Happy mother’s day mama and mommy!! I know you won’t be able to see this so I’ll be extra sweet. Hahaha!! I love you so much mama. And I care so much about you. I am aware of the sacrifices you’re making for our family and I’ll never forget that. I know I’m not the best daughter because I seldom follow you. Buhok ko palang eh. But don’t worry, I don’t like it too. =)) Papaayos ko promise. Soon. =)) I never said this to you but you’re the best mom in the world because even if you’re not that healthy anymore, you still do stuff for us. And again, because of your sacrifices. Ikaw ang super sa lahat ng super moms!! Wala kang katulad. I love you so much mama!! And to mommy, I love you so much! I never thought that you were that successful in your life. I’m proud of you. I’m proud to be your apo. Happy mother’s day to your moms, guys!! Cheers!! (oops liquor ban lol)
This post is telling you a lie.
11
May
April 1, 2013
(old photo)
This could be the perfect photo to describe how I feel today. Black and white, sentimental raindrops and faded sky. Today, I came to the point of staring at nothing thinking about shits. It’s like a moment where I would very much appreciate John Mayer if he’ll suddenly do a sexy guitar solo. That kind of feeling. Raindrops in the photo scattered as how ideas, feelings and realizations are mixed up in my mind. I never thought I would feel this again in such a short period of time. I lost the losing fight.
Committing is giving yourself to the other. Giving by means of giving what the other expects of you or simply, what the other needs. But of course, you’re only supposed to give it if it’s reasonable. (Don’t be a stupid sick puppy in love.) And this is how it works for me. These shits were what I learned before because I didn’t give the other things that were expected from me. All I saw were bullshit unnecessary things that were pleaded to me and seeing things that way returned fire bullshits on my face.
As how the photo’s messed up, that’s how messed up my feelings are. I just don’t know what to feel. I’m always weak.
Considerably, *insert a feeling*.
jelitodeleon:
A documentary that explores the question, “In the age of Instagram, what sets a professional photographer apart?”
Directed by Andy Newman.
Featuring Andria Lindquist and Cory Staudacher.
Cinematography by Andy Newman and Zach Frankart.
Original music written and performed by Jonathan Haidle.
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— Stumbled upon this video on Vimeo today. Definitely worth watching.
The Thrill of the Unknown
Uncertainty – it’s one of the sad truths about life. In chess, you make a move without knowing what your opponent could do to block your move and stop your plan. And that uncertainty is what makes the game more fun and exciting. Same as true in life, we have uncertainties that make us hope and give us expectations. Without this feeling of being uncertain, life would be boring because we’ll always know what’s next.
June 2009, first day of school – this was like flipping a new page in a book to the next chapter. It was the start of my 4 years of high school life where fun, excitement and discoveries are abundant. I was one of the kids who were excited about high school. I wanted this adrenaline rush “you only live once” moments with my friends. In my first year as a high school student, a lot happened. I started to know things about the present youth – wild open parties, hard drinks, cocktails, kids sneaking their parents’ car, losing your virginity is possible at the age of 14 or 15, magical prom, once in a lifetime ball and a hell lot more. (Disclaimer: I only knew them. I didn’t do them except drinking hard drinks in parties. Insert the hashtag “Medyo Badass”. Hahaha!) I really thought these things can only be done by jackass high school students in the movies. But it is really possible and shits really happen.
I myself too did some “you only live once” stuff in my high school life. Like for example, those sneaky cutting classes by roaming around with my friend around the 3 floors of our high school building during elective class, going up to my school’s rooftop with my friends and my girlfriend (It was illegal in our school to do so. I guess.), drinking alcohol in school, eating during classes, bringing my cell phone to school everyday, taking photos of my teacher while discussing in class using my phone back at sophomore year, doing video calls with my college friend during class back at junior year and maybe more. I was one of those kids who didn’t care about the consequences of my actions. But on the bright side of these bittersweet things, I got the excitement I was looking for and had fun riding the rollercoaster ride of my high school life. When I say “rollercoaster” I mean, rollercoaster. Whew!
During my 4 years, I met people I never thought I’d get along especially this senior year. Having friends in the lower batches was really not my thing. I don’t know why but I just really don’t feel comfortable when I’m with them before. But now, I have friends from 1st year to 3rd year and my girlfriend is in junior year! And for me, that’s something. These friends I recently knew are now actually one of the people I really trust especially my junior year friends. On the other hand, having IV-2 as my last class is I think, destiny. It sounds cheesy but I really do think it is destiny. I never felt home in school except with this class that I had for 2 years. The inside jokes we shared, the catchphrase “not one less” and more. In this class, no one really gets left behind.
In my 4 years of fun and excitement, I’ll never forget the low grades I never had in grade school, those late afternoon stays in school with my best friends, those sentimental and happy moments with my class, my great band that never got the chance to play during bandfests, the teachers who taught me not only academic stuff but also life lessons, the sound system of my school, III-5 2012-2013, my classmates, batch night and more. I’ll always remember St. Theresa’s College as the home I always had.
I am about to leave this home in exactly 7 days. I will never know what the future has for me to offer. And I can say that this unknown and uncertainty excites me to live and seek for more more everyday. ☺
The Theresian Student Council 2012 - 2013
Palpal-latoc, Cruz, Abog, Pimentel, Velante, Bunagan, Montano, Ganal, Chua
Editor-in-Chief of Theresian Publication: Ablaza
Kasamahan Leader: Navarro
