Say Goodbye

Say Goodbye

Katharine McPhee

Unbroken

Into The Future

STS was a breath of fresh air after all the prerequisite subjects and the GEs that seek attention like major subjects. Though full of papers, I find myself actually looking deeper into technology and myself, and how I have greatly changed over the years growing up with the internet. And of everything I have learned, I loved the topic of what’s coming next in a few years, decades, millennia.

The mere fact that people can imagine things way before their time could ever have the technologies to make them projects the possibility of the impossible. How anything that does not disprove any known laws of physics could still hold water no matter how absurd it is today. How a possible discovery could question formulations that stood as bases for nearly everything. The possibilities are endless to a point that whatever we can conjure up in our heads could actually be true. Even fairytales could have been parallel universes that have reached our minds that have detached from the frequency of the earth to tap the frequency of a “fork in a river”. How there could have been alternate realities of what could have happened. The “what ifs” in life that haunt you every single day is just another world away. The day you should’ve said yes when he proposed. They day you should’ve showed up on a date. The day you should’ve kept your urges jarred. The day you should’ve told the person how you really felt. The day you should’ve gone home to spend a Father’s day with your dad. The fact is, I could go on and tell what people could’ve had or lost if only they knew the consequences. What only limits us is the level of advancement the world is in now to live in what we dream of.

And on the same day, the last day, a golden nugget of inspiration has been dropped to signify what it really is to live and to be educated. “Slope of a line is rise over run. So Rise after every fall rather than run from every challenge.” (Espinosa, 2012)

I guess anything is possible when we try. If we only tried.

This comes from my paper on STS about my favorite topic. Thank you. :D

Broken Butterflies

It's somehow peaceful to see a butterfly perched still, with wings wide open. And even the gory thought of lost wings or the sadness of incapability is overshadowed by the calmness of the set of Broken Butterflies. Inspire! Look at them here.

Time moves but I don't.

Time moves but you won't.

Time moves but we don't.

Time moves but I don't.

(7:47 05/16/12 Dorm Room)

World of Chances

World of Chances

Demi Lovato

Here We Go Again

This is the beauty of listening to material not released as singles. There is a certain quality of truth hidden in them. And last night when I listened to this particular song, I instantly wanted to put it on replay. This is a collaboration between John Mayer and Demi Lovato and it tells about untaken chances and how you know they'll regret it one day. Enjoy!

[Photo from a tagged photo in facebook]

Happy Mother's Day!

Ninang Len, My Mom and Me (circa recently)

Joining the bandwagon! But I do love her nonetheless. <3 I love you mom. So much. I know you don't approve of my super long locks, and now I do see why in this picture. Maybe I should just keep it at a certain length. Oh well. This post is about you and all the things you went through to keep us sane and insane (but mostly sane). Your life is a masterpiece worthy of a novel (hindi sapat ang MMK kasi medyo corny na yun ngayon). I love you so much, the stars wouldn't be enough to bribe me from loving you, because I know you outshine them all. Even though you bury me with criticism, I'd forget them soon afterwards and keep on living my life, it's me who determines it, but I'd always ask for guidance when the road gets rough. I love you, Mom.

Paper Frogs.

With a father working at home as an attorney, there was an abundance of paper in the house. Jimmy always had time in the summer, given that he'd wake up quite early to swim in the river to avoid the muddy hours of the day. And by eight or nine in the morning, depending on the temperature of the day, he'd walk home dripping wet from head to toe. When he reaches home, he would take a basin and change, placing the wet clothes in it to avoid his mother scolding him for mixing the wet laundry with the dry ones. And after a quick bath, the rest of the day was his. Well, what makes today any different was the huge pile of papers lying around the office next to the personal computer. He was sure they were scratch papers, after some incident before of getting scolded for using some "lawyer's copy" documents which made him avoid striking a conversation with his father for a few days. With a little bit of reassurance, he took a few sheets from the pile and went to the dining room table to stare at them.

"AFFIDAVIT OF LOSS" was written at the top. It was a weird word. he couldn't even spell it when he hears it over his fathers conversations in the living room with his clients. He folded the paper diagonally and tore off the extra paper to make a square. But even he hasn't a clue with what to do with the square sheet of paper. So he left it at that and ate a snack at his same place at the table. He drew a stereotypical rice paddy complete with a sun peering behind two mountains. After the inverted V of a nipa hut roof, he stared at the drawing and tried desperately to add a carabao. Why? All the "best drawings" in school had them. The carabao gave a sure spot in the list, with a feature of the drawing in the school paper. But since he wasn't considered much of a pencil genius, the animal was disproportional. He smirked at the sight and his eyes caught a glimpse of the square piece of paper. His mom came out from the kitchen and saw him staring at something. She approached and took the drawing with her, and placed it neatly on the fridge, framing it with  refrigerator magnets, which she collected from the family's summer getaways, which they haven't had yet for this particular one due to the need to monitor the sugarcane farm in some far barangay. He's still happy though, he was more of a home person.

The day went on, with the paper square still on the table. And by the next day, after the river routine, he saw a paper frog on the same place where the square used to be. He stared long enough to notice that he hasn't changed his clothes leaving a puddle near the dining table, and he quickly ran to finish up and dry the floor with a rug. He sat down and stared at it. By about a few minutes, he took it and held it in his hands.

"Like what I had done?" and he quickly turned to his right to find his father walking towards the seat opposite him. He nodded, and his dad took the frog and placed it on the table. He pressed at the tail and released his finger, projecting the frog towards Jimmy, whose eyes are wide in amusement by now.

"You know, when frogs die, it rains." And the summer heat has been so immense that season that not a single drop of water came down the whole vacation. Yet deep in his mind, how could one opt to benefit from a kill? But knowing the financial problems of keeping a farm, he took the origami frog and ripped it, much to the shock of his father.

"You could always make one again. It doesn't have a life you know."

And after a few minutes, the sky cried.

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Broken Houses

Instead of writing a story for tonight, I decided to introduce you to some artistic photography. Don't worry! I might write one on the road and put it here for your viewing pleasure tomorrow. Going back to the art of the photograph, which is usually underrated due to the lack of skill it needs relative to painting and sculpting. But then again, a photography, like most visual art helps us see something that we might have missed or something that we bore ourselves looking at but now in a different angle or light. Hence, I present to you Broken Houses by Ofra Lapid.

Well, from what I have read, the artist starts taking photos of houses that have been abandoned and left to rot by humans, made models out of them, and photographed them again on a blank background. The result? An eerie yet homey effect; a reflection of abandonment of a person's dreams, lives, memories and regrets; and a reminder of what's left from moving on. The things you own, owned, keep, and kept is a fragment of who you are. And I myself could't come to the thought of saying goodbye to anything, thus turning me into a hoarder of memories I try to hard to not let slip away. (Note: A ticket for Enchanted Kingdom for the day I unexpectedly saw someone I know is now a bookmark to an anthology I turn to for inspiration.)

See more of the collection here. Enjoy!

It's ironic how people drown relying on paper boats.

(8:16 05/08/12 Dorm Room)

Paper Airplanes

Paper Airplanes

JoJo

"I'd rather not make an enemy of those with rose-tinted spectacles, cause when anger gets the best of them, all they would see is red."

(8:43 05/01/2012 Dorm Room)