Summer II; Of laughter and bliss

After a tiring yet fulfilling day of our Visita Iglesia, our last itinerary for the day was Poracay, to relax the weekend off. :) This was taken on the lahar road to Poracay. I didn’t have a zoom lens with me I could’ve taken a more detailed photo of the sun spilling through the mass of puffy clouds. Aaaah, life you are amazing. 

When we arrived at our Villa, which was yellow (chyes! cos I like vibrant yellow walls) and it was quite big (yay cos I like spacey rooms) also, I fell in love with the Villa the first step (or scent) when I came in. You see, I love the feeling and scent of new houses, y’know that? The finished paint that doesn’t sting, the centralized air-conditioning, new curtains, furniture, all neatly arranged like a doll house. I give this Villa a 4 star-rating. My perfect 5-star rating goes to the Villas in Subic, (we stayed in where Kim Chui just left, lol) I still remember the effervescent feeling, how the varnished wooden floor touch the soles of my feet, the forest backyard, the creepy night (somehow cos there were Crows for crying out loud, Jeepers Creepers!!!) and the morning I woke up to the white curtains and the Sun beaming through the glass doors and windows. I can’t wait to go back to Subic, someone take me please. Heh. Anyway, I felt the zing of that feeling in this Villa. I immediately occupied the top bunk! (Cos I like ceilings, and being close to them haha)

And here is my cute cute mum, she loves taking photos as much as I do. Obv, of herself too. Haha have I told you guys? I wanted to be an Interior Designer before? I’ve watched the Lifestyle network all my childhood together with Disney and Nickelodeon and CN, heck I do all the prettifying and designing things to my room back in 5th grade, I also read ALL the Good housekeeping magazines my mum bought together with my K-zone and few total girl and W.I.T.C.H magazines. Haha! That is why I’m gonna share to you my Room re-decor in my following post (Stay tuned!!! Note: Painting the ceiling, walls, cabinets, and installation of Pin Lights!)

My mum calls me The Hair, like the character from my favourite cartoon, The Adams Family. I’d call myself Wednesday but, my hair is everywhere soo.. ok. I spent the night strolling around, it was hella dark at first like almost zero visibility in the bridges. My little cousins and sisters went for a night swim, so did I. It was cold. But, 

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The day before this was the last day of school. So this was the perfect kickoff! We have this tradition, yearly, we go on a Visita Iglesia to far places (yes, far far places) then family bonding to the beach or somewhere. Each trip was unforgettable and so much fun. This year, our route was to Pampanga. We visited 7 churches and all was magnificent. It’s amazing how the language goes from Tagalog to a different one as we travel the roads far off. It was hot, scorching hot. But we didn’t mind cos it’s a sacrifice. Finally, a time to reconnect with family and with God. Away from everything, since school is over and I have all the time to do whatever I want this summer. I love the moment in cars wherein you just stare outside the window and watch everything as you pass by. Then you fall asleep. I love how humorous my family is, everything feels light. We ate non stop and joked around all day. Sharing stories of how school went and kamustahan sessions. It’s comforting to know that you have a home in every heart of your loved one. As one friend quoted, Passivity Kills, and sometimes I’m just that. We tend to overlook the things that we have, from the taunting thought that will break us of the things that we should have. My family sometimes drives me nuts, well most of the time, hah, but I caught myself smiling while looking at them, laughing, smiling, hugging each other. It pinched my heart, I felt blessed to be a part of this family. The bond, the time, it’s not about the riches, but the love and effort put into everything by these people. I love you. The past week has been a time to finally think to not think. To breathe. To just be. And be happy. :)

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My family likes to travel, A LOT on the road because it’s more fun. Hee. We traipsed towards the north and south and rediscovered the beauty of the Philippines and I am not even trying to endorse the PH here haha because truly, our motherland is a beauty. Whenever I go to new places, especially the historical ones, let’s say a church, pathway, or an old house in Vigan, I touch the walls and close my eyes. There’s this zing, a connection of magnificence and awe, that these walls were witnesses to different lives and events that withstood through time, and I am here, a mere person that is caught amongst the sea of people, touching with by bare skin like I’m just some sort of ephemera. Aah, the feels. When I close my eyes, I wonder whose bare finger tips held the same walls in a certain period of history, what did they do then? Did they cry in this corner in anguish? or whispered a secret and spoke through time? I do this every time.

”..I’m gonna use my 911 card on you.”

Papa mike, kidnap me. Thank you.

What time? Around 4pm.

Okay. See you.

I thank God for having a grandfather like him, a best friend, a dad, a mentor, everything. I call him, when I can’t take it anymore. When I’m all sulked in chronic sadness, drifting in mundane circles, in short, when nothing seems to go right and I’m confused and a lost little child again. I have this escapism in me. Whenever I am in a place, let’s say a classroom. The four corners suffocate me, I wanna be someplace else, I want to run, everything so masked with indifference. I need a break. I called him. He welcomes me with open arms. I can be completely honest with him. We’d go out, drive and talk, find a nice place to eat (my favorite part! Hahaha! I kid) my favourite part is when we talk about anything everything and I’d just vent out. I love you Papa mike. You’re the coolest and awesomest and the superlative of everything. Thank you for the books. You always have a nice taste in everything. In my clothes, shoes, you know what I like and what I may not like at first but will suit me in the end. You know me like the back of your hand. Thank you. It’s like, when I run away. You’re the first person that I will call and or will come running to.

