Self-made Heaven

The movie entitled "What Dreams May Come" introduced me to the idea of a self-made heaven.

If I were to envision my personal heaven, the setting would be in a white sand beach with half of the sun's face hiding beneath the horizon. The waves would be rushing towards the shore in slow, hypnotizing rhythms and the wind would be whistling soft tunes coming from some far away land. My heaven would have no concept of time - past, present, and future would would be woven as if they were one, allowing me visitors from different generations. A door would be placed somewhere granting me the opportunity to entertain visitors as well as allow myself isolation from the rest of heaven, if ever I might need it. It should also have something from home, like my wall of pictures, that I might revel in the memoirs of my time on earth.

Should a personal heaven really exist, I hope mine would be as close to what I envision as possible.

Love Triangle

So near yet so far.......

Mao ng drama ni madame Ligalig dari....you know seryoso na if ma-ulaw ko og sturya bisan classmate ra..daghan keo karibal si madame pero cge lang...ma'am you have my vote!!!!!! GO GO GO!!!!!!!!!!!

Sana dalawa ang puso ko ---> theme song ni lig2x para kang Carmelo

don't mind the title...irrelevant nah....hehehe =p

Sunset

Sunsets have always been my thing. I’m not picky as to where I experience the last rays of the sun, but I have to say that Boracay has got to have one of the best sunsets I’ve ever seen. The interplay of colors, matched by the wind on one’s face was enough to drive anyone to reminiscing, but since I am not the type I just contented myself by taking snapshots of it as much as I could.

Boracay was an unexpected refuge for me. When I was first introduced to the idea of spending my vacation there, I wasn’t too keen on it. I thought the place was overrated and as much as I could, I’d rather deviate from mass consumption = p. Good thing we visited the place during not-so-busy days, thus we were able to enjoy it to the maximum.

I used to not like hyped up areas, but seeing that they earn their charm for a reason…maybe I can learn not to be too partial with them.

Strange Salvation

One story I read sometime ago mentioned about how, sometimes, salvation comes in the weirdest and least expected forms. The lead character’s deliverance came in the form of bright neon spikes; mine came in the form of a single message from someone I hardly saw.

After a night of releasing pent-up emotions and waking up to the seemingly hateful glare of the sun, the prospect of continuing the things I had committed to seemed rather bothersome. Seeing as I had no choice but to comply, I carried on with my usual daily routine and as I was about to leave the house, I grabbed my cellular phone and checked for messages. The first message I got to read became the driving force that got me through the rest of the day, through the days leading up to judgment night, and ultimately to judgment night itself. The message read something like this: “…courage is found when one continues to fight a losing battle…” it might have been simple, but it hit me square in the face.

I remembered that giving up was rarely an option for me before; I’ve always known what I was capable of; and I’ve often tried my damned hardest to live up to what is expected of me. So, what is the point of giving up, when one is a sliver closer to one’s desire? I asked myself that very question and when I found it difficult to answer, I knew I was meant to continue, and for all the right reasons.

That message became the rescue I was looking for; the assurance that everything’s not over, until it’s over. It is indeed funny how one often finds salvation in the strangest nooks and crannies, isn’t it?

History Makers!!!!!!!!!!!

When we were told to cancel the production for our theater class, I was almost ready to give it all up, but then we were given a second chance and for a while it seemed reassuring. The assurance, though, was short-lived...a few days after negotiations were made, lapses still weren't corrected and not everyone was eager to continue. The flicker of hope dwindled with the passing of days, and eventually came to a point where the thought of a murderous written exam became more relieving than a second stab at a one-night performance. I was more than ready to raise the white flag in surrender, but what kept me going were those few who still believed we could pull it off. I remember thinking these people were perhaps disillusioned but I never said anything, afraid to be the one to dampen another's optimism -- God knows,we've had enough of that from our instructor.

Come judgement night, I and the rest of the team geared up for battle, each with different things on our minds...some were anxious, some were exhausted, some were excited, and most were praying for consideration,and a few were ready to throw in the towel...I just wanted it over and done with. The verdict was given and with it came shouts and tears of joy, I didn't get to hear the announcement myself but the shower of hugs was more than a tell-tale sign: we had made history!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We were the first batch to have our play cancelled on the basis of unsatisfactory work ethics but we were also the first to emerge from a second chance with more than flying colors. The original condition was that we'd be given one night to perform in the Little Theatre if ever we convinced our instructor that we could do it, which was rather unlikely as he liked to point out over and over and over again. What resulted was a permission to perform the usual 3 NIGHTS...2 nights more than what we had bargained for!!!!!!!!!!! One could just imagine the high that everyone got after that announcement.

So there you have it...we might've been the first batch in history to have our play cancelled but we are also the first batch to defy all the odds stacked up against us. We got pretty scarred but we're still standing; proving to everyone who thinks we're no good that we are quite the opposite ......perhaps that's just batch pride talking, but could you really blame me????? I have a tremendous amount of pride and most of it I owe to my batchmates and the people who never fail to teach and amaze me, constantly reminding me that a losing battle is still worth fighting for!!! =p DEVCOM BAYEEEEEEETTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =p