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Hey, it's been a while. I'm in college now. In the University of the Philippines, Diliman at that. This is a shell Ikebana. Supposedly ikebana is flower arrangement for the Japanese, yet my SHS arts teacher wanted us to create one with shells instead. The colors and the design of this art is supposed to represent the beach and the cloudy sky above it. I'll try to post more if I could. I see this blog as my open diary. Til then, see you again!

Shade under the tree Sometimes, you just have rest under the shade of a tree, and reminisce. It is one of the best things to do if you just want to take a short break. Think of all the good stuff. Remember all the sufferings you have gone through. Think of all the blessings and memories that you have, and be grateful for that.

  Who am I really?             I am what I am. Many may percieve who I am, or assume that I am. Though they may be right, only I have been blessed to know who I am for I own this body and I am created into this body, and this creation is me. Only I could know what it truly means to be me. I have a name, I have a family, I have a life, but only my faith defines who I am, and who I could be; kind yet just; good but not of the people. I constantly change and transform. No matter what form I will take, I will only be one and would always be one, which is myself: the person who God planned me to be. What am I really scared of?             I dread that I may repeat the same mistakes again. I fear that because of my lack of thought and a surplus of forgetfulness and pride, I could lose somebody I love, and disapoint them, especially towards God whom I love the mos...

            During that night, I was anxious. I felt fear and worry. I was alone, walking on the footbridge, with the sound of distant fast-accelerating cars along the high way. But did I have any reason to be?

I walked over the footbridge (as the good citizen that I am).  It was filthy; it was wet. But seeing the vicinity from a place a bit higher than the rest, I say  "It's not that bad at all."

I saw them with my eyes, The clouds of different skies Ethereal journey that never ends In the wind they would swerve and bend From water to vapor From vapor to water They venture forth together Around the world forever