Rainy Martini

July 17, 2014

Dum dum dum

I'm hungry as I type this. A very angry typhoon hit my country yesterday. I think it's called Glenda. I don't know really. I never watch the news these days. Well, power was mostly out yesterday, and our streets flooded. The winds were very strong and many trees had no choice but to errr uproot themselves because they could never bend like a bamboo. Or whatever. I feel sorry for those great trees that fell though. I'm taking a break from my Ilocos series. Lazy ass me. So these photos were taken sometime last month or last week. It doesn't make a difference, does it?

I know I know I know. I don't know what's straight and what isn't.

Macaron ice cream. Or the other way around! Dark chocolate.

I really like Chez Karine's shelves. We often go to that place idk why. I have yet to try their Hokkaido cupcake.

Salted caramel for the other one.

And... MEET PORKCHOP. No he's not my child lol. He's my nephew, and he was so fucking angry at me in this photo. He was trying to get past me out the door but my legs captured him, and my phone captured this image of his angry face and my sad, sad thighs.

So I took the baby to his "crib". Edible, eh? I think people should fund this awesome idea of mine. Edible cribs. For lazy babysitters who don't wanna get up and feed the baby. Edible. Crib.

Oooooofff, someone wants to go out.

Big voice coming from a very little body. Don't worry, I took him out and hugged him after.

I went to Pico de Loro with my boyfriend's family two weeks ago and I was supposed to blog about it, but I stupidly deleted all those photos I took! Including my favorite couple selca! I wanna cryyyy. Good thing I uploaded the selca in question and now you can see it here.

I'm hungry so kthxbai.

July 11, 2014

Rainy x Ilocos: Asleep in the Fortress?

Good grief. I lost track of our itinerary and I don't think I'll be able to narrate properly in this post. I do remember that we went to the MalacaƱang of the North after the sand dunes trip. That much I know. I won't even say much in this post. Probably because I'm not in the mood.

If you're from the Philippines, you don't need to read this area. Or maybe you do. Anyway, this place was like the white house when our country was ruled by the dictator Ferdinand Marcos.

Art illustration by one of his sons. If I heard it correctly, he was six when this was drawn. Love it. I actually didn't take much picture, especially inside. I didn't find the experience electrifying...

...but the Paoay lake was so freaking breathtaking.

A leafless bonsai.

The love of my life. A blacked out version of him. Haha.

Some mirror couple selca. Or selfie, if that's how you call it. I apologize if you're feeling OC-ish. If you've read my past posts, you'd know how fucking difficult it is for me to determine what's straight and what's not.

I didn't take photos of the furniture all right. I did think it was awesome to see half-a-century-old books.

And newspapers. I wonder how they smell like.

I forgot to crop this one. Lol.

Anyway, after leaving the "palace", we set out to visit some churches. But by then I was already exhausted, and I chose to not get off the coaster and just sleep it off. We checked into Fort Ilocandia.

Taken the next morning. And oh, this is filter-less. Hashtag no filter? No filter.

How I love those bougainvilla flowers.

I was trying to photograph them bird silhouettes to no avail. They moved a lot.

Some of me comrades were there too!

That's my dog over there. Geddit? Geddit? No? My dog's name is Coco and I know my jokes are lame wtf I should not even try.

Some... well, I don't know what that place does. Hahaha.

And my fat shadow.

There are more to expect from this series. I hope I could post them all this month. See ya.