Late night ramble

I am supposed to be sleeping right now because I have a 9AM class tomorrow. Zzzzz… I finished my PowerPoint presentation for my literature subject earlier than I expected. So here I am, finally making a comeback entry. *sighs* comeback talaga?!

We are a week and a half away from our Midterm exams, and as usual, research papers, projects and lots of requirements are pouring down on us faster than my tears rolling on my cheek. The weather had been very unpredictable here (in the Philippines) for the last few weeks. The last time I checked, the news told us that there will be a Super Typhoon to enter PAR. I can’t believe it has been half of our semester already. Why is time such in a hurry? And with that being said, I suddenly remembered my dear laptop. I intend to share this with you, guys.

My mom and dad brought it to a store in SM that caters to gadgets’ repair. I was given hope that I would use it by Monday (which is yesterday) already. So we went there to pick it up. Unfortunately, the store failed to repair it so my mom decided that we send it to one of their oldest friends that repaired many of our family’s computers and laptops from way back. Now we still aren’t sure when are we getting it back. I was very hopeful because one of the many reasons why I haven’t blogged so much is because my lack of device. I was already thinking of catching up with my blog the moment I lay hands on my laptop again but… timing isn’t there yet. So, I guess I’ll have to suck it up with my desktop computer.

Anyway, I’ve finally decided to get myself a film camera (well, hopefully this week)! Though, I’m not yet sure on what exact brand I will be getting, what I’m pretty sure is that I’m getting a full manual SLR so I will be able to fully venture into it. And I’m so thrilled. I had probably infected my cousin with this one because he is also planning to get one of his own. Good thing is that, our school library has great series of books regarding Digital Photography and Analog Photography, which I borrowed (the latter, of course). Some books were heavier than my bag so I just frequently read them inside the library instead of borrowing it to read at home.

When I told my mom that I would be getting a film camera, an SLR to be exact, she kept on asking me where am I going to buy films, or where am I getting it processed. She was questioning me because I’ve delved into digital photography back in my high school days and I suddenly wanted this film photography. I didn’t explain myself because I felt like they wouldn’t understand me no matter how hard I try to explain. So I let their questions rain on me without answering too much because I know it would be of no use. Since I already researched about where, when, and how am I going to process and develop the films I’m going to use, I would probably scan it too so I can share it to all of you. If only there’s an easier way for me to reach out to the younger generation for them to appreciate these kinds of art, I’d probably do it in a blink of an eye.

It’s already getting late, and the rain started to pour (again). I’ll end this here. And I’ll write again soon when I get a hold of my first film camera. Good night!

♥,

A

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Morong, Bataan Summer 2016

Since it had been raining non-stop for a week now here in the Philippines, I realized how this post is long overdue. Other classes have already started and my guilt keeps on kicking me to get my lazy ass do it now. So here… my summer escapade… that was long overdue. I’M SORRY!!!

It was around the second week of May 2016 when we went to the beach. My vacation had just started back then because we were adjusting our Academic Year. It was a badly needed vacation since I had a shitty semester prior to summer vacation. I had been stressed the whole semester because of how badly I behaved and how I tolerated my lazy fat ass. Well, I’m kind of regretting it now.

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Anyway, the beach was a private cove and it’s not very popular. It was a small secluded island that is 20-40 minutes away from La Salle Beach in Morong, Bataan. I wasn’t really aware of the name of the beach partly because, I didn’t care to ask anymore. I just needed the time to relax and unwind. The trip was an all-expense paid by my aunt. It was a company outing and they were allowed to bring with them some family members or colleagues who would like to join but have to pay 1,800Php. She insisted on shouldering everything for the trip, so yey! She paid for the cove to be exclusive at the time of our stay, so it had been us, and her co-workers who wandered around the cove for 2 days and 1 night.

We left our house (Caloocan) at around four in the morning because we have to go to Bonifacio Global City in Taguig to fetch my cousin who has work erstwhile to the day we would be leaving. It was a smooth ride since it’s early in the morning and the traffic wasn’t so bad. We reached Subic at around six in the morning whilst we stopped by to eat our breakfast at McDonald’s. We had so much fun inside the car. And thankful enough, we didn’t use our phones for music and opted to listen to the radio instead. The funny thing is, since we are near the border of China, the signal that was adopted by the radio was purely from China and it will switch to the local radio from time to time! It was a funny experience. Continue reading

What Makes Her Perfect?

