I don’t know why it took me only after four years to find out that it snows in U.P. Driving into AS parking, I felt like a character in some anime film. Fluttering specks of white descended to the ground and passerbys picked them up to further inspect its delicateness. Sigh. UP I will miss </3
Watch your thoughts, for they will become actions. Watch your actions, for they will become habits. Watch your habits for they will forge your character. Watch your character, for it will make your destiny.
The joy of learning - when things start to click in your head the 2nd or 3rd time around and you feel as if your neural circuitry is rewiring to the new information. The stress doesn’t come from studying per se, but from being given too many things to study without ample time; and the mistake of traditional school systems is that they think what they do is make their pupils learn when instead students get trained to become experts in the use of short term memory until the next exam comes around.
There is a unifying feeling about going home with Filipinos from abroad. With bags of Duty-Free last minute bought pasalubong products and newly bought laptops and cellphones in hand, its the feeling of the fulfillment of a common purpose. It’s like going home after a hard day’s work except that the day has stretched into years and home isn’t how you left it.
A living city is one that builds on old walls, integrates infrastructure with natural landscape, and relives its historic past. A dead city is one that has buried its identity by incessantly patching soil with concrete, planting pillars in place of trees, thereby creating oceans where there was once land and making the sky lost from view.
On our tour of Granada via Segway and Electric bikes, our tour guide brought us to this “special” bar (meaning an authentic and pleasurable place frequented by locals and not really tourists) that is set into the caves alongside the hillside and terrain of that part of Granada.
Any person who wants to be a part and experience the life of a new yorker and see the true honest-to-goodness sights and sounds of new york, and not just the depicted monuments laid out for the typical tourist, has to take a walk (or more) through Central Park.
You have the newly-wed couples taking their kids to the park (or the babysitter, Filipino, Hispanic, or African American, watching over kids not their own); teenagers in their bikinis or shorts lying on their mats to bathe in the occasional sunny days of May; bikers, rollerbladers, skaters, and joggers of all ages creating that colorful swirl of centrifugal motion around you; musicians whose music entices you from far away to follow the path to where a handful of passersby have gathered to watch and you absolutely must stay and end up finishing the song, two more, or buying their album; hip hop dancers whose moves get the audience to ooh and aah to the accompaniment of their loud stereo.
Central Park becomes the weekend escape for the overworked professionals and workers who find rest and relaxation from the hurried pace of the city, and an opportunity for people who have discovered the most creative methods for street entertainment in hopes of making a living.
In the 340 hectares of lush greenery, the stories of New Yorkers from different nationalities and social status find a common chapter in each others’ lives.
Sweet Spring Romance
Don’t Burst my bubble!
The above video is a wonderful performance by the musical group Tin Pan