Change on your pocket

In just about a week or two, school year 2012-2013 will start. I remember when I was in grade school, about three weeks before school starts, I always look forward to buy my new school supplies. I buy new notebooks, new pencils, new eraser, new bag, almost everything new. I liked it new. I was a very stubborn kid.

Now, as I am to enter my last year (hopefully) of college, all I buy are fillers. There's no fun in it really. I go to the bookstore and head straight to the fillers section. Unlike before, I pick out the cutest notebook covers which takes forever to decide which is cute-r.

So this afternoon, I went to the bookstore. I headed straight to the book sale area (where I scored a php30 Shakespeare book) then got my fillers. As I finished paying for it and was about to leave the bookstore, I noticed this small stand with packed notebooks and a drop-box. I went near it and found out that the bookstore has some sort of program where they sell two notebooks and a pencil, all for php25 pesos!!!!

I was thrilled! For only php25 I can actually help someone.

As I was waiting in line to pay for it, I thought, why didn't I see it before? Why didn't I notice it when it was strategically stationed near the entrance?

I guess I was busy thinking of the things I'd like to buy, or maybe I was busy texting or talking to my mom. I don't know. But I'm really glad that I did notice it.

I know that notebook and pencil alone won't really send a kid to school. But a notebook and a pencil can actually help him learn. Would it be a pain to give just a little of your time and money? Would it hurt you so bad to share that php25 change on your pocket to a kid who doesn't have the luxury to call that "php25" a small amount?

I know everybody wants to help too, but sometimes we need a little push. Sometimes we see someone or an opportunity to help but would not go on with it because we think of the other things we'd like to buy instead for ourselves. I get that, really. I have tons of things that I want. But sometimes, you should do yourself a favor. Let yourself feel that pure satisfaction and happiness when you buy something.

So dear friend, whoever you are reading this, I urge you to notice that small stand the next time you go to National Bookstore. I urge you to spend that change for someone else's happiness, 'cause I'm sure it'll also be yours too. :)

Self-help book

Self-help to obesity (but pure happiness hahahaha)

I'm hoping for at least 80% accuracy!!!!

From now on, I'd bring this whenever my friends and I would go out. (especially when I'm with them to avoid ending up with the same restaurant hahahaha)

Baby Steps

FF: Rocking the 'tita' in me

FF was taken last May 19, 2012. My sister (Carra) and I goofed around while waiting for our other sister (Ella) to give birth. Hahaha. I taught her the basics of muay thai that I recently learned, then we decided to just take pictures. Haha.

May 20, 2012, Spencer Bailey Panghulan-Arias was born. I'll soon post pictures of her on a separate post. Tune in for it!

Alo: I love you and I know you love me too. And when you're ready to admit that you come and find me, because I'll be fucking waiting. However long it takes.

#skins #MiniAlo

Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Hope

I can almost see nothing, except for the traces of your face in the dark. The grass was a little damp from the afternoon drizzle, but we didn't cared and lay there. Slowly, as the night grew deeper we were left there alone. The children playing grew tired, neighbors ran out of greetings, and maybe those cars finally got where they wanted to be.

We stayed there. You told me stories of the sun, stars and gods. You fascinate me, your stories and your beauty that glows even in the dark.

But all days end, and so did ours.

Now here I am, waiting. I light a cigarette to pass the time. I watch the same children run in endless circles. I watch as this baggy teenage slightly curve his lips to the girl across his street. I hear the cars honk and try to beat that red light.

Another day. Another day I hoped that would be ours. Yet, another day that I wait for you.