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Being a mother requires a lifetime of passion and dedication. Not much appealing, but very fulfilling. It doesn’t come with a handbook. Mothers start with a blank slate, a question mark, a no-clue situation, but cheers to all the mothers who nailed being a mother.

Three hundred sixty five days in a year, but not a single day could the child leave a mom’s thoughts. Seven days a week of endless thoughts of what could happen to us runs through her mind. Twenty-four hours a day, not a single hour of a silent moment with her. Millions of fiascos and dissatisfactions may fractious our heart, but her unconditional love can crush all the pain away.

So, thank you, Mama. For being my Mama. Though the repeating reminders for everything may sometimes be irritating, I will never get tired of hearing it. Thought the daily reminder of everything you do for us may crush us because we feel like our own efforts and ways of showing our love for you may not be enough, we will still try. Though we may never do the things you want us to do for our lives because of our own reveries, we will still listen… because you deserve to be heard and understood, to be loved and cared for, to laugh, to enjoy just like how you want us to. You deserve to feel the same absolute love you give us to nurture us while we grow up.

I may not be your idea of a good daughter, but I promise you that I will take care of you when you grow older. I may not take the path you want me to take, but I promise you that I will still make you proud of what I could become with the vision I have for myself. You may hurt me with your words sometimes, but those are what made me strive to be a better person.

You are a perfectly flawed mother, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Your deficiencies make me realize how human you still are despite of doing every single thing for us. Your limitations remind me to ask you how you are doing even though you look amazingly fine. Your flaws teach me what to do and say to my future children to avoid hurting their feelings, and what not.

Thank you for the things you’ve done for us. For being selfless, for being strong.

You are one of a kind. All of the over-acting, the bickering, and the false news you give us. Again, I wouldn’t ask for you to be in any other way. You are who you are, and that’s what makes it perfect for us.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mama. You know we love you.

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P.S. Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mom’s out there! Much love.

The Last Memory 1

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I pull up my blanket from half of my body up to my neck. Some rays of the sun peek through the small gaps of the blinds I installed when I moved into the apartment, warm on my face helping my body adjust to the cold temperature in my room. Last night, I conclude today to be my rest day and I know there is no stopping me. I savour the moment I have with my bed and my warm blanket than turns even cozier in the morning. I feel my throat burn from thirstiness, and then I remember how lazy I am last night, neglecting the need of my body for water. Right now, I can settle to the fact that I am a lazy-ass girl who can’t leave her bed for her own benefit. Well, blame my bed… and pillows… and blanket… and the weather itself. I wonder how possibly it could be that my bed is a lot more comfortable in the morning than it already is. I am just so grateful that it’s my rest day today.

I stare blankly at the plain white ceiling I re-painted weeks ago. I can’t deny the fact that I am badly missing my room back home—painted in pastel blue color, with my painting materials carefully arranged on the cabinet beside the window, Kara on the bunk bed going through the stack of books I have. I miss everything back home, but I have to deal with the choices I made. My doorbell ring for three times and I hesitate for a moment if I should stand up and get the door, or just ignore it away, but in the end, I shrug the laziness away, wrap the robe around my body and head for the door.

“Good day, Isabelle.” It is kind of appalling for me to see Mrs. Bloomberg behind the door holding up a tray with pancakes on it. Mrs. Bloomberg—a woman in her fifties—is my neighbour across our apartment who, by rumours, I learn that she is living alone for almost five years already.

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Semana Santa 2016

So today marks my last day of (short) vacation along with the Holy Week. It was actually fun… all the activities we did for the past five days. We’ve done our family tradition: Pakaridad, Pabasa, and Pakain (I don’t know how it’s called!) that was a major success! Yup, it’s a success because I was the one reading/singing from night to dawn during our Pabasa. My cousins and aunts tricked me into it saying that everyone will not go to sleep but lo and behold there was only me, Kuya Justine, Thea, and my aunt—Tita Lissa. So, I stayed up from 7:30PM until 6AM.

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