Some forevers

Ngayon lang ako nakakita ng litratong ganito kaganda, na parang hindi na matatapos yung mga ngiti. Tapos sakto pang maganda ang mga ulap, at um-extra pa yung sinag ng araw. Sa susunod ulit. Patunay lang na hindi imposibleng maging masaya kahit na malungkot ang puso. Ay, oo nga pala. Hindi lang ang mga ngiti ang masaya, kundi pati na rin ang mga mata.

I've never seen a photograph this beautiful, as if the smiles would never end. And the skies had the perfect shade of blue, with the extra rays of sun. 'Til next time. This just proves that happiness is not impossible even if the heart is in pain. Oh, and not only the smiles, but also the eyes we're happy.
LOL. Translations suck.

Nostalgia: There's not a time like high school.

02/11/11 

     I'm writing again, so this must not be good. I'm letting my emo-ness swallow me up again as I listen to my Tiger Playlist after a year or so. Look at that, that's the length of time it took me to recover. But after all, as I always say in my SC10 class, not remembering is for bitter people, and I'm not one of them now, haha. Even when it's so effed up, drastic, ugly, painful and all that, high school is still the best and the most beautiful thing that God allowed to happen in my life. How ironic.

     While I'm admittedly happy dwelling in the streets of Session Road every night with Lifebox people, I still can't help feeling lonely in those few times when I sit alone in the canteen wondering where my blockmates are. Or walking down the catwalk of UP Baguio by myself while it's raining (yeesh, very dramatic), or sitting by a tree while the Christmas lights lit up the whole Oblation Grounds and I ponder why Oble has such a huge butt. And yes, I did that alone.

     I do have some friends now. Those who don’t want me to transfer to Diliman, those whom I know would be in the list of my friends-forever category. And yet, I still miss those forty-six who might not be remembering me now. I miss cramming up assignments, balita't pagsasanay, and projects with those people who knew me so much, who trusted and loved me. 

     Anyway, you have to pardon my perspective. It's the typical sentimental past-oriented emo thing that has made me the unique self that I am. After all those nights spent crying silently as my roommates snored, and pitying myself as I exaggerated the homesickness I felt for my family and friends, I'm still here saying that there's not a time such as high school. As if not a tear fell from my eyes, I still feel the same. I still feel as if my life is not as complete as it was for the last four years.

     So to cut it short (and prevent nose bleeding), this is a simple message for you.

     I LOVE YOU AND HAPPY VALENTINES, IV-RIZAL.

You're my sunshine after the rain. You're the cure against fear and my pain. 'Cause I'm losing my mind when you're not around. It's all, it's all, it's all because of you.

I still can feel, and it's so unreal... It's just the place in the sun where our love's begun. I miss you, yeah, I miss you IV-RIZAL. <3

     Tamang tama, lalabas 'to sa Valentines. =))