“I think I need a vacation. Like, alone on an island or on a grassy knoll, or on a deserted town with only my iPod and camera in tow. I want to just take pictures of beautiful people and places and random things. Then I’d sleep on my sleeping bag in the middle of nowhere with my eyes glued to the sky. Then I’d wake up at dawn and I’ll start taking pictures again. Food wouldn’t be a problem because I’d bring a lot of chocolates and chips in my bag. I’d also probably bring ripe mangoes and bagoong with me. Oh serenity. Then I’d meet some people who’d invite me to their homes, have me eat dinner, and then they’d devour me whole. What great way to end my fantasy.”—My aching head.
Just say what you mean and mean what you say. Don't expect someone to read your mind, and don't play games with heads or hearts. Don't tell half truths and expect trust when the full truth comes out. Half truths are no better than lies. Don't be cold to someone you care about, indifference hurts more than angry words.
While at the mall, a friend and I spotted an elderly man sitting alone on a bench. We bought a card, and wrote a happy message inside, gave it to him, and walked away. About an hour later, he found us again, and said our card had lifted his spirits immensely, as his wife had just died a few weeks ago. He then handed us both a pretty pink rose. GMH.
I’m finally back in Baguio. I got here with my sister yesterday morning and was surprisingly weak all throughout the day.
I miss home. Although we only have 4 school days left before our almost 1 week vacation, I still wish I hadn’t gone back so soon. We barely got to spend time with the father because of a few surprises but at least we were able to hang out once when we were there.
Anyway, I might go to Manila with Mikee this Saturday. I can’t wait. I want to go out again. I want to feel like a tourist. I want to take pictures—Lots of pictures. I want to spend my time out and just get lost in the beauty of the city.