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Whenever I sit in the library, I always notice the sunset. I love staring at this picture I took of the Magallanes village because it brings peace to me, it makes me reminisce. I remember all the things that happened over the years of studying in that college, how I met different people, which I now call my friends. I remember our usual ‘tambay sessions’ at the parking lot, how we enjoy the heat of the sun during lunch breaks and the cold and cozy weather during December. And as I reminisce, I realized that those are the things I am going to miss in the next two terms of internship. Ahhh, APC. It has been 3 years since I stepped in your premises. Time flies real fast.

Gun Shot

Everyone knows well enough that firing a gun in the air could kill someone, because it doesn’t get anywhere, it only stays near the area where you have fired it. It would eventually hit someone. Events like this usually happen in New Year’s Eve. 

This has always been an issue ever since, and I don’t get why people keep on doing it when they know very well that it has killed a lot of people in the past. I am blogging about this because I really really love children, and the little girl named Nicole died because of it. It just hurts me, I feel the pain her parents feel. I have always been in love with kids, I am fond of playing with them. I tend to smile at them, give them a candy or help them with something even when I don’t know them. And hearing news like these just breaks my heart into a million pieces. It saddened me to have heard that she had passed away this afternoon.

I hope everyone learned from these, I hope that next year, nothing like this would happen again. I hope and pray that they find the person who fired the gun as soon as possible. I know whoever he is knows what he has done and I don’t friggin know how their conscience stands keeping quiet. Please, have a heart. </3

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Life is not about where you go, but who you travel with. The journey wouldn’t be worth it without the people who will make the whole run happy. You will never make it there without the people who helped you get there. So take a deep breath, appreciate life and the things around you, and most importantly, appreciate and love the people who never left you along the way. 

The pen is mightier than the sword.

So we were watching this film from our “Rizal life” class earlier, I have never been a fan of such documentations. It usually bores me, but of course, I have no choice but to listen. As I was watching, this phrase was mentioned by one of the interviewee. It caught me then and there, not that I haven’t heard the said phrase before.

Words are more powerful than any other weapons out there. It affects people more, it never goes away and will never be forgotten. I mean, the person who wrote it will obviously die because no one lives forever, but his writings and his words lives on. Inspirational or even painful words will never ever be forgotten by the person who has read or received it.

Remoteness

I can stand talking to those people that I know says something behind my back, those people who has never been really my “friend”.

But when it comes to those people whom I least expect to do such, I can’t stand talking to them unless badly needed. I can’t even look at them for a long time, because it hurts. It hurts to know that the ones whom you’ve trusted so much, the ones whom you thought will never do it to you, actually did. I have the urge to stay away, to back off — to distance myself from them. I have been remote in some ways.

Life has always been like this. As soon as happiness gets to you, you should ready yourself for something that will sadden you. Life has a tendency of fucking things up when you’re at your most happy state.

This is a very awful post for a Sunday evening. I’m sorry.

Is change really inevitable?

When the so-called ‘marginalized poor’ get mad when their homes are being deconstructed. Yes, I know and understand that they are losing the only shelter they have, but the fact that the land where they have built their homes are owned by someone else, who in fact could have built a restaurant or something where he can make money over.

It bothers me how they throw rocks or whatever hard stuff they see on the ground or ‘molotov bomb’ at the policemen and then the policemen would usually throw teargas over them and the people claims that the policemen has hurt them physically. When in fact the police were only defending themselves.

Okay, so it’s not that I’m on the policemen’s side, but sometimes they have a point. It could have been done without hurting anyone if only they cooperate. They have always been warned that their homes will be deconstructed in a while, but they still didn’t do anything before the deconstructing begins, instead when the said day comes, they prepare things that they would throw over the policemen. It has always been like that, the same scenario repeats itself over and over every year. And it just so bothers me each and every time, because a lot of people are being hurt. 

Ahhh, If only I could make each of them understand.