Vibrant and full of zest for life — that’s who she was. She lit up a room whenever he walked in, with a smile that makes you jealous, because there was nothing but pure happiness and innocence. She had the most beautiful light brown eyes, which were even lighter in the sunlight. And her hair, oh her hair, they were a wild mess of tangles but in the most perfect way.
She was smart — far too smart for me, and for any man, I believe. She takes no shit from anyone and stands up for what she believes in. Tell her she can’t, and she’ll shown you she can. She
was is beautiful. Both on the outside and inside. She has the purest heart I know, one that’s been through too much heartbreak and pain, and you wouldn’t know it. Because she believes in herself, and she believes that everything will eventually fall into place. I’ve never known anyone as sure of herself as she is.
She reads too — a lot. One minute you’ll be constantly in contact with her, and the next you wait and wait and wait, and she won’t reply. Don’t panic. Go to her place, the old cafe in East 56th that no one knows about. You’ll find her there, sitting on the back booth, so engrossed in a novel she won’t even look up when you sit on the opposite table. Oh, and don’t disturb her; she’ll come back to you in a few hours.
One last thing; let her be, but don’t ever let her go. Don’t make the same mistake I did, clinging on to her because I was too afraid to lose her. Don’t. Let her go when she needs it, because she’s that person. She doesn’t need anyone much more a man, but consider yourself
lucky blessed, because she chooses to be with you. But don’t leash her, let her be the person she wants to be, and let her see that you’re exactly the kind of person she’s supposed to end up with; the kind that loves her enough to let her follow her dreams and grow into thee person she’s supposed to be.
Oh, and love her. Love her like you’ve been drowning and she’s the relief you feel when you surface, because that’s exactly what she is. Don’t be me. I hope to God that you treat her well. You are so blessed to have her in your life, and I hope you’re smart enough to realize that.
As some of you know, TV Production is a junior CA’s major subject. We’ve been divided into groups, and being in a TOMCAT group, we have to produce 8 TOMCAT shows, our major show being Via Manila, a travel show. Here’s what goes on behind the scenes.
For our first episode, I was a segment cameraman. Our segment’s called “Turo Turo”, wherein a talent had to learn how to ride a kalesa in Intramuros.
In order to capture moving shots, I stood in a pedicab, Rein holding me, with the kalesa right behind us.
This was our TDR (Technical Dress Rehearsal), 15 minutes before our very first live airing.
Meanwhile, the rain was pouring HARD outside, and this is what was going on in the library’s first floor.
Me being a stand in for our guest while they adjusted and practiced shots, with our host, Angelique.
Our entire group, Layag Productions, with our guest and our TV Prod prof.
Last August 3rd, my mom and I went to the annual World Food Expo (WOFEX) at World Trade Center and SMX Convention Center. This won’t be a long post, just a couple of photos of what was in the exhibit.
Suggest make up products for everyday use @ UST and where to find it. :( Hopefully cheap po. Huhu
Anything maybelline, revlon or clinique. :)
Make-up post for Morenas?
I’m sorry I only know how to make up my skin tone :(
I think you're missing something! Your "July 2014 favorites" post!
I’m sorry. :(( Been too busy! Tomorrow after shoot when I get home, as in home home sa fairview. Lol. I haven’t been home in two weeks!
I am so sorry for the hiatus. I know I haven’t blogged in like a month, and that’s because school has already started and I’ve been residing in my dorm room ever since. It’s already been a busy month (going-to-places and outside classroom work wise) and it’s only going to get a lot more hectic within the next couple of weeks with tv prod already starting.
WARNING: Long post without a “Read More” break.
Don’t you just love the view from my photography and literature classes? Our room’s on the 10th and 11th floors respectively of the new Alumni Center. What a way to start Mondays and end Fridays. ♥
Reunited with my college loves. Super gamit na gamit na gamit na monopod ko!
Not that I’m complaining hehehe
Tori Box! Happy they finally opened a branch in P.Noval ♥
VSCO photos from our Intramuros walkathon. Ocular visit for our shooting.
Last year, I attended the Student Media Congress, and I was there again this year. Kudos to the organizers for the new and better system.
