Monday, June 29, 2015

Between Your Anxieties And My Pen by Trista Mateer

I don’t know how we get anything done.

You drum your fingers on my throat and think of rain on the roof of the house you grew in (not up, but sideways): the place where your last love left you alone; the place where you learned how to cope with silence and water your own plants.

And then you tell me about it–

and honey, I love to hear you talk but I want to get in an argument with your mouth that neither of us can win, tongues twisted up like roots. I want to kiss you and feel like I am growing (and then I want to write about it).

I want to get my hair caught in the thick of you. I want you to understand that I will not always be sprouting next to you, so maybe we should take advantage of this little plot of land while we have it.

So you kiss me.

You kiss me and tell me that I taste like sand. You tell me that you have dreams of the ocean dragging me away. You tell me that you wake up afraid of rip tides and ocean currents; and then you kiss me again.

And I keep thinking about waves breaking on a shore somewhere until I break away to catch some breath so I can say, “Lover, that was a pretty good line; do you mind?”
And baby maybe it’s my fault. Maybe when I put down this pen, I’ll stop looking for ways to write you in and you’ll stop worrying that every word you say is filed away somewhere in writing.

Until then, maybe we’ll just have to try harder to stay in the moment. Kiss me until we stop thinking about growing and ocean currents.

Kiss me until nobody cares about the metaphors anymore.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

May Photo Dump

Photo dump again! Uploading these on Facebook seems a bit pompous and I don't know where else to put this to here goes! 
Quezon Bridge: Marching to Mendiola! 


Location check for film prod
Krizz's art shot
Legit cinema auteur! :)

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Ruined Things

Why would anyone want to love a ruined thing?
And then I get it.
We are all ruined. 
And maybe, if we are loved, we can be fixed again.
Good as new.
Maybe even better.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Pangasinan 2015 - Day 3

Last day of our trip! Sad, but all things always come to an end. I set my alarm so I can take photos of the sunrise and it was amazing! I prefer sunrise over sunset because sunsets are endings. I value solitude so it was really revitalizing. 

After breakfast, my friends and I went to the breakwater. I loved gazing at the breakwater, it was one of those wonders of nature you couldn’t encompass. I wish I can stay longer! 

If you are looking for a place to stay in Bolinao, I strongly suggest you stay here, you will get your money's worth. Puerto Del Sol was one of the best resorts I've been in. What can you say?





30 feet drop after

I'm here, where are you?


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Pangasinan 2015 - Day 2

Day 2! Our agenda in the morning was to visit Patar Rock Formation, Patar Beach and Wonderful Cave. Patar Rock Formation is even better than the photos!















Then, we went back to the resort for lunch. You wouldn’t get bored because of the facilities, since they have an infinity pool, playground, lounge chairs and jacuzzi. The jacuzzi was one of the best amenities of the resort, I suggest they extend the operating hours of that. I haven’t been on a perennially low tide beach, so it was a novel experience.














Saturday, April 18, 2015

Pangasinan 2015 - Day 1

I remember reading, "We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.”


And so, I do. Travel is one of the best things in life, and even if travel is an inherently bourgeois activity, it's still worth engaging in. It's the biggest contradiction in my ongoing proletarian reformation, honestly. So, last month, I went on another field trip for my resort management class, in Pangasinan!


(I will attempt to be as informative as possible for this post.)

We left Diliman at 1am and arrived at Alaminos, Pangasinan at about 6am. I slept the whole trip and woke up 5 minutes before we arrived, so I think my attempt at providing useful details for the trip failed right here. Since there were 27 of us, we got a boat that will take us to any island we want to in half a day. We payed PhP 200 each. It was more than worth it! The Hundred Islands was my favorite part of the trip. I was surprised that such beauty can exist like that 4 to 5 hours outside Manila. The water was like Palawan. It was breathtaking. I know not all islands can be visited, some are rock outcroppings, I just wished we visited all the islands that we can dock in. 












We stayed at Puerto del Sol, which is one of the best resorts I've been in. More on that on my next posts! 









Even better at night!

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid

"Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. 
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. 
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three. 
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then."

—Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid, Auriel H.