Sunday, January 29, 2012

The weekend

In between homework and my throes over my pitiful Andy Samberg drought, we managed to sneak in a proper weekend.

Ice amongst comic books, hunting for the new Batman title


His view on the way to the pizza place


Bridesmaid flowers still too pretty to discard


In the beginning, there was tabula rasa. My watercolors await me.


After some three years, reunited with Wharton-- she who will resuscitate me from this odious writer's block

Friday, January 27, 2012

Manila



An encapsulation of our Intramuros trip last December :)

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Also, not working with the Raissapot

Thursday, January 26, 2012

My fellow

For the longest time, whenever I went to the Starbucks branch where I am a habitue, the guard always welcomed me with a smile, the kind that you save for one who is familiar. I have always considered him a friend that when, suddenly and without warning, a different guard received me into the coffee shop one day last December, my heart broke for I knew that I have lost a fellow. I wished I caught his name and got him a Christmas present.

Today when I went to the Starbucks branch to linger like I always do on Thursdays and my dear friend the guard welcomed me with the same smile, the kind that you save for friends, it was like he never left. All is well.

Claim to fame

I have, hands down, the messiest table at work that I often find myself using my lap as desk space. One time, Miss Di came up to me and exclaimed, "Ha! You're writing on your lap! You deserve it!"

I do. I do.

Monday, January 23, 2012

The Iceman




Easily the best person I know. :)

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The long weekend

This long weekend I read Dorothy Parker and Herge and a little bit of MFK Fisher and fell in love with Woody Allen's Manhattan and Gershwin's music all over again and scared myself silly with Alfred Hitchcock's TV show and stalked Andy Samberg and ate shrimp adobo under the stars with Ice and it was wonderful.

Next weekend when my legs are no longer sore from running I will buy myself a new watercolor pad and paint. Oh how I miss painting!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Andy

Marry me, Andy Samberg!




As in Manhattan, things do look better in black and white: