#iamellexor

[iamellexor]

I've been on my blog for an hour now, rereading, scanning through my photographs and i feel nostalgic all of the sudden. I miss eveything.

I miss Blogging everyday like i used to, years ago. Things have changed since i went away for college, where internet isn’t always free, and school consumes my time 24/7.

I miss my Camera! And who doesn’t fall in love with a 50mm lens! I miss going out for a couple of hours everyday just to take pictures and be free. Come home feeling giddy to update my blog with fresh photographs and tell stories.

I miss having my Thought Book, which is my only friend whenever i’m feeling anxious, happy, excited or sad. Or whenever i just feel like doodling or jotting quotes and feel inspired.

I miss Writing whatever that pops out in my mind and actually feel liberated though not intending to gain much attention since i am not a writer at all, but to just actually unleash my imagination. 

All things come and go, it’s just a matter of time. Sometimes you have to lose some things, those unnecessary ones or even the most important things for you, to make room for better ones that could actually help you grow and learn. There are things i lost. I mean material things, like my camera and the Thought Book (i lost them in the flood) and also habits like writing and taking photographs. I made room for things that matters (for now) like school (which consumes so much of my time since i am an Architecture student and things pretty well get messed up if i don’t prioritize my plates which means never-ending projects and sleepless nights btw) and saving money for my future.

I lost it. I lost myself. I was the kind of a young kid who used to tell people (or tumblr) that ‘go, live!’. I always blog about not losing interest in things that makes you happy, like taking photographs or having a short walk along the neighborhood or travel and meet new people. Yet here i am. Feeling anxious about tomorrow. Having back pains doing plates. Befriending caffeine. I have a camera on my side but i never got to use it for how long?

IDK.

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Tag by iamellexor:

Ikalawang hirit! Haha. Tagging random people part two. Leggo!

Rules:

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Answer the questions who tagged you and write 11 questions by yourself.

Tag 11 people and link them in your post.

Tell them you tagged them.

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1. If you get a tattoo what would it be?

     I don't want to get a tattoo. Lol

2. Choose: Poor but happy or Rich but alone? Oh, seriously?

     Poor but happy, I guess. I do not know why. But then there's poverty and world hunger so the most practical choice is Rich but alone. lol

3. If you want to meet a blogger who would it be?

    CARLOS PABLO. HAHAHAHA

4. What do you want to be when you reach 30?

    Working for a sports company as a physical therapist. Bohaha. Or an interior designer in Paris. Char.

5. Do you think you’ll still be friends with your friends now the next 10 years?

    I sure do hope so. 

6. What was the craziest thing you’ve done without regrets?

    Ah. Nung tumakas ako sa bahay at like 10pm tapos nagjoyride with Kuya Chua at Abette. Lol. Though hindi ako napagalitan kasi wala namang nakapansin. Meheh. >:)

7. If you could redo / undo something with your life what would it be?

   I do not know. You learn from your mistakes kasi. Pero maybe I would want to finish my test nung USTET. Huhuhu

8. If you are given 3 wishes what would you wish for? (material things)

   First, DSLR Camera. OMG. Yung pang pro. Lol.

   Second, Electric Guitar with Amp na pati yung inaapakan na thingy tapos Violin na may amp dock. Lol

    Third, an iPad and a Kindle HD. Bohaha.

9. Are you contented with your life right now?

      Yepppp.

10. Are you willing to sacrifice your money over your happiness?

      It depends.

11. Tell me about your inner self.

       Scared. Alone. Depressed.

    MY QUESTIONS:

1. Would you rather be stupid or an idiot? Why?

2. If you had three wishes. What would it be?

3. Would you rather be a pig or a rat? Why?

4. If you had a special power, what would it be?

5. What’s your favorite shoe brand?

6. Would you rather die of STD or get hit by a truck? Why?

7. What’s the name of your barkada?

8. Where do you go to school? Course? Year?

9. USA or Europe? Why?

10. Eat: a bowl of Bacon or a gallon of ice cream? 

11. Do you think you are awesome? Why?

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Tag by chocolat-larmes-enduits:

Rules:

Post the rules

Answer the questions by the person who tagged you and write 11 questions by yourself.

Tag 11 people and link them in your post.

Tell them you tagged them

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Dream guy/girl?

           Sweet and caring. Funny and kind. He's always going to be there when I need him and he will make me smile. :

      2. Favorite book? Why?

           Favorite book? Uhhh. Favorite series maybe? Hihi. The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare. Though I love the second book. I haven't gotten the chance to read the third book pa kasi. :( I love it simply because of James Carstairs. 

       3. Favorite scene from a movie? Why?

            Uhhh. I have none. Mehehe. 

       4. Why did you sign up on Tumblr?

           It was for diary purposes. I thought TUmblr was like a personal thingy where you can write your thoughts down. Haha. And then I started doing book reviews and then BAM. 

       5. Best moment in life so far?

          There a lot actually. Because every time that I spend with my friends and my family are always the best moments of my life. Hihi

      6. Worst moment in life so far?

           It's when I broke our camera. Huhu. DSLR no more. 

      7. Favorite comfort food?

          ICE CREAM! <3

      8. Favorite TV show?

          Singular? Haha. Switched at Birth i guess.

      9. Food you are allergic to?

           Chicken and shrimp. But I eat them anyway. Mehehe >:)

      10. Would you choose Tumblr over Facebook?

             Maybe. 

       11. Top 10 Tumblogs?

            Uhh. I don't exactly know yet. Eep.

MY QUESTIONS! :)

1. Would you rather be stupid or an idiot? Why?

2. If you had three wishes. What would it be?

3. Would you rather be a pig or a rat? Why?

4. If you had a special power, what would it be?

5. What's your favorite shoe brand?

6. Would you rather die of STD or get hit by a truck? Why?

7. What's the name of your barkada?

8. Where do you go to school? Course? Year?

9. USA or Europe? Why?

10. Eat: a bowl of Bacon or a gallon of ice cream? 

11. Do you think you are awesome? Why?

[gillie-beans]

One of the things that made my 2012 Thank you for this sister dearest. I absolutely love it. ♥

PS : I will ignore the fact that the music is a One Direction song. :">

[pseudoperfection]

The last time I saw, you were in the middle of some unknown highway, making use of the idle time taking pictures and whatnot. That happened to be the last thing I've heard from you, too, as this is written. You were poeming about a broken car on the way home, in the middle of the trip, an unlikely help from someone and some 'restored' fate in humanity and all that. You were wearing the best smile in all of universe, as if wooing the gods with such unguarded warmth. Your hair was a beautiful mess, in mid-scene blown by the breeze. I tell you what, I find it silly when girls dressed up while travelling, I really do, as if all you do on plane-aisle and car-seats is flaunting your fashion sophistication and whatnot. It's kind of unfortunate and fortunate all at once. Unfortunate because you were wearing one (or were you really wearing a dress Rox?, my old-brain is clouded, I have the faintest recollection of almost everything). Fortunate because you didn't look that silly. Maybe you did look silly, what I am sugarcoating, really. Your eyes were the colour of the night sky-- black as hell yet punctuated with stars and gleaming with stories and mysteries-- iridescent and evocative even in photographs. Yours were or are doors with glimpses of poetry, of Russian novels, of tornadoes with such unparalleled force, of nostalgia and of halcyon past. Yours are versed with fiery intensity yet inexplicably gentle and all other paradoxes I probably can't word. Yours were Fanny Brawne's in the perspective of Keats, even fancy words and picturesque language and imagery cannot create a painting mood coalescent to how expressive and beautiful your eyes are. Your last dreams were conglomerated snippets of morose weather, and Augustus Waters and lazy afternoon spent scribbling your favourite TFIOS lines on your notebook, of spur of the moment conviction that life is, indeed, never a wish granting factory. And last conversation revolving around mothers being hardcore liars and last photographs of scattered dandelion seeds silhouetted by the November sunset. This is getting long and fancy and lame, I just really wanna say come back, 4 days before your day, I am not big with celebrating it and whatever, I am putting the commas in their not so right places, I just want to be the first one to say... Happy Birthday. '-'