September 15, 2014 || Fighting Spirit.

It’s a Monday and we have no classes because of the incoming typhoon. This is God’s way of saying that I need to do my Philo paper and finish it now so that I won’t have to cram it tomorrow. I hope to make use of the time given to me!!

Meanwhile, I put this band on my head to give me some sort of motivation. I bought this in Japan and this is what the Japanese people tie around their foreheads during study sessions. This one says fighting spirit. Lol. I bought two more that has ‘victory’ and ‘success’ in it. So much for these pieces of ‘motivational’ cloths. HAHAHAHA.

よーす!サム、作文をやりにはじめてくださいね!xx

So this is really happening. :)

So this is really happening. :)

i don’t understand this but i laughed

i don’t understand this but i laughed

"But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in."
— Junot Díaz
"Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren’t always comfortable, but they’re never weakness."
— Brené Brown

All this time, I’ve been trying to see the inherent goodness of the people I meet and talk to everyday.

And where has this led me to?

Lies. Deceptions. Betrayals.

But no matter how much of those I have received, why do I still remain so gullible? Is it because I steadfastly hope that people really do have inherent goodness contained in their hearts, or maybe because I just don’t want to admit that my belief is merely a lie, an imagination I’ve built upon myself in order to conceal the fact that the world is a harsh reality?

Maybe, just maybe, it’s about time I see their inherent evil.

September 5, 2014 || The view from my secret spot inside the campus.

Such tranquility.

September 5, 2014 || The view from my secret spot inside the campus.

Such tranquility.

I am a sheltered child.

I was never taught how to ride jeepneys and buses nor did I have the urge to learn it on my own. This usually garners surprised gasps from acquaintances and peers, and no matter how much they convince me to ride a jeepney with them, I could not because that was how my parents raised me.

My midnight adventures are cut short by constant phone calls from my mom, asking me to go home before 12pm. This sometimes leads to my ‘rebel’ attitude of not asking permission every time I go out, but then again I would eventually be found out because my sisters or aunt would tell my trips to my parents.

Sometimes, I wish I could be like the friends I hang out with during my midnight escapades, because they don’t have to worry about asking permission from their moms and dads when they are still out in the wee hours of night. I wish my time was not restricted; then I might have satisfied my wanderlust, my desire to drive the lonely roads of Manila by myself without worrying about anything else. I wish I could go to a place and back without having anyone worry about me, for I know I could somehow take care of myself.

I am a sheltered child.

I am a sheltered child.

I am a sheltered child.

And it is up to me if I’ll take that positively or negatively.

August 22, 2014 || Calm before the storm.
A candid picture together with my Tokyo roommates. :)
Picture taken at Imperial Palace, Tokyo, Japan.

August 22, 2014 || Calm before the storm.

A candid picture together with my Tokyo roommates. :)

Picture taken at Imperial Palace, Tokyo, Japan.