I’m speechless to this moment. These photos are astonishing, not because of my face, but because Mark knows how to work his aesthetics into them. I can only trust my friend to deliver photos this beautifully.
Last Friday afternoon, my lovely friends and I bonded over a lunch date at Rustic Mornings, Marikina to end the semester. I was accompanied by a bunch of brilliant and talented people who not only know how to have fun but to also be wise, mature, and encouraging. Words simply couldn’t express how loved I feel for having such an amazing support group—something I’d been wanting to have for so long already. Thank You, Lord. You are truly amazing.
(Speaking of awesome people, if you’re wondering about the person behind the portraits above, it’s THE Elisa Aquino, whom I have the great privilege of sharing wondrous moments with. Check out her Tumblog and her Professional Website!)
Okay, let me skidaddle a bit. It’s been a while since I’ve actually ‘blogged’, and it’s because I haven’t had the time due to a few near-death experiences. (They don’t call it stuDYING for nothing.)
I only have three weeks before the end (a.k.a. the start of 2nd Semester). By that time, I’d be thrown into a slew of stress, deadlines, existentialist questions, and identity crises. Because of that, I want to make the most out of my freedom and focus on the things that REALLY matter, at least for me: art, wisdom, love, and God. Perhaps I would talk about such-and-why in another time, but I encourage you, dear reader—if you happen to be reading this and if you happen to have a break from school as well—to do the same, or at least give more time to what really, really matters to you.
I’m looking forward to sharing more of my thoughts with you soon.
I watched the band live a few weeks ago, hence the inspiration for this get-up.
When I caught this over-sized shirt on sale, I didn’t think twice about buying it. It was one of those things I HAD to get for myself. Considering I barely feel that way about things, it must’ve been something.
My favorite color-combination is a simple matter of stark contrast: black and white wins over all else.
As in the previous post, I’m one of GetFILED’s ambassadors as a Topnotch Entrepreneur this year. Above are photos from my themed shoot!
A typo on the topmost banner: “My love for learning and my initiative to make ideas happen are reasons I pursued being an entrepreneur.” Just to add to that, I chose those two reasons because to be an entrepreneur, you have to be a little of a lot—a jack of all trades—so to speak. Apart from that, execution is key. It might be easy to come up with an idea, but if you lose the passion and will to make it happen, then don’t be surprised if you end up disappointed.
If you have business ideas, questions, or anything you want to share, feel free to hit me up at email@example.com. I’ll share you more stories soon.
I like to think. It keeps me sane. I can’t go a day without discussing with myself the things I want to be, and explaining to myself how things come to be. Because I think a lot, I worry a lot. Because I worry a lot, I lose faith. Because I lose faith, I lose sight of the many great things I can do had I let go of the control I so wish to keep.
Nonetheless, I consider it an advantage rather than a threat. Contrary to popular perception, I’ve opened up doors instead of closed myself to the world. I’ve created worlds and made up ideas I never imagined I’d be able to come up with. After the longest time being insecure and wanting to be like everyone else, I realized that I am capable of making my own choices, and that I have the power to change lives by being honest and true. Reflection allowed me to stand firm in my decisions, and through it I gained a strong sense of self.
I don’t regret being alone more often than others, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything. I’ve spent plenty of hours in solitude, and some of those hours have been the best of my life.
Despite the number of racist (technically it’s not really considered racist if you’re talking about your own race) remarks I’ve thrown against my fellow yellows (I’m at it again), I embrace my oriental springs quite fervently.
Now that I’ve come to think of it, I think Mulan and I are very much alike—in looks and personality.