tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25548831698084350062023-11-16T08:15:06.372-08:00Life Behind The Lens<p>And I'll be here by the ocean
</p>Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreamskimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-40824517284605438292010-05-10T18:47:00.000-07:002010-05-10T18:52:06.470-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvhZffOXdhOUId4assHVT9fDknFHs2U-fHv2f-1vHNz-xNcnzr3_idhMlpWVQe8cxoSL-zbq2NZdFh7BOqHT1WSEgoatuwdJaCQnrowPGlfTtNuij2HYJ5qtkQtKjQZT2XHUsDTqWHdU/s1600/burn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvhZffOXdhOUId4assHVT9fDknFHs2U-fHv2f-1vHNz-xNcnzr3_idhMlpWVQe8cxoSL-zbq2NZdFh7BOqHT1WSEgoatuwdJaCQnrowPGlfTtNuij2HYJ5qtkQtKjQZT2XHUsDTqWHdU/s320/burn.jpg" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So let's break trusts, tell lies, and burn bridges down.</span></i></span></div>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-73387872094082939512010-04-02T04:02:00.000-07:002010-04-02T04:02:31.797-07:00It's that time of the year<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I need to grow up. I need to get over this mourning that has crippled me everytime the end of March comes around. No, it's not the added age, or the formality of being thrown into the realm of adulthood. I guess the "why" part shall linger on for another decade or two.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perhaps many think of me as ungrateful for instead of swimming in glee, here I am tapping at the keyboardn at 4:53 AM in hopes to pen down my disheveled thoughts. </span></span></s></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perspective. Always look at the bright side. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Assuming that this were a dialogue to the self then I say congratulations for taking a step towards recovery. Maybe I really am starting to get over this post-teenage angst or whatnot.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am not making sense here as I jump from one point to another.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To the 4 sneaky emo now punk'd up people who got around my back and almost jeopardized their HMeffinMEs for a videoshoot, THANK YOU. Not just for the video, but for this, whatever this is that we are. I don't think I thanked you enough the other night. Pardon if it seemed that your efforts weren't appreciated but rest assured that the silence are tantamount to the gratitude that's been overshadowed by cringe fests and the like.</span></span></div><div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I promise to clean up in the morning. </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tonight, just let me fall apart as I watch you walk away.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br />
</u></span></div>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-3582563217952821432010-02-05T21:37:00.000-08:002010-02-05T21:42:27.075-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh6w6AdS534Pj19dkDb3ZFmiZQXJwPToQ1AQRCNo1EUtszgIjgLLWX0AXqY-VDpSwRSEKE6O4ofRuSSgQfcny2-UagGqCSYlUHj7QeCWeCWZA9aufa0_UNlHCeo9K0xA5M26Mq4KN2otM/s1600-h/cross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh6w6AdS534Pj19dkDb3ZFmiZQXJwPToQ1AQRCNo1EUtszgIjgLLWX0AXqY-VDpSwRSEKE6O4ofRuSSgQfcny2-UagGqCSYlUHj7QeCWeCWZA9aufa0_UNlHCeo9K0xA5M26Mq4KN2otM/s400/cross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435000683965937266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You shone a light on my fears and showed me I had nothing to be afraid of. </span></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Then you left and put all the lights out.</span></i></span></span></div>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-36321581322802552462010-02-05T20:49:00.000-08:002010-02-07T07:02:48.992-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10ZE8erdagMhN7FRUyO88wnRayics6Do_3hiBzuOs1JwQY6cksA7GXqt7t-RFdF6D-oN8zA57lg_DAoSUz0CyLefvzA9nvs66PVyR4aMqL8Zk0P9Wfj1qNPxrOROczQkWQzoTKeVWkGY/s1600-h/IMG_7878.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434988143794268578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10ZE8erdagMhN7FRUyO88wnRayics6Do_3hiBzuOs1JwQY6cksA7GXqt7t-RFdF6D-oN8zA57lg_DAoSUz0CyLefvzA9nvs66PVyR4aMqL8Zk0P9Wfj1qNPxrOROczQkWQzoTKeVWkGY/s400/IMG_7878.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 258px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">While I was awed by the sun on your face, </span></i></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I never noticed the hurt held in your hands.