Ethnicity, Lights, Hope

The Lantern, The Dean and the Students. UP Lantern Parade from behind.

So December would not be totally complete without ending school this year with a bang. Hence, the Lantern Parade, a feast for the eyes where Lanterns (or Floats) are paraded to showcase talents for every college, bringing the Christmas spirit to the very academically intoxicated students of the university. See that bright yellow sun? That's ours.

Having an exam beforehand wasn't good for the likes of me, but I guess we need to rock a shirt with that "New Shirt" smell pretty well. Not to mention the amazing headdresses and mini-torches. 

The theme for this year would be Light in the Darkness, I guess. With all these lights against a dark background. Guys get torches while the girls get headbands with glitter-bombarded stars. But the best part of the accessories would be the Dean's. That big headdress of star fountains would surely turn a few heads around.

Photos: Left, Me in the shirt and the Lantern. Below, Headresses worn Boho by a friend, and Like a Queen by the Dean

Now the banner and cheer!

Photos: Above, The banner, cellophane, woven mat and lights. Left: My ugly nails and the wonderful Cheer.

Lastly, see our winning Facade, sad we didn't win the Lantern, which would have been there with the ones in UPD, but none the matter.

What I love about CPH is the ethnicity of their designs and that Filipino feel without a bias. This is what they should see every year.

So not, let's gaze on the Oblation's ass which represent the Filipino spirit.

Happy Birthday, Mom!

For all the tears I caused, I shall replace every single one with a smile, a token, a glint of hope. Sometimes, I wonder if it is even worth it to lose myself in the process. Sometimes, I cry at the thought of being unfit as a son, but I am not unfit enough not to love you and your ways. I love you, Mom. Forever. Always. And I thank God everyday because of your grace and love. I am forever in debt.

I love you. Forever. Always.

Yet We Do It Everyday

Why is a heart breaking, but beating, but breaking
When all things are through?
Why do we keep loving, though breaking, but loving
When our heart is breaking too?

Why do we keep on drying, then crying, then drying
When our cheeks will still get wet?
Why do tears just keep falling, then drying, then falling
When we don't want to get wet?

Why are we falling, not flying, but falling
When there's someone we met?
Why leaving, no enduring, just leaving
When we just can't take it yet?

Why do doing, undoing, then redoing
When we don't really undo?
Why can't we see doing, not undoing, then doing
When doing again is all we do?

The Banana set out to the world, to runaway from her abuser. Easily bruised and browned, no one wanted her. At the edge of the Can, she fell into the abyss who took her, though she never wanted it. She was saved by the Earth who took pity on her.

(December 28, 2011; Edited by Carmelli Valeza)