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When I looked down I realized I’m already wet. I haven’t even felt when I came but I did. Either he was too good or I was too weak.

I felt cheated I didn’t notice the climax. But it felt good. It felt free. Again, my senses have forsaken me.

Photo by Dora B. via Flickr.


Mini Guide to Dela Rosa Foodtrip

What’s for lunch?

Been to this jollyjeep? Been to that? Tired of the same old dish you’ve been munching on for the last two or three years? Let us help you with a few bestsellers and best kept secrets up and about Dela Rosa.

Of course, you’ll have to spend a little bit but we promise we won’t go way over the budget.

1. Buffalo Wings and Things
IMG_4663.JPGOr what you might know as Chubby’s. They’re sharing the same space and you might have thought they’re the same anyway. Chubby’s serves the Texan style grilled, pulled pork and barbecues. Buffalo serves, well, buffalo wings.

For solo you can go with the half pound sampler. Choose your spiciness intensity.

Tip: bestseller is the New York style which is a level 2. You might wanna go higher but I tell you Armageddon is really really hot. Have I told you Armageddon is really hot?

2. Mom and Tina’s
IMG_4659.JPGA bit pricy for a bakery. But it’s more than that. They sell pasta served with their freshly baked bread on the side.

I recommend the shepherds pie. Made out of real shepherds. Kidding. Its a meat pie topper with mashed potato served with freshly baked rolls. The rolls are perfect even when I think about it, it’s actually carbs on carbs.

Tip: A little dessert won’t hurt. Go for the cheesecake.

3. Cantina DeliciosaIMG_4665-0.JPGFirst, it settled across Ayala then transferred to that old building near Rufino Pacific Tower. Now they’re at Standard Chartered’s Scarlet Foodhub on its second floor.

It’s super busy during lunchtime so I suggest you go earlier. They serve Spanish style meals for a budget of just a hundred pesos. Quite authentic too I must say as the owners are really Spanish. Or are they Mexican? I havent asked. Just prepare a lot of English when you get there. Or at least some tissue.

Bestsellers include their chicken enchiladas and burritos. I personally prefer the cheeseburger sauce on their burrito.

Tip: while you’re here at Standard, might as well grab some mixed fresh fruits at Purple Haze or a waffle at Famous Belgian Waffles.

4. Homeys Cafe
IMG_4664.JPGA little walk across Dela Rosa turning to Legazpi, you’ll a find a gem called Homeys Cafe. They don’t actually serve coffee here but bagnet. It’s a sin with all its cholesteroltastic goodness but it’s a bigger sin not to try it.

Don’t go here with a big group during lunchtime or you won’t have seats.

Tip: bagnet meals are served with 5 big chunks. I suggest getting the one with veggies on the side, laing or pinakbet, but the bagnets would only be 3 pieces. You can have either letson sauce or bagoong as dips.

5. Tsokolate Ah Batirol
IMG_4661.JPGWay across Ayala towards RCBC Plaza, more walking than your expected “nearby coffee shop.” Batirol (as I like to call it), serves cocoa served using a batirol–a wooden tool for blending the cocoa so to say. You can choose to have it plain or with mani, kasuy, or pinipig. Go for the large one! You can also have it cold, dubbed Tsoko Loco, the frappe version of their chocolates.

Tip: you MUST try their pasta! Bestsellers are the Creamy Malunggay Pesto and Spaghetti Aligue.

Photographer vs Snapshooter


Part 2 on the Photography class held by APC. For this session we concentrated on composition of your photos. As per discussion, what separates a photographer from a snapshooter* is the ability to compose his photo using location and timing to snap a great photo.

They presented several techniques how to improve your shooting skills: simplicity, rule of thirds, diagonal mean, geometric shapes, symmetric or asymmetric balance, and lines and curves. I really liked the topic about lines and curves, although I admit it’s really new for me and yet very basic like duh. Plus I’m having a hard time balancing between the rule of thirds against symmetry. They’ve also shown a vid for the 10 best photos from NatGeo in 2009. Got many tips there.

I think the main purpose of composition is to avoid, or minimize if it applies to you (you photoshopaholic you), any post processing editing. You don’t have to add effects like blur, or geometric chorvas, or mygass, sunbursts. The only acceptable editing I could think of is cropping and watermarking. Parang photog lang ang epek, “blissandvoid Photography.” Pakshett nakakabuset.

We didn’t get to use our cameras to practice though. No chance there to snapshot my crushable. Crap! hahah



“According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word “snapshot” was first used in 1808 by an English sportsman by the name of Sir Henry Hawker. He noted in his diary that almost every bird he shot that day was taken by snapshot, meaning a hurried shot, taken without deliberate aim. Snapshot, then, was originally a hunting term.”

