Maybe I should take Mass Comm. "Mas comportable sa bahay."

Somehow, I wish that I took second year and this year a little more seriously. To have a better shot at a good college whether here or abroad, but well, apparently, no use crying over spilt milk. I can always not study abroad, or study abroad post-grad. Or something of the sort. Though it slightly gives me a twinge of regret when someone goes, "Oh. I always assumed you were going abroad for college. You look the type."

And, I still don't have a course. Most I'm considering are either not allowed for people studying in the school I'm studying in, or others are things I don't know what to do with. 

I am considering Political Economy, for one. Or International Studies. Then, I can either go to law or diplomatic services, or work for some multi-national company. Or, I could take B.S. Management. Not sure if it's an approved course, but it could be applicable to many things. Then, I could go to law school or the Asian Institute of Management. I'm also considering Applied/Health Physics. Sounds interesting enough. Not sure if I can handle the Math, or if I want to do that for the rest of my life. Perhaps Bio. Then Med. Or something. Management Engineering sounds nice, since B.S. Management apparently isn't approved of. Math and Drafting, though. My, my. 

I remember that point when I was a child when I told my mother that I just wanted to take up journalism. That's why she sent me to the high school that I am in right now. To get me to be more ambitious. 

Admittedly, I am. But just for fun, I want to minor in Philosophy or Literature. Sigh. Choices, choices. And I only have a couple of months. 

I need a sign of some sort.

Sunday morning, rain is falling. Steal some covers; share some skin.

I don't celebrate Valentine's as a general rule, but apparently, when I got to school today, I realized that people in my school take it seriously. Like uber seriously. I guess I never noticed it in first and second year because Valentine's happened on a weekend. 

Admittedly, it was fun. My class got called "sweet" for remembering all the teachers. If only they knew that we deliberately made it look gay, poems, roses, balloons, cupid classmate, and all. Yay. Event planning/floral arrangement=backup occupations. Hahaha. 

Anyway, back to the topic. I don't celebrate Valentine's as a general rule because it quantifies and commercializes something that shouldn't be treated as such, and a sole day dedicated to it robs it of its purest meaning. 


So, instead of giving people Valentine's presents, I decided to scribble, "I love you everyday! :)" on my hand, and show it to some of my classmates, and my friends. 

Perhaps that's enough.

A little closer to reality.

And so, I've found a happy place.

Funnily enough, it's by a pool, pools being areas I am wary of, drowning, deep water, and all. 

And yet, in this place, I feel so calm. The pool looks serene and placid in the moonlight, the light making it so that it doesn't seem so deep, and if it were, it would be a welcoming sort of deep, something I'd like to fall into. I dip my feet into the pool, and I probably look a sight: a girl in a black and white dress, and pearl earrings, wading in the moonlight, but the water's cool, and I don't care. The area's a few floors above ground, so the city lights twinkle down below, and I can watch the cars zoom by, and the night [which is oh so young] mesmerizes the rest of the world with flashy lights and upbeat music. There is a grotto-it looks out into the view, I try to open it--and, it's locked. So, I move to an area with benches. It's dark, but the evening makes everything look so magical. There's no sound but my breathing. 


And despite the cloaked evening, I feel a little closer to reality.

The music's mellow because my mind's a mess.

Oh, I know that the music's fine,
Like sparkling wine, go and have your fun.
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart,
Don't give your heart to anyone.

So don't forget who's taking you home,
Or in whose arms you're gonna be.


Oh no, not another cheesy song stuck in my head. [Thank goodness very few know who actually is blogging behind this.] I am blaming the bloody movie I just watched awhile ago--127! Okay, not bloody, but, well, raw.

So darling, save the last dance for me.

Paris, France to Michigan; London town and through Berlin ! :)

I like travelling. I know, I know. Probably everyone does, but still, I love the idea of it. And, I probably got the love of travel from my family.

I love waking up for early morning flights, cup of coffee, fast food, and luggages in hand. I love rushing through the airport, watching the people in front of me, talking in languages other than the vernacular, or talking in the dear-old Filipino language, clad in messy traveller chic. I love seeing shops at new airports, and drinking in the infrastructure, from the glass walls to the in-airport transport. 

I love walking around lost in cities, in public transportation, or on foot. I love those quaint sidewalk shops that you discover, where you can bargain, or just look around. I love the high-end places where everything is just eye candy. I love the downtown places with street food where you can just feel the native vibe.

