saturday, 29 august 2009

my dear friend tor was the most beautiful bride. congratulations to the matheys!

you may kiss the bride

ferosha coutura

daddy's girl

friday, 28 august 2009

going down

shadows and stairs

old pictures from tita yiying's apartment

new yawk graffiti

eni and loi, during rehearsal at the chapel

btw, it was tor’s bday. unfortunately, the camera died so i didnt get anymore pictures.

thursday, 27 august 2009

new yawk

i spy a cutie pie

the pixies, woodstock. (hahahah naubusan ng creativity re. captioning)


growing old gracefully

switches & locks


SEXINEZZ. you’re welcome.

wednesday, 26 august 2007

one of my favorite couples in the world, carlos and ana. when we were in poland, he was running by proposal ideas with me; it was obvious he wanted everything to be perfect, and it was!

carlos finally proposed on sunday, and caught it on tape. CLICK!

my favorite married couple in the world, sarah upton and hazal yolga.

trying out a new pose.

james’ rockstar fez.

the can you feel the <3 tonight shot of the night: machew & xtina, listening to THEIR SONG.

WASTED.

tuesday 25 august 2009, washington dc.

monday, 24 august 2009

updating from the Boltbus to DC at this moment. Z., my pardner in the art of stirring the pot, is beside me.

But let’s start from the beginning:

mornings are best commenced with a carbfest

um. i looked at fish.

tor's teething little pug, delilah. a dear. except for the fact that she insists on nipping my toes and ankles. EVERY TWO MINUTES.

this reminded me of UP. (oo na nga, mahal ko si lolo. i know i'm getting predictable.)

the sun is up the sky is blue it's beautiful & so are you

ako nga pala si sadako. nice to meet you.

palpak kami ni pia today. got on the wrong trains, didn't get to meet up the people we were supposed to or do the things we had to do for the Bride. pero ika nga ni scarlet o hara, everyone's favorite Southern Biyatch, TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY.

was majorly crashing at this time--hence the hugeass cup of Mcdo coffee.

CrayzehTimez at Bloomingdales: dahil idol ko si michaelangelo. Ang sosi ng mga tao ditwoh! Felt a little bit like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, pre-Gere makeover/de-sluttification. Except unlike our feisty Vivian, I was characteristically manang, of course.

sunday 23 august 2009

repent or perish.

2 spaceships on the R train

with sheets like this, camwhoring is a requirement.

Finance tips from the Messiah, please.

just because.

lost in chinatown

she stayed in this position for about 5 minutes.

my kind of intersection.

guess who's back...

with a vengeance!

Kavlog.

Before anything else, an admission: It’s strange, being in this limbo of unemployment.*

Rewind rewind rewind. Must supply a more accurate continuation of that thought: it’s strange…ly liberating. My darling mother Inday Lou’s worried soliloquies on Margaret’s Directionless Life (& my constant, feeble rebuttal: But I’m taking the Road Less Traveled, ma. Robert Frost and M Scott Peck forever. ) notwithstanding, right now, at this very moment in my life, I am holding on to this freedom that I know will be short-lived. So yes, you can choose to laugh at me/judge me all you want, but my heart is full, I am riding express on the Goodtimes Train **, and anyone is welcome to join me.

That being said, I do feel the need to be productive soon.*** And by ‘productive’ I mean start earning. And by ’soon’ I mean next week. Because a. The Real World beckons, at hindi naman ako isnabera. and b. I am broke. (Just keeping it real!)

Before Margaret’s Life of Direction shall commence, though, there are things to be done. Number one on my Non-Slacking Off List was Cleaning my cluttered hard drive, and whaddyaknow, I did that today. In the process I came across, roughly, a gazillion forgotten videos; it occurred to me that while the videographic remnants of The Life I Lived over the Past 2 Years may not be relevant to anyone else but me, I might as well share them instead of making them fester. So voila, I present the following:

In Vino Veritas: When Life gives you Lemons, Bring on the Tequila and Salt
The Eve of Jeline’s Despedida: Plagued by our own private dramas, we found solace in laughter & Inky de Dios’ secret concoction, a mysterious and lethal drink that we christened Nimfa.

Eh di Magsayaw Nalang Tayo: Wherein our Heroine with the Annoying Voice coerces Her Friends to Dance & surreptitiously records them
Apparently this is what I like to do in my spare time. I had more videos of the same nature but I couldn’t stand listening to my voice anymore. Highlights of this particular compilation include Ms. Morales’ stirring rendition of the Ispaghetti Song, and my thesis advisor doing the shimmy in a shady bar called HORMONE somewhere in the outskirts of Poland.

Minsan lang sila Bata: Child exploitation, brought to you by Yours Truly
Because I have turned into my lolo; I bribe kids with candy just so I can get them to entertain me.

Thank you for the music the songs I’m singing: Buendia versus Darnielle

Chris and I were obscenely late to the Eheads Final Set. There we were, in the car, looking for a parking spot when mothafawkinMagasin comes on (cue Maggie screaming aaaaaah so close yet so farrrrrrrr!!!!),followed by Walang Nagbago (cue Maggie’s HUWAT???? HUWHY AM I NOT THERE?? THIS IS MY SONG), then Maling Akala (cue frantic jaywalking whilst shouting like a crazed harpy: SORREEEEE BUT THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH, then finally Maskara (Cue the abrupt decelerando of Maggie’s heartbeat, then Hmmm. Uh, we can slow down.).

