Although, I must admit that it wasn't as glamorous as you may expect it to be.
After an unexpected turn of events, classes have been suspended today and here I am again, back in front of the computer screen, typing and blabbering away about the latest adventure I've had recently. I just wanted to share with you some pictures of my day out with five of my best friends and the quirkiest personalities to ever walk the Earth, as we kicked off the start of the coldest month of the year in one of the chilliest places in the metro: SM Megamall's ice skating rink! Although, I must admit that it wasn't as glamorous as you may expect it to be. Quite a lot like the Harry bit of the Night Changes music video (!!!): it was loads of fun at first...but that was before the shrieking, complaining, ranting and even some crying here. My friend Jammy (the one to my left in this dandy little picture) and I lacked the basic balance and coordination skills needed to keep ourselves from falling on the cold ice. Most of the time, we questioned why we were even there in the first place and I bet it came to a point where our other friends decided to just drop us off at the waiting area while they had fun triple lutz-ing aroud the venue. Things fortunately ended on a good note: How could things go wrong when you're with five of the best people in the world? Shoutout to my friends for being such good spirits, and for bearing with my incessant nagging. I can truly count on them to have my back both on and off the ice. Love you all to bits and pieces! Oh, look. It's me hanging on for dear life. As you can see, 0% experience in ice skating. In other news, I was supposed to make y'all a Pop Punk start of the Christmas season-themed playlist, but I feel that it is my duty and responsibility to convince you all to listen to One Direction's FOUR. Despite its straight to the point and somewhat unconvincing name, I guarantee that it is nothing but a top-notch expert blend of ballads and party anthems. It will exceed all your bubblegum pop, teenybopper trash expectations from them and might just be enough to make you fall in love with them. I can't really choose a specific favorite to recommend, as I love them all and listen to them on repeat for three hours each day... but I'm currently vibing Girl Almighty and Change Your Ticket. And since I cannot find any decent FOUR playlist to embed, I'll just leave you with the absolutely brilliant and swoon-worthy Night Changes music video.
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Hi. This is my dad, and his name is Art. He's about six feet tall, and looks like a thirty to thirty-five year old man, but he actually just turned 50 today. From afar, you'd see him and think that he's Richard Gere aka the leading man in the hit chick flick, Pretty Woman. His head of hair is short and curly, and resembles a handful of salt and pepper mixed together. When he's not wearing his thick-rimmed glasses, you could easily see that his eyes are quite chinky—one of the many physical attributes I got from him—and are barely even seen when he smiles. He has a normal shaped nose just like mine, and a smile that could light up New York City after dark—excuse the G.R.L. reference that you might not even get—and can cure all the infected ebola patients in the world. He has an improving taste in fashion, slowly replacing his thirty black shirts with long-sleeved flannel and polos. Plus, he always makes sure to allot a portion of his free time to shine his shoes and gel his hair into place before we leave the house. He seems to be the most no-nonsense person in the world. He can come home from work, still dressed in his intimidating barong Tagalog, and go off in tangents about current events I have no knowledge about. He likes talking with this deep look of concentration on his face, and can easily give off the impression of being a square killjoy. But, the same person people usually find really serious can also hear the first four notes of Fancy on the radio, and instantly blurt out that it's that Iggy Azalea song. He likes long drives, to the point of regularly having coffee at a Krispy Kreme branch along NLEX and going to Baguio with his family thrice a year. He is probably the only male in the world who does not know how to play basketball (excluding all boys aged 0-2). He has this mindset that all music made in the 80s are masterpieces, and refuses to entertain any mainstream artists. He shops longer than my mom and I do: he goes back and forth trying out every size of a certain shirt, or every black shoe he sees on a rack. News flash: He never ends up buying anything. He has three kinds of laughs: a half-open mouth kind which he often gives out during uncomfortable situations, a halfhearted one which he uses when he can't get the punchline of my jokes and my favorite, which is something that comes from his stomach and escapes from his mouth as a loud bellow of happiness. Plus, he is the best father in the most unconventional kind of ways. And yes, your argument is invalid.
He can whip up the /best/ inihaw na baboy, yet also undoubtedly gives out all the well-cooked parts to my mom and me. He can sacrifice getting stuck in traffic for two and a half hours and arriving to work later than usual just for my One Direction concert tickets. He can listen to me drone on for hours on end about topics that I am completely positive that he is not interested about, yet manage to laugh and sympathize with me at all the right times. He can work tirelessly for around fifty hours a week just to give his family the life he believes they deserve, but can also make sure to never miss an occasion held in my school where he may be needed (such as my Merit ceremonies / recollections / family days and the like). He can choose to bear the weight of all the problems I face as a fourteen year-old, just to make sure that I don't get crushed beneath them. Gosh, looking back at it, my dad does so much for me that it would take eternities to put them all into words. I never really get to tell or show him everyday just how much he means to me, and how I'd literally be nothing without him (idk, I'd probably be like... a cloud? Or an insect?), so yeah I guess this is the perfect opportunity to say thank you, Dad! Thank you for everything you've done, do and will probably continue to do for me, even if I am at times undeserving of all your love, care, concern and support. You may not have saved a dog in a fire or survived two World Wars, but I will always look up to you and consider you as my hero. And even if I end up marrying a boy band member someday and will eventually grow up to be an *insert career here* with *insert number* kids, you'll always be my #1 man, and I'll always be your Pugag!!! (That was an inside joke, everyone. Please carry on.) Hooray!!! STAY STRONG, STAY GOLD AND STAY BRILLIANT!!! I love you so much and hope you have a capital G-Great day!!! Photos taken by: Jing Martinez (aka Mom) Edited using VSCOcam | Filter: C1, saturated and brightened Blouse: Penshoppe / Jeans: Forever 21 / Shoes: Topshop If you have any comments, suggestions, inquiries or requests, feel free to contact me on my Twitter and Instagram: @angxlmartinez. |