"I want you to be weak. As weak as I am."
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via birdhands)
You got me swaying right along to the song in your heart
And a face to call home
You’ve got a face to call home
I’ve been so busy this summer that I’m starting to forget what it’s like to just be a student. I wake up everyday thinking about the work I need to do and spend the rest of the day actually accomplishing them.
It’s scary, really, thinking about how I’m going to graduate in less than a year. I’ve been going through a lot of changes these past few months alone. Who I was a year ago seems like a whole different person to me now. It makes me wonder what kind of person I’ll end up being by the time school’s over.
I present to you my most well-loved college organization.
Celebrate the sixtieth anniversary of HEIGHTS, the official literary and artistic publication and organization of the Ateneo de Manila University.
Submit your works for the LX Folio. Visit http://heights-ateneo.org/lx for more information. Take part in and be part of the sixtieth year of HEIGHTS.
(c) Image by my talented friend and colleague Sara Erasmo. Visit her stuff here.
(Source: artistbynecessity)
I don’t know where I’m headed and I can’t say that I care right now. I just need to see how far I can go without looking back.
Putangina
It’s one thing to wake up feeling shitty. It’s another to look in the mirror and realize that you look like shit. Right now I just want to stay at home, mope, and be depressed because this is probably the ugliest I’ve ever been. But I have to suck it up and go out because I have a whole day lined up with work and responsibility.
“And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in.”
- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea.
Boracay 2012
The beach and my best friends. A combination that could never go wrong.
Goodnight, world. Thank you for the past few days. :)
Tomorrow’s the day. I can’t wait! :)
I hate it when people act like they have me all figured out, telling me what I can or can’t do. Well, fuck you. I’m going to do whatever the hell I want.
2012
The thing about getting my heart broken is that it opened me up to a lot of things (and people). It’s been hard to say no to all the opportunities that have been coming up. This year I’ve so far become part of Mustachio Productions, gotten drunk and high for the hell of it, bagged another great internship, and agreed to a spontaneous trip to Boracay.
Hanging out with my high school friends reminds me of how much shit I went through back then and how I’ll definitely surpass the shittiness now.
And next week we’re finally going on a trip to Boracay. I intend on forgetting all about the sucky past few months once I get there.
I started writing this entry trying to sum up the past year in bullet points. The attempt was, of course, futile. Honestly, I wouldn’t even know where to start.
Anyway. Point is that a lot of fucked up shit went down, but now I’m back.
