I must tell stories.

scarsd0nthealwhenyoukeepcuttng: lampfaced: silverlynxcat: onel...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 14:47:29 +0800

lampfaced:

silverlynxcat:

onelifetimee:

Alt + Ctlr + reblog sign(double click)

I’m honestly cracking up, and my mum is looking at me like I’m more deranged than usual.

WHY IS THIS IS SO FUCKING HILARIOUS

themainmane: napoleonbonerhard: i have needed this my entire...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 12:58:36 +0800

themainmane:

napoleonbonerhard:

i have needed this my entire life

I only saw the top at first and was going to reblog telling about how I used to always try to write down this graph and then get frustrated and give up.

THEN I SAW THE SECOND PART.

Pat's Letter for Tiffany

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 17:49:28 +0800

Dear Tiffany,

I know you wrote the letter.

The only way you can meet my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself.

Thank you.

I love you.

I knew it the minute I met you.

I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up.

I just got stuck.

Pat

Austen, with all the eloquence in the world and in all the letters she used to end her novels with, could not have come up with a sweeter letter.

Just finished watching The Silver Linings Playbook and Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence were flawless.

(life) as you know it: Pep Talk Email from Kate DiCamillo for NaNoWriMo

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 12:57:53 +0800

(life) as you know it: Pep Talk Email from Kate DiCamillo for NaNoWriMo:

bookmiscuous:

Dear Writer,

When I was 30 years old, I moved to Minneapolis and got a job in a book warehouse. My official job title was “Picker.” This meant that I went around the third floor of the warehouse holding a computerized print order in one hand and pulling books off the shelf with the other hand. I…

heart melts

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 21:23:41 +0800

*heart melts*

Photo

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 07:21:00 +0800

"Welcome to the island of misfit toys."

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 08:13:57 +0800

“Welcome to the island of misfit toys.”

- Sam (Emma Watson), Perks of Being a Wallflower

No, I did not regret taking time off from Hell Week to watch it. Thanks to Hakeem for coming to my rescue and being my plus one to my otherwise lonely foray to Abreeza.

Guys, seriously, watch it. It’s just two hours long. Drop the schoolbooks for a moment. Unless they decide to extend, theaters will only be showing Perks until Wednesday. :D If the sleepless nights ahead seem too long, sneak out to recharge for a while. You’ll feel infinite. :)

Meanwhile, I am waiting for the old cover version of the book at Fully Booked, and then imma read it right away because I have a feeling we missed a lot of things out from the story, even though Stephen Chbosky himself did the movie. That will be my gift to myself for the end of the sem. :D

Come by my new blog at vivakolehiyala.

vivakolehiyala: Daybreak Photowalk - Day 2 I woke up before 6AM...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 22:19:48 +0800

vivakolehiyala:

Daybreak Photowalk - Day 2

I woke up before 6AM to make sure I got to do this. The best light for a photowalk is always at sunrise and I was pretty sure Malagos wouldn’t fail me. True enough.

(1) This is just outside of our cottage. It leads to a cacao tree nursery. A CACAO TREE NURSERY. Cacao tree nursery = they make chocolate here. I lingered there for maybe five minutes just because of the possibilities. Baby chocolates. Oh my heart.

(2) Swings and hammocks are everywhere in Malagos Garden Resort. This just makes them about 100x cooler than all other resorts.

(3) I nearly fell into this pool, trying to get a good shot of my roommates :p

(4) I am starting to notice that I have a thing for feet shots. I’ll work on that idea. :D

(5) Why, hello there. May I ask what you think you’re doing, poking out of the ground so splendidly?

(6) When I saw this, I automatically heard in my head “Rule of Odd” in Sir Kibs’ voice. (my teacher from Photography class)

(7) This is a closeup of a bridge archway. At first, I passed by it without a second glance. On my way back, I picked out a face, the man’s. I took a shot, realized there was a woman as well, and stood there dumbstruck for awe for a good sixty seconds. It is a sculpture by Napoleon Abueva, one of the many (and I mean MANYYY) in the resort.

(8) At Santol Court. Yes, going for poetic.

(9) I sneaked into the dining hall by Santol Court. The door was unlocked and the light was filtering into the hall so perfectly and the shadows were magical and I could not resist.

(10) At Viewdeck Cafe, which I have somewhat against because they ran out of cheese and I didn’t get to take home pasalubong for my mom.

Come find me on my new blog at vivakolehiyala :D

vivakolehiyala: Blog Weekend Bootcamp 2012 - Day 1 Welcome...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 22:19:06 +0800

vivakolehiyala:

Blog Weekend Bootcamp 2012 - Day 1

Welcome Dinner and talk on being a Digital Influencer by Janette Toral

Also, say hi to the person who made bwb2012 possible for me: Kuya Renz of thecyberniche and thetravelingnomad. Awesome possums person, srsly. Alam niyo ba, parati akong nahihiyang sabihin na magkakilala kami, kasi medyo local celebrity siya dito sa Davao. Actually, kahit lumabas ako ng Davao, tapos sabihin kong doon ako nakatira at taga-UPMin ako, natatanong ako kung kilala ko siya (actually, isang beses pa lang naman, pero diyan yan nagsisimula eh, haha!). Baka isipin ng mga tao nagyayabang ako ng connections ko. Pero I would really just like to give him a big shoutout for opening the opportunity for me to be part of this experience. Char but true.

