for whatever we lose

Pieces from the weekend. Realizing that any of my attempts to be deep after a series of photographs sounds extremely patronizing and kind of funny. Just deleted a paragraph of nonsense. Listening to an unhealthy haul of Akon and Jay Sean. Especially Akon. (What is up with the world????)  Reading Douglas Adams, for the first time #CASH. Watching Grave of the Fireflies. Anticipating September.  Hoping that priorities are not dislodged. Glad to know I hope for that.  

P.S How many times have anybody's beach photos been captioned by that poem??? Not surpirsed though. I miss the beach. I'd like to befriend a stranded star. 

Pieces

This summer, my family and I travelled to Italy. I left Manila feeling like I didn't want to leave at all, but I came back wondering why it took me so long to experience that kind of a trip. I felt different when I got back. The good kind of different, I'd hope. This sudden urge to become an accomplished teenager grew in me, and I suddenly have this goal to just make something out of myself and to just do something important and substantial already. I want my future self to justify these experiences, you know? I travel and I realize I can't be idle. I step out of my comfort zone and I realize that there is still so much for me to learn. There's a whole world out there and it's asking me to come visit. Can't wait.