (1, 2, 3, 4, 5…) step by step procedures of how we would brave the winter together: with outstretched hands in openness and intertwined bodies in togetherness; only to watch the outlines of these steps tattered and finally— disappear. But this!, this might just be the turn-around my heart needs.

(more after the jump)

Lessons on Expection

If this is heaven I wouldn't mind being little more pious.

Lunch at one of the most peaceful places I've been to. I am in love with the sea just as I might have been in love with a boy I once knew from 8 years ago. It keeps me wondering and longing, knowing nothing might come of it. And just like the sea he changed so unexpectedly. He left me grateful for teaching me lessons on expectation, "Never expect anything, it will only break your heart, darling." Expectations didn't break me; but he did, with utmost severity.

 

{photos taken using my mobile phone}

 

the great reprieve

(Headed somewhere with no clear direction.)

Exactly one month ago today he took my hand (along with my heart), and we drove out on a whim. To the North we went, unsure of the place we will call home for a day. Night eventually fell and his eyes had never been brighter. I was eclipsed, feeling like an insignificant mote in the glimmering moon beam and yet, I have never been loved so exponentially.

The art of forgetting with Kathleen Edwards on loop.

I seem to have misplaced/forgotten a ton of things lately, or so I have just realized.

Important things, very important things, oh, but never him. Never his touch.

“I have to leave, leave, leave ...”

“I look sad because I don't have the courage to escape from you. And I think I don't want to understand the truth: for you, I am nothing but a dream. You like to play with life, you're not afraid of anything, not even of me. But I want you to know that I am not an object or a doll: I don't change faces on command, I like to sit down every day in the same place, on my own chair, and I know that you, you like to leave, to go to a new place every day.”

Walking with Buddha (Ngong Ping 360)

I have great sense of direction!, this I concluded during my second Hong Kong trip with the beau last October 2011. Playing tour guide as weaved through the busy streets, shopping, dinning, and of course sight seeing. My first visit to HK was a 2-week-long-adventure with friends, one being a resident there, thus the familiarity of attractions, dirt-cheap shopping districts, and delicious food (all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ, anyone?).

During Mark's first to HK he didn't get to visit a all of the attractions, Ngong Ping 360 being one of them, it's proximity from the airport made it first on our list of places to go. And yes, once again my sense of direction is awesome! Not to mention having spent less than 15Kphp during our whole vacation (food, travel, accommodation, shopping included), who needs tour guides/groups, I say?

From the airport we headed straight to Tung Chung and took a short walk to the Cable Car Terminal. We booked our tickets ahead of time online so we didn't have to line up. We then began our 25-minute journey and experienced a breath taking view of Lantau Island.

(more photos after the jump)

Music in the Streets of Hong Kong

Everything about Hong Kong exudes magical. This was from my second trip there and the feeling it brings to heart never gets old. One of my favorites is watching street musicians play.

(1) a young lady with a classical instrument

(2) a disabled man with his guitar

(3) lastly, Mark’s favorite— the man even had roadies!, and his wife seemed to act like his manager. Sadly, he was cut off by police officers; but they refused to stop playing, and the crowed went wild with cheers when his wife dismissed the officers’ order and told him to continue playing. However, they did get fined for it.

(more photos after the break)

Stolen Kisses

You were being cute taking me to places to meet your friends and family (on our first and second date consecutively). It rained that day, I remember quite well how the heavens poured down hard on us. I was still drunk with the sound of your voice singing "Above the Asphalt" over and over as you were recording for your album. We made a run for it to the car, and still managed to get drenched even with our borrowed umbrella. And in my attempt to wipe off the moisture, I never noticed you stir and pull me in for a kiss. You stole our first kiss that day and consequently stole my heart. Kisses under the rain will always be my fondest memory of us.

Happy Valentine's Day, lover.

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The sound of a heart beat drowned the clicking of the clock. Time-- time was always the enemy. Always, there was too little time and everything was based in it. What have you done (which made a difference) and what do you plan to do (to make a difference) in minutes, hours, days, months, years? Will I achieve my dreams before I hit my golden years? Will there be better days ahead? I will be great in a months time.

-- edit 1/28: Because it wouldn't be me without a photo.