</span></i></span></span></div>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-39469529103208107982010-01-05T07:45:00.001-08:002010-01-05T09:19:38.045-08:00Dear Ox,<div><br /></div>A year ago, I sent you my hopes and wishes only to be slapped hard in the face on your summer. How cruel of you to drive me off the edge of my sanity. You have no idea how painful it was for me to find myself in the pits of misery and life loathing all over again. But you weren't so cold hearted after all. With this misfortune, you led me to take the biggest leap I ever made in the 2 decades of my entire existence. Truth be told of how scared and anxious I was initially. The first blows of failures both served as insults and begged me to reconsider the arrogance in me. I was ready to retreat and reassess my alternatives. But then again, you surprised me with an army of good souls.-unexpected but much appreciated. <div><br /></div><div>So no matter how much I lack the enthusiasm over the Holidays, accept my gratitude for the 365 days that you laid down for me. And for the kind hearts that you shared and allowed me to keep over the years, no matter how undeserving I am.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I bid you farewell with the assurance that your reign will be remembered.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-23489388993033612262009-12-25T09:25:00.001-08:002009-12-25T09:30:08.081-08:00Season's Greetings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMmJOZ1r8YC6OWEqCCy7kJD7bcFvqWEJMzjjgB2_LZvKa_UkO6OU5VEAUhEKDB6izz-19VVKJPfwubBPu6mXC3CzETHRMh1A7X4Obs2m_2IkJ1s3jDwaiXIZjXf8S_zIXtECLp8sqL0E/s1600-h/merry+christmas+resized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMmJOZ1r8YC6OWEqCCy7kJD7bcFvqWEJMzjjgB2_LZvKa_UkO6OU5VEAUhEKDB6izz-19VVKJPfwubBPu6mXC3CzETHRMh1A7X4Obs2m_2IkJ1s3jDwaiXIZjXf8S_zIXtECLp8sqL0E/s400/merry+christmas+resized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419226449158500194" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Photo taken: June 8, 2008</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Location: Quirino Highway</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Tools of the trade: Canon EOS 400D + CS3</span></div>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-3161836445869772752009-11-02T04:24:00.000-08:002009-11-02T04:36:03.022-08:00Oh Sanity<div><br /></div>Tonight I sorrow.<div>Over nothings and this silence that's gnawing through me.</div><div>Pardon me for my insensible rantings are irrelevant to this world.</div><div>Spare me a minute or two as I allow myself to be vulnerable.</div><div><br /></div><div>Heaven grant me strength.</div><div>For I am fighting the urge to resort to self destruction.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-30419934769682900432009-09-05T23:55:00.000-07:002009-09-06T00:20:53.409-07:00For the want of<span style="font-size:85%;">I've missed and been missing a lot of things lately.<br /><br />School has been torturous that I've resorted to reconsider my future in this crap hole that I put myself into. Not that I am giving up but it's more of being rejected by your childhood dream. I knew beforehand that Medicine is cut throat to begin with, but the reality of flunkages and no more than that is sucking the hopes out of me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs31/i/2008/203/6/7/The_sky__s_a_girl_by_kimpoy03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 185px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs31/i/2008/203/6/7/The_sky__s_a_girl_by_kimpoy03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I am missing college days. Andz, Allyl, Cookie and I being in our procastinator selves while Madz being the one who chants: "Guys, focus" when we tend to drift away from what needs to be accomplished. I miss Les Femmes and the togetherness of it. The fact that you wouldn't care if your underpants could be seen in the open and be unlady-like is just one of the reasons. I miss all my lesbian lovers, groupmates and fellow dormers. I miss the mess in 210, along with all the daily kulitans with my roomates.--Kaye, Pao and Bobot acting all childish in their baby voices. I miss the gossips that spread like wild fire, along with Tina's late night visits that eat up hours but would seem like it were just minutes. I miss Friday night dinners with the Yappies, even the bay's humid air that used to be annoying. I miss Malate, the blue light posts, and the reality that it would take hours for you to successfully pull a cab and hear the cab driver actually say yes to your destination. I miss Pedro Gil and its tiangge that would do as your neighborhood divisoria. I miss Rob Manila and its proximity, and the fact that we all know it as if it were the back of our hands.<br /><br />I am Missing.</span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-84868870550755606192009-09-05T01:14:00.000-07:002009-09-05T01:34:18.457-07:00Tagaytay Outtakes<span style="font-size:78%;">September 2, 2009</span><br /><br />What better way to end the Midterms than to savor the southern breeze with good company.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnnXrOnasJ9iscRPFAv9NKa3fviOC_-nvPsBOch2CpLudM5rkpc41oO4RpjsQQVNOJZCGTauvPzRFF09BZzHiGeIYwhT51H4XrXl-Klz_Hdnse_3Dknq0sKBm-kBOtNa8ubYoUvySZTA/s1600-h/IMG_0290.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnnXrOnasJ9iscRPFAv9NKa3fviOC_-nvPsBOch2CpLudM5rkpc41oO4RpjsQQVNOJZCGTauvPzRFF09BZzHiGeIYwhT51H4XrXl-Klz_Hdnse_3Dknq0sKBm-kBOtNa8ubYoUvySZTA/s400/IMG_0290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377898419914813938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLtgb2IJ_Q0LXyp5QwgONikkuYXeihHbGVmASWPH2hbesWYNmwU3H0fuamIlVwdW9fqc0jfcAQNjt-kYCbsbCVM2tVFCw9mE4bpL74kNRNGImR26tJ61c9V3YCKqEo3xZZCgyKJc_wF8/s1600-h/IMG_0364.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wv_g2P-WMcfLuPe4vUgYI6BuU65rChOcUNokJ8HjYQUEQuExVrH-DKddPPXqyVzwEO5TxqmfTW1p_Y0EZ8MZRJjEA6g9IesqeCq0IHiDBHohnYLiNKRVK9euQBKMHPPeNwnzavL_n3k/s400/IMG_0401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377895743713944674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboEPCJkjAs7SHItpyV6MhTmpS144Sjo9rYVzX6XsCDczIchykv7RiGKHObl1efaQQKjPRj4CTSVfPYwUyvfHnndokgIJK5QVcI7jiiwWEYpei9BV_VfY8-dxGS0lpG9mTF2YgUSXC3Hs/s1600-h/IMG_0486.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboEPCJkjAs7SHItpyV6MhTmpS144Sjo9rYVzX6XsCDczIchykv7RiGKHObl1efaQQKjPRj4CTSVfPYwUyvfHnndokgIJK5QVcI7jiiwWEYpei9BV_VfY8-dxGS0lpG9mTF2YgUSXC3Hs/s400/IMG_0486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377895561389949570" border="0" /></a>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-59505966507842532352009-08-18T23:10:00.000-07:002009-08-18T23:37:19.791-07:00Scraps of Creativity<span style="font-size:85%;">The lack of inspiration led to the lack of artsy-ness in moi,<br />Just some of the tolerable shots I recently took:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRE139h_kuHk6Xm-9mgtzkD0tRSycd-XFz2gCNMhZVj0QyxQ3HWRcfk0yq-Y1-cZo3kQw_rhsAVElJady57jY-Pnhz4aEUXEOZ-RXCGrsvxiBsMX3xa2ptxJmCA1YVuWHKtqrpnl-9YQ/s1600-h/IMG_9100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRE139h_kuHk6Xm-9mgtzkD0tRSycd-XFz2gCNMhZVj0QyxQ3HWRcfk0yq-Y1-cZo3kQw_rhsAVElJady57jY-Pnhz4aEUXEOZ-RXCGrsvxiBsMX3xa2ptxJmCA1YVuWHKtqrpnl-9YQ/s400/IMG_9100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371559162872761266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Midyear Invitation</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf02y9UNBatG9zVPZW1lbwDHwrQxI7eIk_eMJeYqA7MHhOeQrl9H9oW6DQfb1JZoPp_qQWVUtknuG7I9_F3DUqA3eUfyfZf-TrBiDlMjt6AZc5ZjAcYpduN9g5C3w4FPF4L7sEAtxypC0/s1600-h/doodles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf02y9UNBatG9zVPZW1lbwDHwrQxI7eIk_eMJeYqA7MHhOeQrl9H9oW6DQfb1JZoPp_qQWVUtknuG7I9_F3DUqA3eUfyfZf-TrBiDlMjt6AZc5ZjAcYpduN9g5C3w4FPF4L7sEAtxypC0/s400/doodles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371553450347813682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Doodles in Biochem</span><br /></div>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-31668082415201179192009-08-03T07:02:00.000-07:002009-08-03T09:00:07.983-07:00Dear Hope,Please win me over the soonest you can.kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-59616005602590285552009-07-15T22:36:00.000-07:002009-07-15T23:19:26.967-07:00more than grateful<span style="font-size:85%;">In all honesty, I am near the brink of breaking down after a month or so's stay at med school. But for now, all that crapola is temporarily thrown out of the window since I</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> got</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> a very, very, very, very delightful consolation yesterafternoon.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ate <a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://www.plurk.com/muming">Mhel</a>, an upperclassman of mine back in high school, is currently in Toky</span><span style="font-size:85%;">o right now. We got to exchange thoughts and the like thru a microblogging site called plu</span><span style="font-size:85%;">rk</span><span style="font-size:85%;">. Last May, he read my post re: <a href="http://kimpoy03.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-i-want-i-want.html">rant for want of Evangelion</a> movie and merchandise. He offered m</span><span style="font-size:85%;">e tha</span><span style="font-size:85%;">t he could snoop around the streets of Tokyo in attempts to bag one for moi.