"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are."

Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (via wordsnquotes)

You said you’ll always be on my side,

but where were you as I try so hard not sob soundly as the world falls apart on me?

Streets.

The time has come for me to go seek for more adventures; now that my college life started.

I have actually done good for the first 2 days of attending my new school, and I don’t regret anything so far, besides from not bringing my camera as I lurk the streets of Makati with some of my new friends.

For the time being, most people are entitled to stay in their homes due to the storm that hit our country. But I guess I just wanted to feel free and tell the world (or just fill up my blogspace, no biggie) what I’ve been up to recently.

This just in, I fell in love with the streets of Makati. And if a place falling in love with a person’s feelings towards itself is possible, I hope it did. 

I love the art painted on the walls of the underpass I go through, the warm yet bearable heat the environment gives, the people walking all over the place off to different destinations, the fine work of beauty of the buildings everywhere to be seen, the cars rushing on the roads, the ayala triangle and the kind of green it gives, the freedom you feel as you walk around the place, discovering new commute routines, and so much more!

As The 1975 says, if you want to find love then you know where the city is.

Oh the perks of being a slight probinsyana.

For the past days I’ve been waking up way too early and having the bus I ride in travel for an hour for me to arrive in my destination….which, by the way, is a real hardship in my part. Being a nocturnal person and staying up all night for that’s when my creative juice comes flowing.

But it has it’s positives. I met new friends and actually had the time to go have milk tea and just waste time chattering around, sharing each other stories and first impressions and what we really are as human beings.

I doubt anyone is even reading this.

So yeah, that’s what’s been up. 

The sky above me and it’s metaphor

I remember that particular day when I walked at one of my favorite spots in the village where I live in, where the painted colors on the skies are clearly seen on the view before me as the wind tousles my hair while I listen to my “chill but feels” playlist.

I can’t help but notice that the sky before me was just a mix of different shades of blue, and nothing else. It was actually kind of sad since I loved it every time the skies makes a masterpiece with different kinds of color palettes. 

And I keep on walking as I listen to my tunes…then felt something behind me, so the natural thing to do was to turn around. 

When I did, I saw the sky behind me was the most colorful I have ever seen. As if it painted a very wild showpiece and I ended up creating a hurricane of thoughts myself.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I learned something in here. And it’s that we cannot see the future which leaves us a plain canvas, and it’s up to us to paint more, and when I turned around and saw the sky that’s pretty much more colorful than the one I first faced just so means that we human beings have been way through many multicoloured adventures. We painted that sky by gong on through thick and thin… And it’s really beautiful to see.

So…yeah. I guess don’t regret what you’ve been through; good or bad. Since from where you’re standing at right now, you can just look at the beautifully made canvas you did and say “that’s what I’ve been through”

And yes, I know in particular that I’m not really good with words as much as the wordsmiths out there, but yeah I’m trying my best and I just do hope that you get what I mean.

I am just aroundBut cannot be easily found.What am I?I am lost.
I rudely go through walls,and nothing can stop me.What am I?I am a ghost.
I can hold so much,Until I get enough.What am I?I am a part of me.
I am rememberedas time goes by.What am I?I am a memory.
What am I, really?Don’t you see?I am a fiction of my imagery,a lost ghost,that makes me rememberthe part of methat is now justa memory.

I am just around
But cannot be easily found.
What am I?
I am lost.

I rudely go through walls,
and nothing can stop me.
What am I?
I am a ghost.

I can hold so much,
Until I get enough.
What am I?
I am a part of me.

I am remembered
as time goes by.
What am I?
I am a memory.

What am I, really?
Don’t you see?
I am a fiction of my imagery,
a lost ghost,
that makes me remember
the part of me
that is now just
a memory.

The sky above me painted a beautiful hurricane,similar to what I’ve just been through.

The sky above me painted a beautiful hurricane,
similar to what I’ve just been through.

Senses
I am your ear,you are my words,willing to listen to your every emotion,understanding your utmost perceptions.
I am your eyes,you are the colorful skies,the beauty all over my sight,yet the dark negativity deep inside.
I am your adorable nose,you are the good smelling flowers,making me appreciate your every quality,the existence of your every worthy.
I am your tongue,you are my sour candy,not as bad as it can be,yet one of the adored confectionery.
I am your hands,you are my strength,the reason for my strong being,avoiding the hurt and the aching.
// t.p.

Senses

I am your ear,
you are my words,
willing to listen to your every emotion,
understanding your utmost perceptions.

I am your eyes,
you are the colorful skies,
the beauty all over my sight,
yet the dark negativity deep inside.

I am your adorable nose,
you are the good smelling flowers,
making me appreciate your every quality,
the existence of your every worthy.

I am your tongue,
you are my sour candy,
not as bad as it can be,
yet one of the adored confectionery.

I am your hands,
you are my strength,
the reason for my strong being,
avoiding the hurt and the aching.

// t.p.

Anonymous asked: How do you do that kinds of photos?

Which one? The typography or the ones I usually take using my Nikon?

I made something yesterday…

I made something yesterday…

She’s one of the beautiful butterflies that fluttered inside people’s stomachs…specifically, when one gets involved with personal love stories. She finds joy when she makes people’s stomach flutter with triumph and love mixed together.

Her delight was other people’s happiness when they find the right person for themselves.

But this butterfly fell in love with a parasite. They had good and bad times, but in the end, it only took advantage of the butterfly’s feelings. And shortly, the bright bloom inside of her soon turned darker, the hurt felt like someone stepped on her wings, making her unable to fly around. She had punctured wings that took some time before it regained it’s natural state.

She then realized that maybe it was better if she stayed inside people’s stomachs and just continue guiding their love stories, to avoid the pain she once felt before.

She’s one of the beautiful butterflies that fluttered inside people’s stomachs…specifically, when one gets involved with personal love stories. She finds joy when she makes people’s stomach flutter with triumph and love mixed together.
Her delight was other people’s happiness when they find the right person for themselves.
But this butterfly fell in love with a parasite. They had good and bad times, but in the end, it only took advantage of the butterfly’s feelings. And shortly, the bright bloom inside of her soon turned darker, the hurt felt like someone stepped on her wings, making her unable to fly around. She had punctured wings that took some time before it regained it’s natural state.
She then realized that maybe it was better if she stayed inside people’s stomachs and just continue guiding their love stories, to avoid the pain she once felt before.

June 7, 2014

I had the best weekend so far with my best friends at ATC!

I’m sorry for the lack of HD photos, by the way. Most of it were taken from Ken’s iphone since bringing my DSLR will be a pain in the ass for me.

Anyway, I cried when I read the book (TFIOS), but I sobbed so hard when I watched the movie. It’s really funny since the theatre was packed and I can hear sobs that weren’t even coming from me! Let’s also not forget the people who were making funny squealing noise in the cinema.

If you’re going to watch TFIOS, I suggest you bring someone…. a crying buddy perhaps. And for the ones who already watched the movie and did not even got teary eyed….manhid po kayo.

After the movie, we roamed around and then Liabel, Ken, Enya, and I got Gen. Ad. Tickets for Allison Harvard and Tim Yap’s. Then went to this newly built photobooth/studio in ATC. We couldn’t get our photos taken yet since we have to watch Allison get interviewed by Tim first. Sam, Nikki, and Chloe wasn’t really interested with the interview and such so they “roamed” around atc instead.

While waiting for the “show” to start, a girl asked if we wanted to move in front of the gen ad area…. we weren’t really interested since she wanted us to move where there’s a big block hindering us from having a clear view of the stage. But then she asked if we wanted to meet Allison and Tim… she left and then after a while, called us from behind to give us free VIP and Meet n greet tickets! We were fan girling and instantly went in front. How could this day get any better?

So the show went on and there was only a minimum amount of energy from the crowd, but we were really noisy n stuff. Tim Yap talking on stage asked for party music and we were slightly dancing from our seats. He actually said that he loved the energy from us girls 2 times.

And when it was time for the meet and greet, we went on stage first since the others were moving slow….I get to hug them both and they smell SO GOOD. We had our pictures taken and even had a selfie with them using Ken’s iphone. Talked to them for a short period of time then went off the stage. We were still fangirling!

Then it was finally time to get our photos taken so we went where the photobooth/studio is located, but the two (enya wasn’t with us already… she’s Liabel’s sister btw) wanted to go to the rest room first…

…little did I know that they were plotting something.

(Medyo nahalata ko na talaga sila pero I was still clue less)

Anyway let’s skip to the good part, after going to the rest room and seeing some really interesting stuff in Rustan’s, we went back to the photobooth and was suddenly blindfolded on the way there. I was really blind for a short while and actually tripped for a few times. They asked me to opened the blindfold already and saw them lined up holding up a cloud that says “OKAY?” which is related to the movie we just watched earlier! I was so happy and they sang happy birthday even though it was a few days ago. They gave me donuts from JCO which we shared, and a Lannisters shirt from Perfect White Shirt!