And hats off to the lovely and fascinating Janette Toral. She is the true queen of all things Filipino online. Off the top of her head, she gave a talk that was so full I could hardly take notes and I filled three notebook pages.

Come find me on my new blog at vivakolehiyala :D

vivakolehiyala: White Island, Camiguin August 2012 Come find...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 22:12:15 +0800

vivakolehiyala:

White Island, Camiguin

August 2012

Come find me on my new blog at vivakolehiyala :D

By the way, naglipat-bahay pala ako.

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 22:17:22 +0800

I blog at vivakolehiyala now. Dunno if this is just one of my “let’s make a new blog” fits but it’s been a good run so far, with 20+ posts, and it’s been around for maybe a month. Anyway, come see me there! :)

I have no words and no mind for this article. Sometimes I think I hate writing. Or that I am just...

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 16:45:45 +0800

I have no words and no mind for this article. Sometimes I think I hate writing. Or that I am just really stupid.

I ate up my chocolate stash. I painted my nails pink. I missed class and went home and rolled around...

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 22:53:40 +0800

I ate up my chocolate stash. I painted my nails pink. I missed class and went home and rolled around on my parents’ King-size bed. But none of these worked. Only you can make me smile again.

For him, again. Make You Feel My Love - Adele I could make you...

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 22:33:35 +0800

For him, again.

Make You Feel My Love - Adele

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn’t do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love.

You will never be mine, I get that now.

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 22:37:02 +0800

You will never be mine, I get that now.

Reasons.

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 22:55:00 +0800

I haven’t had my laundry done. I mean, I did, I think, but I went to Camiguin last week and that trip kind of messed up all my clothes and I don’t know which are clean and which aren’t. This messes with my mojo in ways I don’t understand.

I am still sick. I have been sick since the concert and that was three weeks ago. I want to get better, soon, please. The meds make me groggy and the snot and the cough makes me wilted and cranky and sucks the lifeblood out of me.

My schedule is in complete tangles. I have meetings and practices and classes and congress and EVERYTHING, everything is so impossibly overlapped and packed and I am tired.

I haven’t stayed at home very much and they’re letting me know it, they’re trying to tell me to slow down and stop and come home, but I can’t, there is so much at stake, but I want to, I really do, to go swimming with my father and make dumb jokes with my brother and get my mom’s hugs and sleep in my own bed, I am tired of to-do lists and long trips and people who don’t seem to care.

I miss you. I look for you on street corners, in classrooms, in my news feed, in my inbox, every day, always. I wait for you, and you stand me up every time. Every single time. Did you really give up already? I am asking you to take a leap of faith, is that so much? Or maybe there is really nothing, no matter what I or everyone else thought, and I am wishing on nothing.

And so thus are the reasons, nay, excuses, why I am dysfunctional lately. I’m sorry to have hurt or let down anybody. I promise to try to cheer up soon.

Maraming namamatay kapag August. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Si Sir Ramon, isa sa mga charter members...

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 15:51:00 +0800

Maraming namamatay kapag August. Hindi ko alam kung bakit.

Si Sir Ramon, isa sa mga charter members ng Bible Baptist Church, namayapa noong Sabado. Kahapon, sa isang memorial service sa St. Peter’s Chapel kung saan siya nakaburol, nakaupo ako sa silya habang nakikinig kay Pastor tungkol kay Abraham, kung paano niya inialay ang buhay niya sa pananampalataya at pagsunod sa Diyos, at kung paano si Sir Ramon maihahalintulad sa kanya. Iniisip ko noon, hindi lang salita yun, totoo yun. Hanggang sa mga huling araw niya, hanggang sa Linggo bago siya isinugod sa ospital, makikita mo siya sa simbahan, nasa may likod, sa kanyang wheelchair, katabi nung caregiver niyang lalaki. Palagi ko siya nadadaanan galing Sunday School papunta sa orchestra, at nagbabatian kami ng “good morning”. At dahil sa walang sawa niya pananampalataya, tinanggap nung caregiver niya si Hesus, ngayong taon din lang na ito. Isipin mo, kung inisip ni Sir Ramon na masyado na siyang mahina para magsimba, hindi makakarinig ng salita ng Diyos yung caregiver niya. At sa totoo lang, matagal na siyang mahina. Nage-elevator na siya paakyat ng auditorium. Nakikita ko, kapag pauwi, pagsakay ng taxi, tulung-tulong ang mga umaalalay sa kanya dahil hindi na niya kayang suportahan ang sarili. Pero sa kagustuhan niyang maglagi sa bahay ng Panginoon, hanggang sa huli nandoon pa rin siya, at naging daan pa siya para sa kaligtasan ng isang kaluluwa.

