MIXTAPE: You Know It When You Feel It
Have you ever had that feeling of certainty? Like when you finally know what you want, and what you will be looking for. If yes, then this is it.
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MIXTAPE: You Know It When You Feel It
Have you ever had that feeling of certainty? Like when you finally know what you want, and what you will be looking for. If yes, then this is it.
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Slide by lacueto Via Flickr: I swear, this app makes any photos worth of a share.
Discovered this paid photo app âGudakâ and I swear it makes every photo worthy of a share.
91117 | I took myself out on date.
..with no concrete plans. All I want was just to get out of the house and try to do things I have never done before. I went out to ran some errands, bought myself my go to iced drink, gone back and forth around SLEX enduring the rainy weather, and was able to try and watch a movie alone for the first time. It was good. Iâm quite hesitant at first but iâll definitely do it again. I just have to work on my indecisiveness though.
12617 | Tried boxing for the first time today!
Always facinated with pine trees / Tagaytay, January 2017
Found this photo while cleaning my folders. This was taken in the middle or work last year at Group Study PH-TUP event. Haggard! Haha Photo taken by Wenz Murillo
HIGH ON HIGH STREET
This was taken during our last âoutâ at High Street. We left so many memories there. During college, we always go out on High Street for our Advertising Photography class. I think we came to a point that we were making our subject and projects as an excuse to go there and hang out up until the morning.
The first time we did that was during an external project for the class. We have to take part as an official coverage for a fun run. We got there around 10pm and ate and watched a football game and roam around the streets while kids in skateboards hang along the other side of the pathway. We havenât slept at all! So during the event that morning we were so sleepy we didnât even finished the awarding. Haha
The next trips were about just hanging out and taking photos here and there. But highlights of those nights werenât really the âproject makingâ but the âside tripsâ we did - gelato nights, killing time browsing books in fullybooked, walking along the pathways, crossing from street to streets, and feeling sleepy until we finally realize we need sleep.
Ahhh, how can these kind of things flake? It saddens me that the memories we make will turn into just dots in the future. But even if its just a dot, a gb canât be a gb without a kb right?
Fortune Island, Nasugbu, Batangas.
/ June 2015
Let me try this again.
And so I was viewing some blogs to get inspiration from. Just to share, I am currently in the middle of fixing (or more likely trying out) a literary blog which has been a long time goal of mine to do but only had gotten a time to do recently. But thatâs another story.
Anyway, as I was reading and looking out on those blogs, I suddenly realized that I am really not for that type of writing; the kind of whom to share every whereabouts and every destinations. Well yeah sure I âtriedâ doing that way back but it only occured to me just now why it hasnât been working everytime iâm trying it out - itâs just not me. Sure, I would love to share everything on a blog and tell the whole world all my experiences but it always comes back to my rants and life realizations and everything in between. I know im so lazy on updating and bringing my slr with me and taking photos of everywhere I go that is blog worthy, uploading heavy high res files to make the blogpost appealing, and telling a story on each and every photo. Thatâs the goal sure, but thatâs just not me.
âEh sino ba ako?â, myself asked myself. To answer the question, I havent yet to figure out that yet but I know that what I had realized today answered a lifelong goal of mine that is needed to be re-furbished.
But I am not staying away from blogging since it had been my shelter during emo nights and happy times. I think I can do vain life updates once in a while or post my rants here in there or maybe share random life realizations once but not the blogger I thought I ought myself to be. I had gotten hold the Literary Editor position on our school paper during highschool and I think this is, until now, my writing forte. I might as well stick to that so shall the rest to follow.
Being the organized and sort of OC that I am, all my wordplays and other literary/fiction works be posted on a separate blog. As if someone cares. (But please please please please do check it out here: http://lawrites.tumblr.com/) I accept comments, suggestions, and even criticisms!
Also, deleting old posts to give way to my new (I hope this will be the last) refurbished tumblr account. Reviving this one to see if I belong here.
Cheers to new beginnings and life long goals! đ
1:05am There are so many thoughts going on in my mind but only one feeling reside: I feel worthless. Nights like this when I don't know how to sort everything out. Everything feels like a flaked memory turning into ashes... And I don't know which of which should I pick up first. I know I'm used to this. Nights when I am sad and crying because of a lot of things. Nights when all I do is cry so as I could fall asleep. I have issues I know. But remembering that I am not used to that kind of set up anymore makes me even more sad. That whenever I am sad there is someone I can talk to and share all my rants and ramblings about. And those nights were not like this anymore today. Everything feels new. Three x three the sadness. But then again, looking back, all I could see is myself. Flaking desperately. I am the flaked memory of my own memory. And the thought that nobody could save me from flaking makes me fall down even more. I'm a mess. Sorry.
I wish you tell me things. Not that I need it, but because I want you to. The thought of knowing it all makes me feel trusted and worthy of every word you'll say. I wish you tell me things. Because the fact that I know what you think makes me feel important and safe and that I am part of you. That we are one. That we are both, still, on the same ride. I sometimes may object or correct you, but know that I always listen. I wish you tell me things. But you don't. And I am not sure if you will so soon.
/ Mines View Park, Baguio 2014
You look so âpineâ..
/ Baguio 2014
We were slowly turning into something different - something unworthy and something bad. This is not us. This is not what we wanted us to be and how we had see things. We were becoming our own monsters. And my issues are going along with it, slowly coming back. I hate this. I don't want us to grow like this. This isn't us. We might both lose if we keep on manipulating this. I don't like this. Do you?
This How I Met Your Mother scene from season 9 is definitely one of my favorites. <3
Today, I learned that it's not flowers and hearts everyday but It can end as normal as it was if both of you chooses to. One mustn't leave one alone - balance is a very much important key.