~Sy Parrish, One Hour Photo.

Very creepy film about a stalker photo developer. And what’s creepier is that it is portrayed by Robin Williams. Bravo!

Original post reblogged from Tumblr.

Emptio Spei


I had to let this out or else I’d still be thinking why.

You know, there are those kind of people who’d promise you everything and then leave you hanging. It’s like politics, but of the heart. Paasa! And they’ll never admit it themselves.

Well, I know I am one too. But, I never intend it to happen. It just happens. Like shit. Shit happens. You can barely control your own emotions. How much more with another’s emotion. It just happens. And at times, I’m thinking, maybe this is my karma. But I never did intend to hurt another person. But when I’m hurt, I can’t ask that person to say sorry to me. Shit happens.

Here’s this one guy. One among a few others who had done the same a million times before. We’d start with our hi’s and hello’s. A little bit of what you doin’, what’s your favorite color, what’s your motto, and who’s your favorite singer. So you answer everything inside a great brick house, setting up a barrier from huffs and puffs. And you’re confident you’ll get through the small talk and make a friend of this new stranger. Then he ends up asking what is crush and what is love. Then he calls you babe. And you answer “what?” “really?” And you feel the barrier starting to crumble. You start using petnames. Like babe. Eeeww I know right. And you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Maybe this is it.

And then boom. You’re left floating out of space. Another limbo, if you will. A million limbos like before. It would be overkill to know he’s flirting with two other guys. And he says he didn’t lead you on or what. Bullshit.

Then he ends up with another guy. He’s all over that guy he met like three days ago. They met. Dated. Had the greatest sex they had in their lives. And then this other guy decides to leave him for good. Hanging there in a thread of doubt. What happened? I’d like to ask him the same question. But I dare not.

We’re still friends. Just friends. We decided to leave it there. We decided. But my heart won’t agree. Anyway, that’s out of the question. Friendzone is the new busted. I can’t help but feel sad not because it ended this way. But because I let myself out of my brick house. I need sturdier material. Adamantite or damascus, anyone?

Now he’s on another target. And he’s giddy as a teenager to move on to this new relationship. I wish you well. But I do hope I get to know what made you decide to discard me along the way. Was it because I don’t own a car, I’m not an alumni of UP, I don’t have six-pack abs, I don’t have that perfect cleft chin, or don’t even have enough credits to give you a ring on your mobile. I’m not all that. I can try to have one or all of them. But I’m not that person who’ll change so that you’ll like me. I am me. All I can give you is time. And all the time I’ve wasted was for just a few hahas.

It’s time for me to have this time back to myself. Maybe give it to someone who deserves it and would appreciate it more than you do. And maybe raise my tower higher.


Photo by Maiyya via KoiNUP.

Emptio spei – in legal parlance, is the sale of vain hope, therefore void ab initio.



“First impressions last.” as the saying goes. It’s always about creating a great first impression and then making it last. That’s fairly easy if you did right the first time. But how would you fix it if you did it wrong the first try? You can’t always go and say, hey can we start again?

See, I’ve been hearing a lot about how people see me the first time. I am intimidating, I look serious and deep, I look quiet. Frankly, I am not aware I am creating that picture of myself. If anything, I would like people to come approach me and chit chat with them. But apparently that’s not how I look like.

Given the fact that I am generally quiet. Well, maybe unless I know you and you know me then that would be the exact polar opposite. Anyway, my quietness would have to do with my thought process. Yes, I am quiet because I want to listen more of what you wanna say. Yes, I am quiet  because I agree with you and I wouldn’t take the spot from you to reiterate what you just said. Yes, I am quiet because I disagree and I’d rather give you an eyebrow rather than waste my breath explaining and reexplaining.

So I busy myself writing blogs where I pour out most of my thoughts that escaped me when I was listening. And people would be surprised how different I am from my blogs. Like, how loud and crazy and funny I am. Like meeting my psychic fraternal twin. I’m not bipolar duh. But comparing the quiet, serious Athan and then reading about the loud, funny Athan, you’d sooner have doubts who’s who. Well, some welcomed that in a good way, still shaking their heads.

I had this virtual friend who I have a crush on. I know I’ve been friendzoned and I’m not expecting him to meet me in person. We still talk online. We’ll we miss our conversations when we lose touch. He gets to read my blog from time to time. The problem is that he sees me only as this crazy funny Athan. There’s no way of him meeting the other half of the persona. The real world counterpart. I don’t blame him though. That’s how I showed myself online. That’s how he sees me. Someone who can never be serious. Maybe that’s why he would never meet up with the crazy dude.