Namatay din si Sec. Robredo. Pagkabalita ko nito, alalang-alala ako dahil isa pa naman siya sa mga nakikitang kong public servant na talagang totoong naglilingkod, mula pa noong alkalde siya ng Naga—alam ko ito dahil taga-Bikol ang tatay ko at sa Naga nakatira ang tita ko. At noong lumabas na ang balita kaninang umaga na nahanap na ang katawan niya 180 talampakan sa ilalim ng dagat, naiyak ako, sa lungkot, sa panghihinayang. Bakit ang mabubuti pang mga tao ang kinukuha ngayon, kung kailan araw-araw mas kinakailangan natin sila?

Isa pa, yung isang piloto ni Robredo, si Capt. Jessup Bahinting. Ayon sa mga ulat, isa din daw siyang maka-Diyos at matulunging tao. Kada may sakuna saan man sa Pilipinas, nandoon siya para sumali sa relief operations. Kakaunti lang ang mga taong may ganung klaseng malasakit sa iba.

Pero ayun sa asawa ni Capt. Bahinting, minsan hindi daw talaga natin maintindihan kung bakit dumadating ang mga ganitong klaseng krisis sa buhay natin, pero parating may dahilan ang Diyos. Napansin daw nila na dahil sa insidenteng nangyari, nakikilala ang mabubuting gawain ng asawa niya.

Ayun sa isang essay ng anak ni Sec. Robredo na si Aika na isinulat niya nung high school pa siya, tinitingala niya ang ama higit sa lahat dahil ito ay mapagkumbaba at tapat na nagsisilbi, at hindi kaila sa kanya ang bigyang-pansin kahit ang mga pinakamaliit na mga bagay para sa kanilang pamilya niya at para sa mga pinaglilingkuran niya.

At ayun kay Pastor, si Sir Ramon ay isang taong handang makita ang Diyos, dahil ang buhay niya dito sa mundo’y nailaan niya na para sa tama at mabuti, at naghihintay na para sa kanya ang buhay niyang magpakailan man kasama ang Panginoon.

Sa haba ng minuni ko ang hindi ko pa rin alam kung bakit sadyang maraming nangangamatay kapag Agosto, at hindi ko pa rin alam kung bakit mabubuting tao pa ang kinuha. Pero napaalalahanan akong ang buhay ay panandalian, at ang sandaling iyon ay dapat nating gamitin para sa Diyos, para tumulong at magmahal sa ibang tao.

It was backstage before the concert, and we were hurrying: some didn’t have their costume and...

Sat, 11 Aug 2012 15:30:00 +0800

It was backstage before the concert, and we were hurrying: some didn’t have their costume and make-up on yet, and we started fixing up pretty late. Some problems cropped up at the last minute, and I even had to lend my phone to some people so they could make calls.

Hakeem gave my phone back to me, and I wanted to throw it to my bag but I couldn’t seem to remember where I put it. I even dropped it once while I was giving Jeson, the violinist, some pointers on his legato. But for some reason it stayed with me, even though I had nothing to do with it: I had already called my parents, and I was too busy fixing up the girls’ hair.

And then my phone rang its clanging, light tone, for text messages. I looked down and I saw your name. My heart soared and my lips curled up into a smile and I kept thinking how you would always come for me at the right moment. It wasn’t really special or personal, but as far as messages go, when the case is like ours, of distant hopes and miles in between, and when you hadn’t texted me in a really long while, it meant everything to me.

And it was truly the right moment: I had lost sight of how much I adored you in the light of someone trying to take your place, who I cannot find myself giving my heart to, not like I have to you. I needed inspiration to sing in front of that crowd, and you popped up to remind me that I could just think about you and my heart would speak only of the truth. I had been waiting for you all this time, and you came just at the right moment, as always.

Photo op after the concert with the alumni. I am the dumb girl...

Sat, 11 Aug 2012 15:18:34 +0800

Photo op after the concert with the alumni. I am the dumb girl who made her leg look fat by crossing it over the other, haha! No seriously, I’m right under the guy in the gray checkered shirt. :)

Imploding with happiness over last night’s concert! It was...

Sat, 11 Aug 2012 15:15:26 +0800

Imploding with happiness over last night’s concert! It was such a big success. Everyone loved our selection and said we sounded way better. The alumni said they were so happy to see us grow to such numbers and talent. I also loved how my parents kept smiling the whole time, and how I got stampeded by my friends after. The concert just ran by without my noticing it. Nabitin ako, sobra! But halfway through the concert my left ear turned weird and I couldn’t hear myself, so it was such a big relief when it was finally over.

It was a weird night, and a few problems came up and it did not end as I planned. But as for the concert itself, looking back on the weeks of learning pieces and ripping out vocal chords, it was worth it. I can totally keep doing this for a long time. :)