Greigh. Still the same enigmatic, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter since the day you met her.
Lover of adventure, pure escapism, unadulterated entertainment, the ridiculous and the bizarre. In a lighter note, I am a tiger disguised as a human. Feline blood!
Forever is a long time
But I wouldn’t mind
By your side
You make me laugh, you make me smile
Deep inside, it seemed like you were all mine
Until one day, you saw one part of me show as it may
To your dismay, you kissed me away
With just one snap, there came the gap
All the memories faded with the summer breeze
You held me too tightly, but let go too easily
I wouldn’t mind it, at all
A Junior-Senior Promenade is probably one of the biggest highlights of anyone’s high school life. Ours was held at Casa Manila, Intramuros. Everything was just elegantly vintage. I was part of the committee that arranged this event but I still got surprised the way what we planned went as pieces in a puzzle. Let me take you to how that day went through photos (of lots of me) and captions!
This post was actually meant for February.. but, better late than never aye?
Mirror selfies (of course).
What I really do when a camera’s in front of me. Haha!
My gown from the back. My mom used to caption this: parang umiihi lang. Haha!
L - R: Joanne, Verity, Krista, me :—-), and Sophia!
A day’s not a day without a little bit of mischief. *wink*
The incredible person behind my incredible hair and make-up! Hasthtag makeup by Veronica.
Ate M! The bestfriend that’s always there, no matter what.
And of course, my mom ♥
Bia, Juan Mig, Louriz (panget mo), Ada, Lex, & Steffi.
(and then there’s me) Photo by Verity.
w/ Papa Joseph, haha!
w/ Bianca and Ada banana
Me & Jayson. Left photo is prom 2013, while the one on the right is 2014. Heheee
I honestly had a better time at prom when I was still a junior. I remained in one seat most of the night this year. The party songs outnumbered the slow ones (which instantly drained some of the folks in the dancefloor). My guy friends focused too much on making their *moves* towards the lower batch which made me quite a loner too. Meh. But generally, I consider this one sweet night.
Just when you thought all the photos are here, I’ll still be posting more under the cut. Have a good evening everybody! Hit Read More if you wanna check it out ;)
I had a teacher once. She reprimanded me for visiting my favorite photographer’s site because for her, the muses look too seductive. She doesn’t support gay rights because the idea of two men making love disgusts her. And she never apologized for her negligence because letting her students suffer is her way of saying sorry.
She had no idea how much I pity her.
I, will swallow my pride. You’re the one that I love, and I’m saying goodbye.
March 17, 2014
It was a usual Monday morning, the kind of morning I’d curse while I keep repeating “Why do I have to wake up this early?!” in my head. I was in my don’t-talk-to-me-I-didn’t-get-enough-sleep state the whole flag raising ceremony. Just when I was eager to go up our room and take a short nap, the principal announced that all seniors must proceed to the AVR instead. Imagine my frustration. Being the obedient little one that I am, I went there as instructed and found at that we are just to clean the entire room. I did a little moving of chairs, throwing of papers and sweeping of floors but after all that I rushed up the room to take that nap I’m dying to do. Bedaña helped carrying some of my bags because I always, ALWAYS bring lots everyday. As I entered the classroom door, there it was, sitting on the table of my chair, a clear container showing off 4 different colors of macarons tied in a pink ribbon with an attached handwritten letter. I squeaked so loud and since no one was near to me I hugged the concrete wall to my left. It was so sweet that my nervous system didn’t seem to contain all the feels. Then I realized, I didn’t need that nap anymore!
Since I wont be able to share any of these baby macarons to you, let me just describe how they taste through my words. I first bit the green one, initially thinking that it was pistachio (people have no idea how much I love pistachio), but it turned out to be mint. I don’t like mint so… one bite’s enough, good thing my sister ate the rest! Okay moving on, I tasted the red one next, and damn it tastes so good! The cream inside was such a winner. 5 stars! I want to finish it right away but if I did, it won’t be included in the photo above. Tiis tiis muna. Pink comes afterwards, it tasted a bit plainer that the red one but still, it was good. What do you expect? It’s a macaron after all. Last one’s brown. The buns (lol, i don’t know what they’re really called) looked and tasted like mocha but the cream inside was chocolate. Mm-hmm. That being said, I ate everything in a jiffy! (Excluding the mint, of course.)
It’s not everyday you get little but wonderful surprises like this, that’s why my heart still melts whenever I look back to this sweet Monday morning. To my “Partner-in-Crime”, you have been my biggest inspiration. Thank you for this, I shall remember this day until my last breath. (Babaw ko haha!)
Last time I wrote I wanted to be sketched in gray
Today up to the next few days I choose to live life in color
Random self haha!
Some days I want to be low in contrast, soft, faded and against the wall like the tarantula; to bathe under the moonbreath and lay on the burnt grass. Some days I want to be sharp, edgy, opinionated and against the world like a piece of stainless steel; to roll your crap into a cigarette and inhale them into my veins. Some days I want to be as vast as the galaxy, colored, mysterious and dreamt of like twisted definitions of perfection; to die an unknown death and be buried twenty feet under lace.
The point is that some things are documented black and white, but I want to be sketched in gray.