See What I See

March 2, 2013

Sat, 02 Mar 2013 10:16:26 -0500

Buhayin ang blog!

Our vision. Faithful depiction of reality.

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 08:58:42 -0500

Our vision. Faithful depiction of reality.

May 30, 2012 - A second post

Wed, 30 May 2012 12:38:31 -0400

Dear Journal,

In times like these, I can’t help but to think of the friends I grew up with. They come from a place where, despite the rule of law that blood is indeed thicker than water, they literally made it possible to merge the two parties into one. A place where I wouldn’t be shocked if I’m woken up the following morning by the sound and sudden jerks of my bed, caused by their uncontrollable jumping. A place that’s 3283.37 miles away from where I am now.

-August 17, 2008

After twisting and turning for hours on end throughout the night, I finally fell asleep at 4:30 in the morning. After what seemed like a coupe of minutes, I was woken up to the sound of Kill All Your Friends by My Chemical Romance (Yes, I was into MCR back in the day) on full blast from my iHome. Realizing that nobody in our house had this song on their iPod, I sat up and found Austin and Zack looking back at me while they sat on my artwork. I jumped out of bed and immediately took a shower. To my surprise, right outside of our apartment complex, was my whole group of friends. They took turns telling me about the favorite memories we shared and they all personally handed me their letters. We spent the rest of the day in the playground of Vallecito Elementary School, climbing structures, talking laughing and reminiscing. At one point I was sure that we all hoped that, as impossible as it seems, time would somehow stop itself from flowing. At around 5:00 in the afternoon, my father called me and instructed me to “wrap it up.” My eyes started to moisten, and eventually it flooded itself with my tears. Once my friends saw me sobbing, they all knew what it mean and we all embraced in a last farewell hug, joining me in sobbing during the process. As we loaded the rest of my stuff into our Pajero, I broke down yet again into a sob while we all hugged. I got in and rolled down the window. I waved a final farewell to them, and that was the last time I personally saw them.

Naiiyak na talaga ako. I miss them all so much.

Wed, 30 May 2012 11:21:47 -0400

Naiiyak na talaga ako. I miss them all so much.

It’s on repeat.

Wed, 30 May 2012 11:16:58 -0400

It’s on repeat.

May 30, 2012

Wed, 30 May 2012 10:31:38 -0400

Dear Journal,

Dear Critics,

Greetings of utmost peace!

First and foremost, I would like to ask for a fraction of your precious
time in order to hear out what I have to say towards all of you.

I can be a critic if I wanted to. What gets me every single time that I’m
tempted to do so is the image of a person’s self esteem dying by my very
hands because of negative criticism that I rendered unto them. Puede
namang i-surrender ang criticism in a nice and constructive manner.

I, however, am not a fan of how unofficial critics bash and stomp on
people’s personalities with their oh so sharp words, which I have to admit,
can fatally wound a person.

We are all humans. I have my shortcomings and malamang, ikaw rin.
I can find it in the depths of my personality to forgive people of your
sort, but I beg you all, please, for the sake of buoyancy, please take it easy
on our neighbors.

Sincerely Yours,

A Person Who Cares

"I’m dressed to thrill."

Fri, 18 May 2012 09:11:07 -0400

“I’m dressed to thrill.”

- Senses Fail

May 18, 2012

Fri, 18 May 2012 08:58:55 -0400

Dear Journal,

Everything either has been or will become inverted.

A question was thrown out to me out of the blue recently about why I text/chat through correctly punctuated and spelled words.

Hello there Thor, hahaha, musta? :3

Wed, 09 May 2012 23:49:09 -0400

I’m quite fine, enjoying my obviously better hair than yours. How about you?

I miss watching the Little Rascals :( :)

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 12:38:38 -0400

I miss watching the Little Rascals :( :)

I'll stay

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:06:57 -0400

Come what may, this I promise you.

April 10, 2012

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 09:39:30 -0400

Dear Journal,

Everything at one point has either evolved into a greater form then they were before or has regressed into a lesser configuration. Both are quite contradictory but are the same in manner and execution. Nothing in life is exempted from the process of change, and it has been ironically the same for as long as anyone or anything can remember.