<br /><br />Barely 2 months later, he asked for my address and my</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> heart was leaping inside of me out of sheer ecstacy. Yesterday, I got home with a broken spirit coz of this forsaken prelims. But my tita said a package arrived. My head immediately went "Ding! Ding! Ding!" 2 seconds </span><span style="font-size:85%;">later, m</span><span style="font-size:85%;">y hands were diving in the box and grab ahold of these babies. Add a complete ecstatic-borderline-m</span><span style="font-size:85%;">aniac smile</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> an</span><span style="font-size:85%;">d you get yourself "the look of a 5 year old o</span><span style="font-size:85%;">n Christmas" on a 21 year old. I promised I'd send him photos once I received them but sleep deprivation took its toll on me. I was so excited to get home today for the pic</span><span style="font-size:85%;">os. Now I just finished a photoshoot with my very lovely collectibles.--as promised to Ate Mhel.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenJb5GovgpzEPtNtD0u-eS1DfsNjXmk9xGwRCZa9JtCBcXqhEB3FeWefgZ5XVUtAvYucmD-t-n-KgYhSbRH4UnMRhC-nQxAvFaDwUMnS47_hF6PX_bszsXPNgVA9OmmgtTI5AzI6ZLnw/s1600-h/nerv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenJb5GovgpzEPtNtD0u-eS1DfsNjXmk9xGwRCZa9JtCBcXqhEB3FeWefgZ5XVUtAvYucmD-t-n-KgYhSbRH4UnMRhC-nQxAvFaDwUMnS47_hF6PX_bszsXPNgVA9OmmgtTI5AzI6ZLnw/s400/nerv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358932456394188674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">NERV logos which are stand</span><span style="font-size:78%;">s for Shinji and Kaworu</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHPvavpFH8NGbFhPUrjIPbNFoQzvj1oMfID9RhOnnEHRcSpU6vN4CN5PDVJqz-zTrKJ5dDlkXvU9pkMstQALSyrIKEgGohrvS5BCoaoZ0SfSyQ7yBKaNq7g3HbNKH4GqDBgCVDkbg4Is/s1600-h/shinji.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHPvavpFH8NGbFhPUrjIPbNFoQzvj1oMfID9RhOnnEHRcSpU6vN4CN5PDVJqz-zTrKJ5dDlkXvU9pkMstQALSyrIKEgGohrvS5BCoaoZ0SfSyQ7yBKaNq7g3HbNKH4GqDBgCVDkbg4Is/s400/shinji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358932827237896050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Shinji Ikari</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYfsrFdW3aDmq5gp3-Gd-UPrI59GIGEM_FitdLXRVVVwE7G2LukZZ68hUhmeZHo0lHlm9xRTX4S7g_MEohtQQXY8mrbV0kiBy28OZKU4mnENZ5JJpVtrpfabvFoeQxnxS9WbvVMX5WGSI/s1600-h/kaworu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYfsrFdW3aDmq5gp3-Gd-UPrI59GIGEM_FitdLXRVVVwE7G2LukZZ68hUhmeZHo0lHlm9xRTX4S7g_MEohtQQXY8mrbV0kiBy28OZKU4mnENZ5JJpVtrpfabvFoeQxnxS9WbvVMX5WGSI/s400/kaworu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358933201496498226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Kaworu Nagisa<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMi3MtwdAsKyYfa-hersWAnGd-QHSwLPRsobPNw3aS2Tpvdbqjc7iimRviU5FKkbzoZfN7QsjlxRlZXad-pHp4t01c0DbdwH7Wc7Za54QWJuAFq-NK5iEwtA-yLYjSkT5aB_4Q2rUrb8/s1600-h/asuka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMi3MtwdAsKyYfa-hersWAnGd-QHSwLPRsobPNw3aS2Tpvdbqjc7iimRviU5FKkbzoZfN7QsjlxRlZXad-pHp4t01c0DbdwH7Wc7Za54QWJuAFq-NK5iEwtA-yLYjSkT5aB_4Q2rUrb8/s400/asuka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358933551241384850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Asuka Langley Soryu</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(My favorite pilot)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYIWZwjj_bq19HARNBVQhcxqJo0G-L_o976qQXcXkDQYxjTbK4hyOQSQ0XBBvZVL5ZlpmdUYdxhSyLbz5zrdEbP86j1UWMDjAu9iUi6A46nZqzSM6Pe_I2XNRoxx4f3QUoeWGdvQNGWT8/s1600-h/rei.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYIWZwjj_bq19HARNBVQhcxqJo0G-L_o976qQXcXkDQYxjTbK4hyOQSQ0XBBvZVL5ZlpmdUYdxhSyLbz5zrdEbP86j1UWMDjAu9iUi6A46nZqzSM6Pe_I2XNRoxx4f3QUoeWGdvQNGWT8/s400/rei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358933979985424498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Rei Ayanami<br />(Hate her but she's Andi's fave)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguF1MuidEFyeInynwK_oXHmWH9TRjQLJLrijDEMdAFAFOuDdL6w5SblpQ7pZoL0okBRoZ_DC9LHTDUoxyczOcPtpyrqRpPCDwjOhZQg5VhE2-TAL_veA-Rg6yzIt5GhrZ8BR7638RWIQI/s1600-h/IMG_8133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguF1MuidEFyeInynwK_oXHmWH9TRjQLJLrijDEMdAFAFOuDdL6w5SblpQ7pZoL0okBRoZ_DC9LHTDUoxyczOcPtpyrqRpPCDwjOhZQg5VhE2-TAL_veA-Rg6yzIt5GhrZ8BR7638RWIQI/s400/IMG_8133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358935001564717922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pilots</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Others may see this as me being childish and all but h</span><span style="font-size:85%;">ec</span><span style="font-size:85%;">k, this is Evangelion. An</span><span style="font-size:85%;">d it is the mecca of animes. Even Jerry Bruckheimer and Stephen Spielberg are presentin</span><span style="font-size:85%;">g themselves to produce the movie version of this masterpiece. I just hope that the 2.0 movie would be available at Quiapo or some sidewalk dvd vendor.