We had our photos taken then was asked to come back to take them after 45 minutes, so we roamed for the remaining time, talked, laughed, ate, and more.

The day was really great! I was emotionally unstable but everything ended well! 

I did not write all the things that happened but meh I’m surprised if you actually read all of this.

Yup. And the next day, I was at ATC again….with my family. We watched Maleficent!

……yup.

I am your airspace, the silence above you.

I hope you see beauty like the tint in skies’ hues,
trying to put colour in your gloomy blues. 

THE STORM AND HURRICANE
She’s proclaimed as a storm with skin,since she got stronger after all that’s been.She came into his life tumultuously,bringing uproars that weakened him slowly.
But he was an enormous hurricane;came into her life with a sudden pain.He brought such violent wind,a thing she could never have rescind.
Yet she did nothing to impede or prevent,he turned her from nothing to fragment.But the hurricane fell in love with the storm,time passed by, she soon felt the same.
But storms and hurricanes can come to a halt,over a period of time with unexpected fault.Both were horrible, yet artful,nevertheless, together they were unstoppable.

THE STORM AND HURRICANE

She’s proclaimed as a storm with skin,
since she got stronger after all that’s been.
She came into his life tumultuously,
bringing uproars that weakened him slowly.

But he was an enormous hurricane;
came into her life with a sudden pain.
He brought such violent wind,
a thing she could never have rescind.

Yet she did nothing to impede or prevent,
he turned her from nothing to fragment.
But the hurricane fell in love with the storm,
time passed by, she soon felt the same.

But storms and hurricanes can come to a halt,
over a period of time with unexpected fault.
Both were horrible, yet artful,
nevertheless, together they were unstoppable.

As I browse through the photos I have taken all over my High School years, I reminisce all the memories that will never happen again. 

So I’ve figured why not do a blogpost about this?

Some things I will miss in my old Alma Matter

  • Valdocco, Valsalice, Mirabello, and Miyazaki!
  • Visiting the chapel before my day starts
  • Wearing white shoes inside the designated places (they’re VERY comfy)
  • The kind of green the field brings to us students
  • Nutrition, Science, and Technical month
  • Celebrating Buwan Ng Wika
  • The random soundtrips that happen inside the classroom
  • The chatter every recess and lunch time at the school corridors
  • Shooting for school-related projects, Echoes, and Bosconian Click
  • Sleeping and eating secretly with friends during class
  • Sabayang Pagbigkas practices
  • Christmas celebrations
  • Foundation week and it’s perks
  • Field demonstrations!
  • PROM
  • Frog Dissection, HAHA!
  • Intramurals with the matching BM Bazaar
  • The world in a capsule
  • The SDC office
  • The library
  • Close teachers
  • Friends and the tambayans
  • Free canteen soup
  • The cold the rain brings in our campus
  • The gumamelas that grow in the school bushes
  • Picture takings

And of course, BOSCON14N.

There’s a heck lot of more I will miss, even the smallest things have the greatest impacts. But mentioning each and every single one of it will take my whole blog space. 

Don’t get me wrong, I kind of hated my school for some reasons, but no matter what happens, I will never forget the experience and the fun I used to have in my old Alma Matter.

Once a Bosconian is always a Bosconian, and I will continue doing my ordinary duties extraordinarily well as I go on with life. I forgot most of the subjects lessons, but Don Bosco’s sayings will always be with me. :)

Because I had fun with my friends before the month of May ended. :)
Unfortunately, we were still incomplete. We’re really having a hard time being complete every time we go out together since Chloe and Sam already attends class. Nikki and Ken will be going to school this month of June as well, and that leaves me and Liabel hanging. (My classes start in July while Liabel’s is still in August)
Anyway, today’s adventure consisted of:
Dancing actively in Timezone’s dance central
played around the arcade
had so much fun photo whoring at the photobooth
Shared stories
Filled up my craving tank with milk tea from serenitea
Ate my heart out with street food
and more!
I love my pigs. <3 

Because I had fun with my friends before the month of May ended. :)

Unfortunately, we were still incomplete. We’re really having a hard time being complete every time we go out together since Chloe and Sam already attends class. Nikki and Ken will be going to school this month of June as well, and that leaves me and Liabel hanging. (My classes start in July while Liabel’s is still in August)

Anyway, today’s adventure consisted of:

  • Dancing actively in Timezone’s dance central
  • played around the arcade
  • had so much fun photo whoring at the photobooth
  • Shared stories
  • Filled up my craving tank with milk tea from serenitea
  • Ate my heart out with street food

and more!

I love my pigs. <3