Ely, Raimund, Markus, and Buddy (aka my High School Heroes) were just tiny specks from where we stood, but it didn’t matter. Surprisingly, I didn’t get all teary eyed and sentimental; was simply grateful that I had witnessed something beautiful and historical and final. Also, there was nothing more exhilarating and cathartic than being half-inebriated, singing O DIOS KO ANO BA NAMAN ITO DIBA TANG INA with a pilsen in hand and my brother next to me. god, we still knew every single word to their songs. ang saya saya saya. to the infinite power. salamat, ultraelectromagnetic ones.
—
Zia and I watched The Mountain Goats live, and I must admit that I dragged my feet a little bit because John Darnielle is a close second to Billy Corgan to when it comes to the Nasal Voice department. But I swear to God, I haven’t seen anyone more strangely endearing onstage, with his geeky references to Super Mario and his unselfconscious, Yes-I-have-White-Boy-moves-but-I-don’t-care-dancing. That cold night in October, I listened to This Year for the very first time of my life. And like every person in that small room who was singing that immortal refrain as if it were part-curse, part-credo, i felt as if it had been written for me:

There will be feasting and dancing
in Jerusalem next year

I am going to make it through this year
if it kills me
I am going to make it though this year
if it kills me

Roadtrippin’: Chicken dancing, a dash of Mexican Flavor, and a sobering moment with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Every time I hear Karen O’s plaintive They don’t love you like I love you I remember this afternoon: the five of us all slightly sleepy, squinting through the afternoon sunlight and driving through this strange land of fried food and hyper-Americana and beautiful beautiful mountains.

Life is a box of Chocolates: aka this is the Uncategorized Pile

Because other things were captured too, like the Obama win, and brushing teeth with my friend Carlos, and a poet, ruminating on marital love (We never envied the epic glory of the star-crossed), and opera (La Traviata–which is,about, hahahahaha THE EPIC GLORY OF THE STAR-CROSSED–aka OMG my first real date with Zia, documented!) and a child spouting improvised Warholisms – there is no such thing as real art or fake art. there is only famous art.” and a cruel, windy day in December.

(upon seeing the last clip, Chris said, So. At that moment did you realize that sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world that you feel like you can’t take it? Like your heart’s going to cave in?
I could’ve said Shut up dont be a hata, but I looked at him and said,
actually, now that you say it, yeah. )

* (Freelance Consulting ang tawag diyan, sister. Tsk, tsk, tsk. God. When will you learn The Art of Spin?).

** My most recent activities on the GoodTimes express have included the following: eating breakfast at 2pm & not saying no to helping you with your homework.Taking those stupid Gay/Crush/Marriage/StripperBot quizzes on Fezbook and publishing my results because this is vital information that must be shared. Not to be forgotten: drinking Pilsen with you til past 2 coz that it the Epitome of Funtimez for me.Taking that long bus-boat ride from Dumaguete to Cebu by myself and having coffee and pan de sal as I spaced out and looked at the blue ocean. Coming home. Talking about dumbass showbiz chizums on YM with you-know-who-you-are, and googling the starz that captured our hearts during our childhood years (Symon Soler, Lindsay Custodio (altho if you ask me: Guila Alvarez pa rin), Christelle Roelandts, Jean Garcia circa GMA Supershow & Valiente days) and the ones who irritated the fawk out of us ( i.e. Chucky Dreyfus, Caselyn Francisco, {although: bongga ang theater career ng lola mo ha} Patrick Garcia aka What Was J.M. thinking? etc etc etc ). Telling my stories and not feeling strange or awkward at the sound of my voice, because I have friends who listen. Sitting still and reading — not Lit Theory but actual Lit, goddamnit. Baking cookies until the sun sets, taking random pictures of you and the rest of the world around me, and trying not to give a fuck so much, and maybe by that I mean saying yes to being happy and attempting not to care if anyone thinks this happiness is deserved or not.

(Isn’t it about time we all learned to stop apologizing for our joys?)

And I will continue doing all this and more until this train stops, coz that, akong mga higala, that iswhachucall THE BEAUTY OF UNEMPLOYMENT.

*** (Why? For some reason the voice of the most annoying heroine in recent times, Reality Bites’ Lelaina Pierce, can’t stop ringing in my ears right now:

Leleina (referring to her equally grating soul mate, Troy Dyer): HE. WILL TURN. THIS PLACE. INTO A DEN. OF. SSSSSSLACK.
and objectively, I do have the sinking feeling that I may have turned this house into TroyDyerLand, albeit sans the sarcasm. Irony is so Gen X, it’s just not for me. In the spirit of keeping things real, here’s an incontrovertible truth for you:
My name is Mary Margaret Louise and I’m an uncool, angst-free Gen Y-er. )

P.S.
On an unrelated note, my sister Katie, one of this world’s Beautiful Souls, has a blog:
CLICK HERE AND VISIT. danke schon! uil