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Before I end this post, I just want to extend my deepest gratitude to the person who's behind all this. For if not for his moving thoughtfulness and generosity, I would've resorted to tears.<br /><br />So....</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUnF_2Jgi0-m61gyxatuAjpggOdOhId54c4iCBMz0CzPtN2jHyiPkbHM2o_xiqhzLKvaAm4f2Y-C7y0xVptyDUoHRtOaHsHONYAoVOhHqUlAIBYwi6w5hGSJsLSamUXLlxHkVOAk7w6U/s1600-h/thank+you.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUnF_2Jgi0-m61gyxatuAjpggOdOhId54c4iCBMz0CzPtN2jHyiPkbHM2o_xiqhzLKvaAm4f2Y-C7y0xVptyDUoHRtOaHsHONYAoVOhHqUlAIBYwi6w5hGSJsLSamUXLlxHkVOAk7w6U/s400/thank+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358937566463121122" border="0" /></a>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-91440037898623548522009-07-10T20:00:00.000-07:002009-07-10T20:10:04.961-07:00best breakfast ever<span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsjyGEAGvfsHF0bhR5oEDvZkFxUGh4x0QSZ4kwHYn-CA-kMjEFS9E4upMYvEtSstUCdP7c5qGMSdHvQB0WC9gmV8cQ5Q_IHXtgiNn60NGM_k7pNKA-oQc35djcziTV_mNjQVoYJFXEmVk/s1600-h/DSC_0096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsjyGEAGvfsHF0bhR5oEDvZkFxUGh4x0QSZ4kwHYn-CA-kMjEFS9E4upMYvEtSstUCdP7c5qGMSdHvQB0WC9gmV8cQ5Q_IHXtgiNn60NGM_k7pNKA-oQc35djcziTV_mNjQVoYJFXEmVk/s200/DSC_0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357032415849143202" border="0" /></a>During our first and second years in college, we often indulged in a restaurant slash grill slash smoking room slash drinking place called The Pit beside St. Paul. But the real story behind all those patronage was because of their Oreo Cheesecake. For P55.00, you get to indulge in happiness. And it didn't take long for it to become infamous among Paulinians. However, sometime before junior year, The Pit shut down. We couldn't ponder on the reason why since it being a notorious favorite among the students is enough reason for them to stay there (posssibly forever). A year later, I saw The Pit established at the seaside at Mall of Asia. However, I didn't have the willpower to go in and treat myself to the infamous cheesecake.<br /><br />Almost 3 years after my last taste of it, my post-grad friend Ezra told me that her friend dropped off one Oreo Cheesecake at her place. In an instantaneous manner, my mouth watered. I could almost imagine the taste of it. But heck, it's one of those bittersweet memories.<br /><br />2 days later, she happily showed up in our classroom with a tupperware and teaspoon in hand. My heart fluttered. OMG. A few minutes later, I was taking all the details in my head, soaking up the texture and the familiarity of its taste. She offered me some chips but I wanted the cheesecake to linger in my tastebuds. And that was it. I was pretty much happy the entire day.<br /><br />So thank you Ezra! You certainly made my day.<br /></span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-85607749573584282452009-06-30T04:11:00.000-07:002009-06-30T04:29:48.807-07:00Nothing not worth it is not worth waiting for.<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I remember thinking that girls on shows like ANTM (America's Next Top Model) are so lame when they say "I want this so bad blah blah blah" on cam and yet somewhere along the show, they were sent home. Apply empathy and I am those girls. I've been wanting to donn on that white coat since I was a kid. So even though that the first 3 weeks has already deprived me of sleep, eat, and socialization, I am willing to suck it all up in order to realize that dream.<br /><br />Everyday, I beseech God that He help me with this. And just like my prayers during undergrad, I pray again:<br /><br />"Lord, if this is not in Your plans for me, then let me not have it<br />and reveal the path that You would want me to take."</span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-23727266909997245402009-06-15T05:16:00.001-07:002009-06-15T05:34:42.166-07:00today<span style="font-size:85%;">is the day when the rest of my life begins.<br /><br />There had been several activities that the Med Student Council arranged for us freshies. Some were icebreakers, and some were pretty reflective. And suddenly I found myself among the sea of 400+ strangers and non-strangers, who all have one thing in common: the dream to hopefully become a MD someday.