Evenstcapade: UNLEASHED 2

I am a partyphile and I'm not ashamed of it. I live for the music, the lights, and the dancing. When I found out about this free party called Unleashed, I was thinking about going. When I found out that it's a free, WET AND WILD party? I called up my batchmate from the sorority and told her to come with me.

The long line to get the free bag and facepaint.

Note: I didn't have a proper waterproof case for my Sony so I had to cling wrap the entire thing, lens included. Surprisingly, it worked! Problem was, when it started raining, it was difficult to wipe the lens dry since my clothes were wet and my handkerchief was wet as well. It produced nice photos anyway. I think.

I mean, look at that stage. Honestly it looks bigger in the photo (It wasn't THAT big. Probably just as big as 2/3rds of McDonald's Katipunan).

I came really early so that I can take photos. I wanted to enjoy the night so half of the event was assiduous photo taking madness.

This was at around 6 o'clock in the afternoon. It was already drizzling by then.

By 8pm, the madness started to show up.

The organizers put barrels of water around the area so that you can refill your water guns (which were free by the way).

The party was awesome! Only problem was, I had probably 7 friends who either lost their phones, got their bags stolen, or both. It was a free event so you can't really filter out who goes in and who doesn't.

Til next time!

Not A Love Story: Of Love and War

I was hurt. I am still hurt. I still get shivers down my spine when I think about love. Months of excuses and distractions have done nothing to ease the pain. Losing someone is excruciating, much like a bullet to the head. Your body stops functioning, your mind shuts down, and your spirit simply fades away into the void that it originally was. I tried dating around but I just kept getting hurt over and over again. Men of which who were completely different yet had one thing in common: they always raise the same 2 questions. "Is it you?" or "Is it me?"

Mind you, I am not looking for anything. I'm not desperately looking for a lover. I just want somebody that I can take care of. I just want someone who I can grow with and someone who can help me grow. Despite losing all hope in finding the impossible prince charming, a part of me is still open to the idea. 

Why is it that we continue to seek love even after being hurt by it? I doubt that the idea of learning from your mistakes fully applies since every person is different therefore the same rules don't apply. Why is it that we still want to care?

Caring makes one weak, Loving makes one defenseless. That is because to open one's arms is to be vulnerable. Just like what Jordin Sparks says: "Love is a battlefield". In the many battles that I have fought, I have scars that cover my whole body, mind, and soul. Yet why do I go on? Why do I take risks? The reason is that Love is worth fighting for.

With him, I am at ease. With him, I am free. Together, we move mountains. Together, we change lives. That is how love should be (I think). It stands on trust, latches on to love, and feeds on change.

Love is war. But like war, I hope it happens, at least, only once in a lifetime.

Tearfully yours,

Kat

No. I am not heartbroken.

Despite the many claims that I am, I assure you that I am not heartbroken. I cut mybhair because I won a bet (whuuut??). My friend and I decided to place bets on the world cup finals. He bet for Argentina while I bet for Germany. If he lost, he'd have to shave his head. If i lost, I'd have to cut my hair.

If you didn't know, which I doubt, Germany won the 2014 World Cup. My friend shaved his head the day after. As for me? I decided to chop my lovks anyway. 

Before

AND AFTER. TADAAAAH

Not A Love Story: Uneasy

A whirlwind of feelings raptured me this morning. I woke up finding myself cold, weary and out of breath. The walls and the windows are crying. Of what was built to withstand the tests of time cries like a sick child. Definitely, this IS my house. 

My dog doesn't seem to mind the storm. She refuses let such a thing scare her. I wish it were the same for me. After numerous typhoons that have hit my city, I am still not used to the devastation that it brings. Of all the days that they've hit, not once was I with anyone. In these traumatic times, I've always been alone. 

I'm flooded by messages of "Are you okay?", "How is your family?", "Do you guys have electricity?", and the like. I reply to the ones that don't sound like "Group Messages". The rest, I ignore. There were so many things to fix in the house, replying would have wasted my time.

Despite my laziness and inability to respond in a positive manner (90% chance of replying "SHUT UP. IM BUSY"), I constantly checked my 5c in the hopes that he was worried. But how could he be though? He's a thousand miles away, and has no idea of what's happening here.

I know that I'm supposed to care about how my friends and family are. I do. I really do. Its just that I can't help but be selfish and wonder when he's ever going to message me. I know that everyone is safe and sound. But the storm still lingers in me and I'm still deathly afraid. And need I remind you that I'm alone. I just want to feel safe. Feel at home in this broken house. 

Because like today, my mind is the tempest. 

Then at the very last minute, my phone buzzes.

"Hey."

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Recalculating: Caliraya

AIN'T NO CALI LIKE AN ISAW CALI.

~Uh. Okay. That sounded better in my mind. Anyway.

I went to Lake Caliraya, Laguna recently with my barkada (clique) recently. Thank you to the Lee family for being so hospitable and amazing. Thank you Pong for teaching me how to jetski and ALMOST KILLING  ME IN THE PROCESS WHEN YOU DECIDED TO GO THROUGH YOUR TRAINING COURSE WITH ME STILL ON. Thank you to my lovely barkada for making our trip one hell of an experience.

Cali group A (we all came in 3 cars at 3 different times. Cali A arrived in the morning. Cali B arrived mid afternoon. Cali C arrived at the evening) Back to front left to right: Kiko, Carla, Tapel, Me, Pong.

The beautiful and serene Lake Caliraya. See the shore? Thats mud. See the canoes? I slipped and fell beside those motherfuckers. IT WAS SO SLIPPERY.

Okay so Pong owned a couple of jet skis and one of them had this boat thing attached to it. We rode off to an area in the lake where the view was spectacular and the winds were strong. THEN WE OPENED BOTTLES OF BEER AND BOXES OF CIGARETTES, YKNOW. CUZ YOLO.

We had SO MUCH TIME to spare so we decided to takes selfies.

And then we realized that it would be neat to take selfies on the grass (I have no idea why though. At that time, it seemed like it was an awesome idea).

Apparently, masmaganda daw yung colors.

Um. Okay...

The girls with Pong's dad. 

OKAY CAN I JUST SAY, I'VE NEVER BEEN SO AMUSED WITH A BANANA BOAT EVER. Imagine riding a regular old banana boat. Perfectly fine right? Well then, imagine riding a perfectly normal banana boat with a GOLD MEDALIST JET SKI RACER WHO HAPPENS TO BE IN THE TOP 5 IN THE PHILIPPINES. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW HARD WE FUCKING FELL. AND THIS IS FRESHWATER, NOT SALT WATER. Thank you, Pong. Thank you for making banana boats under my "extreme recreational sports" category.

This is a photo of very wasted people. There is this area which seems like a tidal island (its high enough for you to stand) so we decided to "park" the boats and drink there for a bit. You can check the video on what it looks like *video is at the end of this post*

You guys all know that I love the water. So I think this shot is just absolutely perfect.