People have tried in countless attempts to disclaim such a postulate-like fact of life. Some have succeeded but only to realize that they would have given anything to turn back time and do what they did not have the courage to do back in the day. It doesn’t matter where you are, compared to where you can go, and it’s in this thought that men succumb into the fear of losing sight of their own shores so he may discover new oceans.

April 8, 2012

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 14:37:00 -0400

Dear Journal,

I’ve seen things in my dreams I wouldn’t dare do in real life.

I’ve seen myself do things that surpasses that of my original capabilities and limitations.

I’ve seen bonds formed with people I wouldn’t have even though of manufacturing and actually lasting.

I’ve seen my life brought close to the edge of my own doing in order to save that of someone else’s without no apparent reason.

In my dreams I turn into a different person, a person who I aspire to be someday in the distant future. A person who instills the positive spirit of things into the people who need it most. I can’t dwell on these ambitions however, dreams can only become reality through determination and hardwork.

I’ll achieve it someday. My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.

For you, we will march.

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 14:25:41 -0400

I stood about five meters away from Señor Sepulcro himself in the easily recognizable courtyard of Binangonan Catholic College. Who would think that a scrawny adolescent like myself in his worn out blue jeans and white t-shirt was about to push and shove in a crowd of men with reasonable amounts of diversity in terms of age? I made my way in, taking a shove here, absorbing a push there, this was all part of the big deal.

Señor Sepulcro , for those who are caught unaware is highly relate-able to the Black Nazarene in Quiapo, instead of Jesus carrying the cross however, the carriers push and pull along an unchorded image of the dead Nazarene on his deathbed, to be rendered into his final resting place.

The air smelled of foul sweat, my arms folded themselves, unable to fully extend due to the force of other men pushing on your back. I raised my head high, in order to take in fresh oxygen, seeing that nodding your head down while pushing was obviously the way to get yourself killed in lieu of lack of oxygen. To my surprise, my body did not intake fresh air. It was the same, under and over, hot air, filled with precipitation from other men. It was indeed a great hardship, sacrificed by most just to get a chance to walk our Saviour to hiss final resting place.

Goosebumps covered the entire vicinity of my arms as Señor (as some would call it) made its way into the Sta. Ursula Parish gates, the tired men of Binangonan singing Ama Namin in the last leg of their 4 hour long journey. A perfect way to end and show the devotion and affection we have foor the undying love of Jesus Christ.

"So, I love you because the universe conspired to help me find you."

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 10:24:17 -0400

“So, I love you because the universe conspired to help me find you.”

- Santiago, The Alchemist

Those interesting Saturday nights again…

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 12:20:04 -0400

Those interesting Saturday nights again…

Through my Viewfinder #7

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 11:32:36 -0400

*click*

If you only knew how much you meant,
my haste would be pointless in my endeavor
an attempt to show you how you truly bent
my soul you’ve done, quite awesomely clever

If you only knew how much you meant,
I wouldn’t have anything worth waiting for,
Anything worth my time with you, I’ve spent
the signs are so obvious, it’s you that I adore

"I’ll never sleep, I’ll never leave, Im gonna chase this dream tonight"

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 23:20:37 -0400

“I’ll never sleep, I’ll never leave, Im gonna chase this dream tonight”

- December Avenue

Through my Viewfinder #6

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 13:16:01 -0400

*click*

If God was impatient like most of us living our lives, he would have probably slapped me in the back of the head for being so stubborn, praying for you, your safety and our bond to grow stronger each and everyday.

Walking in the rain has a brighter shade when you’re the one I’m walking with. it’s as if everything has a happy side whenever you’re around.

March 24,2012

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 10:01:54 -0400

Dear Journal,

There’s just a handful of things that you can do in a situation that’s not even yours, considering the circumstances that you could be intervening in something greater than yourself.
Despite the given contingency people often engage in a confrontation as an ambassador, usually for a person they love.

I absolutely detest the fact that someone somewhere can actually talk to a loved one, MY loved one in a way that makes it seem as if she’s an emotion-less subsistence that can take anything. She deserves more from you, and you took her for granted.