<br /><br />Though part of me says that many of those in the same population are probably still at lost, perhaps pondering on the very reason why they plunged themselves into this living hell. Or like me, are taking this rare opportunity to give their career lives a chance to take the next step in hopes to fulfill some unexplainable internal desire.<br /><br />I am unsure of what lies before me for the next 5 years. God help me that I make it through. I know I'm a no brainer-arrogant to get myself into some serious post grad course. But by His Grace, I am fueled to go on.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" >PS</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" >I wish to look back on this post perhaps half a decade from now.</span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-47834193982053284402009-06-15T05:03:00.000-07:002009-06-15T05:08:09.840-07:00shameless plugsAndy's:<br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.plurk.com/andidandy">plurk</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> + </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://andi-9.deviantart.com/">deviantART</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> + </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://andzycam.blogspot.com/">blogger</a><br /><br />Madz's:<br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://madzunderconstruction.blogspot.com/">blogger</a><br /><br />Marj's:<br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://marjbebe.deviantart.com/">deviantART +</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://blackwhiteandalittlebitofgray.blogspot.com/">blogger</a>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-75749162868610074872009-06-08T13:55:00.000-07:002009-06-08T14:12:25.288-07:00monsooned june<span style="font-size:85%;">If rain was a bit more tangible then I would run out of the house clad in nothing but wrinkled PJs, spread my arms apart, gaze through the heavens and say aloud: "Welcome home!" But since that would only make others think a fool of me and increase my chances of getting sick, I've resorted to habitual gestures of brief early morning peeks through the window so as to witness the sight of grey skies, toppled with gentle musings of rain drops. Afterwards, I fall back to sleep with a little wry smile.<br /><br />Simply put: <span style="font-weight: bold;">rain is happiness.</span><br /><br />It's enough reason to ditch the ac, don on a sweater, make a warm cup of coffee or choco, and just be.<br /><br />This is existence. Simple, raw and naked existence.</span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-50309705550199543282009-05-23T02:33:00.001-07:002009-06-08T14:10:25.151-07:00the things a scandal can do<span style="font-size:85%;">such as:<br /><br />turning the morning shift staff, even a handful of patients, into instant spectators upon hitting play on some mainstream scandal issue.<br /><br />proof you ask?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRcPwhPYknZ348ZiX7NZyQ5VI37pYjfW66FUKgQ7jr-xSlw6qG9eDobbGR1E6kFPRFC9_L4tsndbeHSYSRkt9VmPpP3Hf8UvMsSjZBPUn2fLpbp5rEUkE1xzgtFo4VJwBwLfF-GQDTF8/s1600-h/DSC_0030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRcPwhPYknZ348ZiX7NZyQ5VI37pYjfW66FUKgQ7jr-xSlw6qG9eDobbGR1E6kFPRFC9_L4tsndbeHSYSRkt9VmPpP3Hf8UvMsSjZBPUn2fLpbp5rEUkE1xzgtFo4VJwBwLfF-GQDTF8/s200/DSC_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338950954977025234" border="0" /></a></span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-4012787385755386932009-05-18T04:48:00.000-07:002009-05-18T04:59:30.651-07:00evangelion movie 2.0<span style="font-size:85%;">I dunno if they're gonna show this on Philippine Cinemas this June but I hope they would. If they won't, then I hope some kindred soul would post a vid of it on the world wide web.</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IiDHqs8Yxao&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IiDHqs8Yxao&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-60879096298015223252009-05-17T10:07:00.000-07:002009-05-18T04:58:30.345-07:00i badly WANT<span style="font-size:85%;">Eventhough I hate Japanese Cafe Chain UCC coffee for:<br />1. Being so bloody expensive,<br />2. Quite frankly, I don't like how their coffee tastes.<br /><br />However, UCC Coffee is re-releasing their Limited Edition Neon Genesis Evangelion Milk and Coffee in cans in line with the release of </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Evangelion Movie 2.0</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> [due June 27 this year]. I am already ranting inside of me for I want BOTH the coffee cans AND the movie. Take a look at these eye-candies. Sadly though, these will only be available from May 18-July 31, 2009.