Amazing speakers, Sir Ricky Lee (Basics of Scriptwriting), Raz De La Torre (TV Production), Rowena Paraan (Citizen Journalism) and Bianca Gonzales (Hosting)
Banyo selfie with the banyo queen.
One of my late study sessions. I’ve been sick for the past couple of days, and this was
stolenly taken by my brother (who lives with me by the way, he gets the top bunk). You can see my bathroom door right over there loool
It’s here to stay!! And I couldn’t be any prouder!! If you’re my friend, you’d know why.
RAPING THE REPLAY BUTTON COS I’VE WAITED 3 YEARS FOR THIS
1. Wash your sheets every two weeks, I promise you’ll sleep better.
2. If a boy breaks your heart, it’s okay to cry.
3. If a girl breaks your heart, it’s okay to cry.
4. School is important, but there are many things you can’t learn in a classroom. Pursue them.
5. Find your passion, and run with it.
6. No, you don’t need to lose weight.
7. You are beautiful without make up.
8. You are beautiful with make up.
9. Being a good person will never go out of style
10. Buy yourself flowers if you’re feeling sad.
11. Getting enough sleep is very important.
12. Drinking water has so many benefits
13. Believe in fairytales, believe in love, and allow no one to steal your magic.
14. Reading is good for the soul.
15. I am not here to judge you, but I will always support what I think is best for you.
16. I appreciate you.
17. I am proud of you.
18. Even on your worst days, you will never disappoint me.
19. I love you no matter what."
— 19 Things I Will Tell My Daughter (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
I am finally, FINALLY doing my June Favorites!! Altho it’s already Juy 9th but whatevs. I’ve been so busy with packing lately because I move out on saturday. I don’t have that much stuff but I do have a lot of favorite books and songs last month! :)
My heart first broke when I was a freshmen in high school. I remember it was a Thursday night, and I was lying on the couch at 1am, silently praying not to get caught by my mom crying, because my room was too close to hers not to hear. The radio was on and David Archuleta was belching lyrics about being a little too not over you, and I lay there crying and crying because for the first time, my heart was breaking over a boy, over my best friend, who made it clear that very same day that he wanted nothing to do with me, and I couldn’t stop thinking how I could come to class the next morning having to seat next to him because of course, he was my seat mate. The next day, my eyes were swollen and red and my homeroom adviser asked me what was wrong and the next thing I know I was excusing myself to hide in the bathroom. I was young, and naive, and I know you’re thinking stupid (don’t worry, so am I), but up to this day I have never cried or felt pain as much as I did and felt back then.
My heart broke for the second time two years later when I was a junior. I was seven months in a relationship with my boyfriend when I started feeling suffocated and asking myself, “Is this all there is?” It was a Saturday in July and well past noon because I remember it happened right after my CAT class. I broke it off with my boyfriend and was fine, that is until three days later. I started missing him and asking him if he wanted to get back together with me and he kept saying “No.” over and over again. I realized what a huge mistake I’ve made. It came to a point that I actually threatened to end my life. It was the first time I had suicidal tendencies and the next day after school, I went to a church far from home without talking to anyone. I knew my mom and my entire family was probably worried sick but I didn’t care. I stayed put, crying and praying over and over asking for Him to take the pain away. My best friend eventually found me, the same guy who my heart broke over first, duly noting how a year ago he told me he loved me when I finally got over him. I came home well past midnight, and I cried myself to sleep. The following morning, my “unsentimental” brother woke me up, telling me he loved me for the first time in years, and my mom took the day off, took me to the mall and bought me whatever I asked, including a full set costume of what later on was my intramural’s muse costume. I stopped crying that day and got over it two weeks later.
So you see, I’ve only ever experienced two heart breaks over the years. And truth be told, I’m patiently waiting for the stream of heart breaks I’ve yet to experience. Because that’s when I know it was real. That’s when I know that even though it ended up breaking me, for a few moments in my life I was able to be brave enough for love. Because honestly, if it’s not gut wrenching. mad, passionate, excruciating, crazy and painful? It’s not even worth it.
— (via thelovewhisperer)