No edits, just creative juice and natural light. Meet my sister :)

The reflection just made my skin pinker than before.

And you know I love monochrome.

Happy Valentines day! I hope ya’ll had a good one, cos I did. :)

We decided to stay in since it’s more fun chillin at home than to make sabay with the wave of the crowd and for sure the malls are packed. I didn’t go to school today cos I didn’t feel well, and I already slept around 4am (cos I was painting *cough*) He came around lunch time and I was more than glad to be with P and my family at home on valentines hihi. A smile lit up. My little sister, P and I just hung out and ate to our bellies craving. I can’t contemplate into sufficient words cos all I remember was the feeling. Hi P! thank you for everything. For the constant effort. Patience and understanding. For reminding me about the little things. Thanks for makin me feel like it’s valentines everyday. Eek. Cheese. Hah. Thank you, for the time and showing me that i am important and that you care. For listening, the endless talks, bearing with my tripolarity, I may not say or show it often or not enough, but I appreciate every little thing, I’m grateful. Okay? :) I am reminded, what hearts day meant. To remind the people that you love that they are important and you care. It felt free to feel the love of God and my family and every one around me. Ive been passive, Ive been indifferent to receiving and giving love. And I remembered, love is the closest thing we have to magic. ❤

Happy birthday to the best, and if such word existed that would be able to surpass the best, only to describe a father like you. I love you pa! :> ♥

(PS CS5 x Paint)

Talking to my father about weeds in the most intellectual way.

• On the way to develop photos, inside the car:
• Out of nowhere,
• Me: Pa, do you think legal or illegal ang weeds?
• Pa: Weeds? Damo? *confused*
• Me: Yes, damo, Marijuana po. (HAHAHA i know it is awkward but I wonder if my father ever tried to be so what we get druuunnkkk, so what we smoke weeeeeeed...)
• Pa: Uhh... *I really didnt hear it clearly cos of the music, inaudible* Kasi ano, may good trip and bad trip, pag nasobrahan 'bad trip'. *turns the music down, and listened to me. made me wonder if he felt that he needs to counsel me about drugs and stuff hahahaha OR OR, he's wondering if i'll ask him whether he tried it when he was younger HAHA)
• Me: Aaah! Nabasa ko 'yon. I've researched about it, good trip is when you're high and tawa lang ng tawa then yung bad trip yung scary hallucinations and stuff.
• Pa: *nods*
• Me: Pano macoconsider na illegal kung herbal naman? And di naman talaga sya narcotics or drugs diba. Like cocaine and stuff.
• Pa: ... *making head movements, thinking* Bakit mo natanong?
• Me: Nothing, I researched about it and asked my chem professor about its chemical composition that gives off certain effects. Plan kong gumawa ng research about dun. Medyo madami kasing naggaganun. (HAHA feel ko medyo kinakabahan si papa pero noooo.) I'll do survey, ask diff people about the effects and stuff. hahaha interesting kasing topic.
• Pa: *hamster smile* :D

Cos there’s a drop of Summer in this part of town

“Will I always stare at that shore? Wondering what’s it for? Will I never venture out? And see the world; do I dare see it now?”

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Hello  family. I just got home from the ‘groceries’ with P and A. My tummy hurts. Ugh. It’s adjusting to my new eating habits. Light breakfast. No lunch. Heavy snacks. Cos my schedule is 4.5 hrs straight. (Taken with Instagram)

I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

It is amazing when you quit planning and theorizing, and start doing. In a span of a week, I let loose, of anxiety, worries, what others think, the past, the future, everything, surrendered, back to a raw state, to my very core. To realize how much freedom, power, and control I have. And a sweet escape it is, to go somewhere I feel most at peace. So far, so great.

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Dear mom, Roses are red, Violets are blue, God made me pretty. Because I came from YOU. <3 oooohhh hahaha! Happy mother’s day mother! Lost for words, on how to thank you enough for everything that you have sacrificed and for being ever so understanding. Thank you for sacrificing your job when we were little so you can take care of us 24/7, for being patient as I grow, believing in me that I can do great things.. and I did, for not only being my mum but being my best friend and bro. THANK YOU THANK YOU, for your restrictions and sermons, you raised me well. You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are witty. Humorous. Crazy and adventurous. With all the wonderful things that you are, It’s amazing that you are my mom, the one I hug in the middle of the night and ask for bottled milk when I was little. I’ll try to make you proud and give what you deserve. I will finish my studies with flying colors. Then we’ll travel the world. I promised you that I won’t have a boyfriend til Im 18, I know that you’re just ever so protective. I understand. Sorry for being lazy and really stubborn at times, I’m still growing up yknow. But I won’t do anything beyond stupid-stupid crazy, yet. HAHA kidd. Ok mum, Im not good at this. I love you.

(Source: thepaulineanatomy)