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ucc.co.jp/company/news/2009/images/rel090508b_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.ucc.co.jp/company/news/2009/images/rel090508b_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://node3.img3.akibablog.net/www/archives/img-mouse/2007-06-18-313.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 222px;" src="http://node3.img3.akibablog.net/www/archives/img-mouse/2007-06-18-313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I am unsure whether these would be available to the Philippine Market since they are often sold at vending machines in Japan. They also sell these babies at e-bay for roughly $10 a can. Talk about profit! But gawd, I really want one.--scratch that, make that ALL of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ucc.co.jp/company/news/2009/images/rel090508b_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.ucc.co.jp/company/news/2009/images/rel090508b_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Since Japan is such an advanced country in terms of Techno-Gizmo, the cans come with a bar code that can be scanned with your mobile phone. [Eff! I really want to go there someday.] If you're lucky, you get to win an Asuka figure doll.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www5e.biglobe.ne.jp/%7Ehsv/anime/evaucc2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 237px;" src="http://www5e.biglobe.ne.jp/%7Ehsv/anime/evaucc2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This was one of the Ad Campaigns that UCC did back in 2007. >>><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I hate how my compulsions leave me restless and agitated.<br />And if by some miracle I do end up owning one, they'll be surely on top of my desk, happily standing beside the rare Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino Bottle that Jona gave me back in college.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >Badly wanting the Shinji and Asuka cans.</span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-76064016318656861282009-05-15T12:17:00.000-07:002009-05-15T12:28:11.318-07:00shocker<span style="font-size:85%;">I hate how time is often a traitor.<br /><br />A few months ago, Vicapot texted me that she would want to meet up before she leaves the country. Without any hesitation, I gave her my yes.<br /><br />Earlier tonight, I learned that she is bound to leave for L.A. tomorrow at 10 PM. Whoa. Afterwards, she would be staying in Seattle. Someone needs to invent a time machine. Srsly.<br /><br />Vicapot asked me to do her a favor which I cannot resist. Though I truly lack some serious creativity, I couldn't turn her down since this is the least I can do for her before her presence leaves this forsaken land.<br /><br />Armed with CS3 and bits of inspiration, I ended up with this. It's not much, but I guarantee you that it's made with fervent dedication.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BAeovLVsLKIcA8eRNzYfpZQ1A4OCytWD3SYXjDgQjM_oPbm7vrrdHkXXNHV9mBD6nB0QCWYsDc6u2FhUwfG93arXfNjAqK63O2Lf33u4rvYpqjeX_LZdaPZ2vVhFIOD1ZJA0ZuUn7Bg/s1600-h/for+vica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BAeovLVsLKIcA8eRNzYfpZQ1A4OCytWD3SYXjDgQjM_oPbm7vrrdHkXXNHV9mBD6nB0QCWYsDc6u2FhUwfG93arXfNjAqK63O2Lf33u4rvYpqjeX_LZdaPZ2vVhFIOD1ZJA0ZuUn7Bg/s400/for+vica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336132958126036610" border="0" /></a><br />To Vicapot, I shall miss you dearly. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_LxjaKZkBePIyRsP4XkSAbhwspfgGSq1RzaUMEaW1FGmVMWHLRtRPfG3ZrErkahfh1wcnyyab3wkBzPl9btxGjxl6INtdi8Oz-b5fPkGWLMBtRhPdvyinmCKUSRZo7gutwwpVNfpxhns/s1600-h/tear.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_LxjaKZkBePIyRsP4XkSAbhwspfgGSq1RzaUMEaW1FGmVMWHLRtRPfG3ZrErkahfh1wcnyyab3wkBzPl9btxGjxl6INtdi8Oz-b5fPkGWLMBtRhPdvyinmCKUSRZo7gutwwpVNfpxhns/s400/tear.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336134080507005330" border="0" /></a></span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-18433763173234773622009-05-15T10:21:00.000-07:002009-05-15T12:47:02.307-07:00i wish there'd be more of this<span style="font-size:85%;">There was a time when I said that I rather have a few good friends than have a bazillion friends. And now, I say that again with more conviction for I indeed have a few GREAT friends.<br /><br />Tonight's dinner wouldn't be possible if not for the willful and determined mind of Moja who stuck with her text vigils to Madz in order to get her out of her hiding place. Lo and behold for Madz did show up; thus I bow unto Moja for her effective tactics which I might replicate come next get together. Too bad Eskimo Baby didn't get to attend. But am hopeful that there will be a ne</span><span style="font-size:85%;">xt time when everyone would be there.