I can be quiet. I can be serious. But we’ve missed out on that part already. Move on.



Photo by PrismRed via Flickr.

Welcome back World

Hey, I got a new follower. Well, I only have one so I have to do everything to please this ONE. Welcome Reniel! I hafta remember to pronounce that as /rain-niel/ instead of /ray-knee-yell/.

Anyhoo, I haven’t really blogged here. It’s supposed to be my secret emo blog but for the longest time, I haven’t really emoted THAT much.

And the rain is falling hard this very moment. Yah know what that means, it’s emo time. Choz! I’d think of something to blog anyways.

Photo by sazzy via Flickr.

#60: raindrops keep falling on my head 

It’s been raining for two nights now.

Last night I was out with my old buddies from the ‘old firm.’ Meeting time was seven in the evening at Havaianas in Glorietta, seeing it was one of the stopovers we had when we were all together last year. I came in late and was worried that they had already left me. Lei came even later. She joked afterwards that noone really goes there earlier than the appointed time.

We went up to the cinema level to see the scheds. Inception’s screening was ten minutes ago, the next one will be in ten thirty. We decided not to watch any. We want to bond and make up for lost time.

Manong Bert came around eight thirty-ish. He hadn’t changed, he still had that zombie look, although now that zombie owns a Sony Ericsson Xperia.

We went up to eat some dinner. I had a hard time staring at the menu above so Lei lent me her 75/75 glasses. Everything was in focus, everything looks perfect. And it’s in purple as well. Lurvett! I need to buy one of these one day. I badly need it.

Anyways, we walked a bit and stopped at Greenbelt 3 to have some coffee. The place was swarming with foreynjers and hookers. There were cute guys and singles and couples.

Then it started raining. I thought it was the male vocals at Cafe Havana. He was singing Just Once. Lei was commenting it should be theme song of bitter people. I liked that song. They said it was because I’m bitter. I said no, I just liked to belt it. Well yeah, ako na ang bitter.

We moved nearer to the store so as not to get wet. I was staring inside because of this guy inside. Although I was wearing glasses, I still couldn’t tell if he was really looking back. I wish he was. I wish he’d approached me. But alas no. Anyways, these glasses work magics for me. I could stare at people without having me to worry what they would think of me staring at them.

We went home around twelve midnight. We were waiting for a cab, actually choosing, when this jejemon couple just started making out in public, under the rain. Stress!

I didn’t pull out my umbrella from my bag. I didn’t want it to get wet. It wouldn’t kill to walk in the rain. And it would conceal the tears flowing. Ha! I didn’t really cry. Well I could. Loneliness does things to me. I hate it. But I love the feeling. I hate it. I love it.

Going Down?

we are going down by balled of lemons via Flickr.
Baby are you down, down, down, down, down?

He texted me a little past noon. The first time in weeks. He was excited. He told me he got to ride the elevator with my friend Jay, who was his crush. I can feel he was blushing all over. He hid because he was too shy to approach Jay. I replied, why’d he do that?

So I sms-ed him, in the words of Britney, “sometimes I run, sometimes I hide, sometimes I’m scared of you. But all I really want is to hold you tight.” I was feeling the same thing about him. I wanna kiss him right, be with him day and night. Baby all I need is time. But alas the words won’t come out. And it would be too cheezy to complete the whole stanza.

He was getting anxious about Jay not texting him, since he already gave his number to Jay. I asked Jay if he had texted back Kiks, he said he did and even introduced himself. Kiks had not yet received anything and was losing morale fast. So I sent him Jay’s number and he was feeling fine now but more anxious because of the crushyness complex.

After that, he thanked me and then proceeded to ask how my weekend was. I told him I had a boring weekend. Then he replied ‘ikaw pa.’ I asked him what he meant and how he sees me. He just said, “wala. heheh.”

So, wala lang ako sa kanya. Hayyy.

Hello World

I’m relatively new to this wordpress. I’ve been blogging around in some other sites. Actually, I think I’ve been an innernet whore. I have my account in: Friendster eeewww IKR but that’s where I started blogging; Multiply ayylavett but I’m sad how small the population has been; Facebook no blogs but we get notes; Tagged i don’t blog there; Tumblr quick way to blog but that wouldn’t hold how much I want to write; Twitter – the quickest way to blog under 140 characters; and Blogspot where I crosspost most from Multiply.

So yeah welcome to my new blog. I should try writing often here. Chris told me I should write about something I want badly so that I can condition my mind that I can get him… err.. it. Yah know.

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