I love the new sights, drinking in a place that is unfamiliar to me, and falling asleep in soft hotel beds or even just crashing on couches, just to get by and wake up early again the next morning. I love the new languages, and hope that someday, I'll be able to grasp them, too. 

So yeah, that is one of my goals in life. To travel everywhere! <3 Okay, maybe, not everywhere, but yes, to travel.

List of Places I Want to Visit/Have Visited [bold for visited, italic for want to visit, both for I places I want to revisit]

Asia
Hongkong
Singapore 
Philippines [well, obviously, but must visit more beaches and tropical areas]  
Japan
Korea  

North America
United States of America-New York

Africa
South Africa 

South America
Brazil
Venezuela
Chile

Australia  
Sydney

Europe 

France

Luxembourg

Italy: Pompeii, Rome , Venice, Milan

Spain 

Monaco

Portugal

The Netherlands

Germany
Austria

Greece 

The United Kingdom  

There are more places I want to visit, but here's the outline. ;)  

Debate: We do it orally; we do it in groups; we do it in public.

In all honesty, I miss debate. I don't miss it much--but when I do, I really do. 

There's just something about it that draws me in, despite [or maybe even because of] its idiosyncrasies. Yes, many people call it useless--sort of what their view on the government is, really: all talk, no action. And if there is any action, it's never anything to benefit the "greater good." [But well, in all honesty, we can't even generalize the government that way--more on that, some other time.] And, yes, many people call it elitist. Even I've noticed that those schools that do well in the Manila debate circles usually have some sort of look, or tuition bracket or the same party venue, or some mundane thing of the sort. 

And despite it all, in all honesty, I do miss debate. 

I miss getting up at seven in the morning on a competition day, wondering whether the day was a dress-and-heels day, or a blouse-pants-and-flats day, and relishing the joy of being able to dress exquisitely because debate is just one big party, anyway.

I miss being an hour and a half late to call time, and still being earlier than half the people in the room/auditorium.

I miss waving hi to people I haven't seen in months, but still have easy, animated conversation with. I miss the jokes about seducing the adj, or being married to your partner, or yummy bananas, or basically any of the random stuff we usually spout out.

I miss being able to speak intelligently for seven minutes straight--or if not, spouting out random stuff, and still sounding semi-intelligent. 

I miss the "Oh, damn" reactions when I'm relegated to a good, intensely competitive room, and the "Oh, yess" reactions when I'm relegated to a room I can just totally screw over.

I miss walking to Starbucks or anywhere else in the middle of training, and bumping into random acquaintances.

I miss being able to bitch without getting commented on.

I do miss it, and I shall bring it back, even for just one time.

Meanwhile, I really should find something else to get by this semi-charmed half-life of mine. ;)

[bucket list--to follow~]

The Last [Cheesy] Song Syndrome

Thanks to the Physics class incident, there's this one song that's stuck in my head at the moment.  

[If you're wondering what incident I'm speaking of, well. Let's just say that being relegated to the row with a noisy seatmate saying, "I'm bothering you!" and laughing seatmates crying out, "Ultimate distraction!" jokingly at your back isn't very conducive to studying. Good heavens, it's not even conducive to listening. ]

And, two songs, actually, but they're from the same soundtrack. 

Here, let me give you snippets of the lyrics. 

Think of me, think of me often, when we say goodbye. Remember me, once in a while, just promise me you'll try. ~

No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here. Nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you. ~

I don't know why they're stuck in my head because these are songs are just so ugh--how else do I say it? Cheesy. Yes, cheesy. And, this is from a girl who doesn't like Taylor Swift. I guess I like the way they portray it--Raoul and Christine were thrown into this mess, but somehow, they remembered what it was that they needed. Note, I say, needed, and not wanted--and, that would be each other. 

Or, you know, my non-cheesy answer would be the fact that the tunes are catchy and emotional without being whiny. Let's just stick to that suggestion. Less explanations, less drama.

Either way, I am so watching Phantom of the Opera once they show it here in the Philippines. Or, I shall put it in my bucket list, and watch it on West End, or on Broadway.

If worst comes to worst, I shall watch the movie [for the millionth time]. Klieg-lights, check. Cue in dramatic music, check. Star-crossed lovers being stalked by a masked madman [in the moonlight], check.

Dose of un-reality, check.