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyhow, Moja and Mon went ahead to save us a table at Congo Grille and pre-ordered our meals for us. Madz arrived around 5 minutes before I did [curse the stoo</span><span style="font-size:85%;">oopid traffic]. When I got there, it was like all inhibitions lost. For when I am with people I love and trust, I can just let myself go and worry not of what goes around or how I should act accordingly. We multitasked by chitchatting and spooning stuffs into our mouths at the same time. Madz kept piling sisig on my plate which I had to moticulously separate the onions. I didn't get to finish my rice coz the chicken fingers was filling up on me. Afterwards, Mon was designated as the photographer, allowing ourselves to indulge in camwhoring.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMS9C-eRzwLE84IdtFo_vp0i3UnnPD_P3E5qP8C9VRccEOFqGSPwjTb5un5dEiu52nxgzn3c6If-FQUMF-MuWr01Ts2hLFORABI1V2DiqRqP1G_G7CH2uFU6hTUhdYen773k7iQLnf98/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMS9C-eRzwLE84IdtFo_vp0i3UnnPD_P3E5qP8C9VRccEOFqGSPwjTb5un5dEiu52nxgzn3c6If-FQUMF-MuWr01Ts2hLFORABI1V2DiqRqP1G_G7CH2uFU6hTUhdYen773k7iQLnf98/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336113158665138626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />We were saving the dessert part for later while we went around Landmark so I could show Moja em booties. She loffed them. Unfortunately, no more sizes. WTF. In grief, we headed to the cinemas to see Angels and Demons. But gawd, Sold Out Tickets for 3 Cinemas! Tsk. Tsk. Am giving a mental applause to Dan Brown already. Anyway, the cookie store near Anson's was already closed when we got there. Another tsk tsk. We were suppose to stick around further but every store was closing down and Madz had to fetch her folks who were arriving from Lucena. I did a last few shots with Moja before I bid the Monalisa couple goodbye.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83FVThXw0v5gpYLL52QLOn85pcTuaE2vtlbF9WDFlJtDbMZcI6pWjyyTcz1gg8FX0fb5vNfYajkOKXxZq_hJW0N_UVpHgw8UvAD1zeBNSnvm19gzQc5jTQvu_-sQGFf3d61d8S_AI8VQ/s1600-h/collage+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83FVThXw0v5gpYLL52QLOn85pcTuaE2vtlbF9WDFlJtDbMZcI6pWjyyTcz1gg8FX0fb5vNfYajkOKXxZq_hJW0N_UVpHgw8UvAD1zeBNSnvm19gzQc5jTQvu_-sQGFf3d61d8S_AI8VQ/s400/collage+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336114285770542466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Till the next blogspam!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >Special thanks to: Monalisa [ = Mon + Melissa]</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.cquilicot.multiply.com/image/1/photos/308/500x500/2/IMG-7097.JPG?et=m3MKPVVSN6YnV2g%2BeflGsA&nmid=243536949"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 185px;" src="http://images.cquilicot.multiply.com/image/1/photos/308/500x500/2/IMG-7097.JPG?et=m3MKPVVSN6YnV2g%2BeflGsA&nmid=243536949" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >Especially Moja for smuggling this for moi: I <3.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyleuqBuK9B92f69yCrFcWm8iHkvJqpgjUjubwZvP7mD82EvsO0vI91toKPb4lhNPQRsDGvHITz_Ybo3rOZjfIypSYsim8FSgKXBMx4JUIvIIFWmE9Ki3qL6hVGFxLs5SUdcsBNjt9fyc/s1600-h/IMG_7134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyleuqBuK9B92f69yCrFcWm8iHkvJqpgjUjubwZvP7mD82EvsO0vI91toKPb4lhNPQRsDGvHITz_Ybo3rOZjfIypSYsim8FSgKXBMx4JUIvIIFWmE9Ki3qL6hVGFxLs5SUdcsBNjt9fyc/s200/IMG_7134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336110773703798578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span></span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554883169808435006.post-59840732137515705472009-05-14T11:42:00.000-07:002009-05-15T10:16:59.733-07:00shameless plug<span style="font-size:85%;">I promised Andi I'll be promoting her da. I posted it up in moi multiply however, I just realized that I haven't plugged it in here yet.<br /><br />Here is a sample of Andi's work:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://andi-9.deviantart.com"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 317px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs42/300W/i/2009/129/f/4/lady_in_green_by_andi_9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" >(Click on photo to be directed to her da)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">She recently experimented with watercolors and has concocted her own methods of shading. Her current dream is to own a tablet pc so she can venture into digital art. So if you're filthy wealthy and have a knack of helping others, then please do give her a tablet pc.</span>kimpoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938768374121412784noreply@blogger.com0