Jeni Live in Manila

Note: This is not a recent post. These events happened last year. This was originally a post on my Tumblr, but I accidentally deleted it. I wanted to add a video, but I didn't know how to place photos and videos in one Tumblr post. So, yea. I migrated the post here. Because I'm a big idiot, that's why.

I'm sharing my photos from my adventures in the great old city! It was a rockin' weekend.

Tip!! This was in Trinoma. We were having Taco Bell for dinner.

Bemita ooh lala!

Kirbeiber!

We went to UP Diliman for the UP Underground Music gig. Saw Ciudad and And Bandang Shirley perform live for the first time. It was euphoric.

Tip's dazed face in the Dutdutan 2012 event.

Madame Bemita :))

Gawd, I miss productions. :(

Tip and Bemjo with Shepot

This is a traditional way of tattoo making, also called hand-tapped. The tattoo artist is called the mambabatok.

Another awesome artwork on the making by a mambabatok.

Oh, and I had my first tattoo. :p

This is a baybayin tattoo. I won't tell you what it means. I want it to be mysterious--unless you know about the baybayin alphabet. XD Hehe.

That's Kuya Kim, the tattoo artist. :)

This is a video of my first tatt experience. Bemj and Tip took it. See the blood? Haha! I'm planning to have more, but my mom's still a bit upset. I think I'll wait for another year or two. Ha!

These additional photos are from my friend Sheree. Gotta lover her. And her DSLR. lol.

It's really great to experience new adventures with friends. That was the awesomest weekend this year! I really miss my friends, and I'm glad we had a chance to jega, jega, and more jega. We'll never know. The world might end by December. Better enjoy while we're still alive, young, and happy. As my friends often mockingly quote, these are simple pleasures that are worth our time. :)

On Friendship~

I just can’t understand life - everything about it. One moment you live in a fantasy you think is too damn real. Then a second after, you wake up and realize that yeah, it really was too good to be true.
    I am ordinary, just like everyone else. But I still find myself fortunate, even blessed, to have stuck with the right people in the course of my life. Friends - that’s what I call them. Even way back, I have always known that I’m destined to have good friends. Friends who I share my laughter, “kagagahan”, weird thoughts and stupid opinion of things.
    But I guess, even though others say I’m lucky with my friends, my mind disagrees over the matter. I have friends alright, but I guess It’s all just laughing and making “gaga” over ourselves — nothing deeper. My elementary friends, my high school friends and now my college friends.
    Every one of my circle of friends had a fantastic beginning - with promises of being “friends forever”. Now that phrase is just bullshit to me. Nothing lasts forever. Not life, and surely not friendship. 
    I started convincing myself when I was old enough that there is no such thing as “best friend”. Best friend or not, they still cheat on you, or leave you for someone who’s better to hang out with. I stayed with my friends, but not really staying with them. Know what I mean? No attachments. So that when they leave, I won’t be left bleeding. Sure they are my friends, but they have their own lives now, and I have mine. No use trying to relive what we had five, ten years ago when we have clearly chosen our separate paths. I lived that way, not a care if I have a hell of a friend or not. And then college came.
    I was a nobody entering a very complicated university. I didn’t know anybody. I had to start everything anew. I am not anti-social so I’m expecting to have acquaintances. And then I realized, what I have in the long run are friends. Friends who not only laugh with me, or make “gaga” of ourselves or do stupid stuff. They are the friends who understand me, make me realize what kind of person I am, give constructive criticism whenever I need one.
    Just then, without even knowing it, I find myself attached to them - the way I never felt before. There is a strong sense of dependence, like without them I will be completely lost. I was like in a circle where everything is too good to be true. I didn’t know it then, but the inevitable started to happen gradually — like a sneaky, ugly monster preparing to strike when everyone is unsuspecting.
    Then it just happened. And I am here writing all this stuff, believing that I once again believed in that damned dream-filled ever after. The strong foundation of our friendship began to crumble - unable to sustain itself from the attacks of fate.
    I knew it was a dream.. I knew it.