I love my father. He’s hillarious.
He sent me an e-mail, asking me how all people manage to go to college in the Philippines since he really believes that there are only 3 schools in the whole country. UP, Ateneo and DLSU. He argued the reason why the Philippines is somehow of an economic mess is because three universities aren’t enough. (You don’t say?)
I tried to argue with him that there are other schools like UST and CSB, but he tells me he never heard of them. :/ Wow, dad.
What he said about UST was funny though. It got me cracking. “UST? 母は、それが学校ではないと述べた。それは病院。” (UST? Your mother said that isn’t a a school. That’s a hospital!”) Dad, U for University.
I guess it comes to show how uninformed people are in regards to our nation’s education. Especially foreigners.
Speaking of Foreigners. The French boys in school are for upperclassmen only, Freshmen. You are allowed to admire from afar though.
Men commit themselves when but half-meaning to do so, sacrificing possible future fullness of ecstasy to the craving for immediate excitement. Greed—mortgaging the future—forcing the hand of Time, or of Fate.
Skyscraper - Demi Lovato
(Source: juicystar21)
On The Menu: Ateneo BlueRep announces their 21st season line-up!
I… need… to… do… Stages of Love… asdfjkl.
Here are a few of the pictures from my creepy Skype photos collection (including the very first time we ever Skype-d which was around New Year’s? AND THE ONE WITH THE CUTE DOGGY), which I really enjoy taking whenever you’re abroad.
Hm, I seem to be missing the ones from Hong Kong. :/
Anyway! Welcome home, Chinky! :D I missed your weirdness in my life.
Happy Mother’s Day! To the strangest but most lovable mother I could ever have. :)
"Watch him immortalize his poetry on a lavatory wall."
On our film shooting, we were looking through Jake’s book with most of it’s words blacked out and this quote was one of my favorite ones. Link!
Definitely excited for Friday Night!
This picture belongs to Nicole Ty, and yes those hands belong to her.
Eternal Sun
There’s something so beautiful about driving alone in the city at night. Where there are no cars on the road, and there is barely any light. Most of the time, I’d just want to sit on the hood of my car and watch the sky above. If I could only freeze time and stay in that moment, and ignite my idea of all my lost dreams and hopes of what could’ve been and what should be.
Funny thing is, when I look up at the sky and think of these dreams and hopes. I would be talking about dead stars yet again, but if I had to relate everything in my life to dying stars. There is beauty in all things that is temporary. Then I realized maybe, I need to look for that eternal sun in this temporary world. So that I can stop talking about dead stars and let myself shower in its rays.
Whatever and whoever my eternal sun may be.
