butterflies and Marion

this is the only good photo i got from the alternative class on photography i attended. the bloody speaker ditched us, so we had half a day doing nothing.

but lo and behold, the poetry reading class was also there, so i sat in, and managed to read a poem as well! haha...


here's shobe, doing what else? reading a poem.

but i asked God for butterflies, and what did he give me?

Marion.


thank thank thank goodness Marion and Justine(Torregosa) was part of the poetry group. so my photography class wasn't a total waste. we (justine and I) actually had fun exploiting Marion as our model. i can smell a photobook on the works! these pictures are just two of the many cover and commercial worthy photos we got from him. to Marion and Justine: the day (well, half of it) was AMAZING!

siblings

a move

i have this incessant desire to assert myself one way or the other. but lately, it's been it's been spinning out of control. sure, you really can't see me sweaty and disheveled, running around campus doing god knows what for my club(s), but the fanciful running is actually going on inside my head. i seriously want to drop everything and run away to neverland, where havaianas are free and elves make personalized Artwork shirts for myself, and sip my starbucks azuki bean frappucino while i'm lying down by the beach, in perpetual sunshine where i don't get burned.

but neverland doesn't exist. does it? i'm here, in perpetual sunshine where i do get burned. azuki bean frappucinos don't exist in Zamboanga. the havis collection here SUCK. and they don't have artwork shirts here, only cheap knock-offs.

i wanna quit. i want a quiet life. or at least more peaceful than the life i have now. i have no regrets...but i think i should rethink the whole direction i'm taking right now.

i'm at the crossroads between choosing what i should do, and what i want to do.

strangely enough, wanting something never felt this liberating...

"i get by with a little help from my friends..dudududu"

one the reasons why i keep going is because i have people to help me along the way. a few days ago, (or was it a week?), i had a fight with one of my closest friends (not in the picture), and i really felt awful about it. /edit: we made up though, after a few hours./petty high school fights don't work in college. the people you've been with in high school are the people you have left. these people know you, and most of the time, understand you. i've realized just how important they are. and i've also realized how things do change, and can never come back, for the better, and for the worse.


the only thing i need right now is a willing ear for me to voice out my problems, and plates, to help me release my anger.


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children, never play with acids. ok?


sulfuric acid and tissue make a saucy combination.

shortest post evah

devoid of all things interesting to say at the moment, well, let's just say Heroes makes my Saturday worth it.


Inday jokes give me my fair share of laughter and taking photographs of myself fuels my ego.



sad...Claire just got grounded by her evil dad.