Through Lenses and Rolls of Film

Work playlist. A mix of Youtube treasures and my iTune’s mood swings.

• Paradise by the Dashboard Light - Glee version (original by Meatloaf)
• The Look -  Metronomy
• Fighters - Kris Allen
• Always and Forever - Parachute
• Eyes Closed - The Narratives
• Hesitate - Steve Moakler
• White Dress - Ben Rector
• Works for Me - The Twelves
• Happy - Secrets in Stereo
• Some Nights - fun.
• Comes and Goes - Greg Laswell
• Who Am I To Say - Hope
• Cry - Jason Walker
• Only You - Matthew Perryman Jones
• Missing You - Letters & Lights
• The Truth About Liars - The Real You
• Love Me - We Shot the Moon
• Concrete Wall - Zee Avi
• Slow - Grouplove
• This Time Tomorrow - Trent Dabbs
• Man on Fire - Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes
• Between Us - Peter Bradley Adams
• Perfect for Me - Ron Pope
• You’re Mine - Maybe Next Summer

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So ever since I started this second yet personal blog of mine, I told myself never to post anything emotionally-related. I’m never comfortable when that happens. You can never truly filter out who wants to know your business or who seriously gives a flying fuck. So instead, I post random stuff, relatable quotes, music I’m into and… Well you get the point. I don’t know why but some people are just… blah.

I may or may not have wasted your sweet time when you’ve read this. Hahaha…

Back to work!

GFAF

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So this is the first week day I’m not at work. Feels a lot different. I should be at work right now, banging that stupid, self-double-clicking mouse and what not. But that’s not going to happen now - well, not until I graduate. Maybe. Not sure. But you get the point. My internship ended last Friday and it was bittersweet to say the least. It was a challenging experience - cliche but true. I learned a lot - yet another cliche but true line. But I didn’t expect to be quite attached to my office mates. It was the stereotypical school-like workplace. There’s the really loud dude who gets everyone’s attention, the strict, rule-following person, the quiet dude whom I never once spoke to, the guy who is always MIA, the girl who asks lots of questions, the girl who always helps people, the silent nerd, the greenminded-yet-badass programmer, the dude who doesn’t eat pork, the ever happy seatmate, the (un)fortunate guy who gets all the poking, and of course, the big boss. 

Together, they made the experience fun and I felt so welcomed and so accepted. It was 260+ hours of craziness, deadline-catching, and indecisive moments, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

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So yep. I’m going to miss those people and fuck this, I never blog a lot this openly but Idgaf right about… now.

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Back to the paper.

GFAF

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Haha, so I didn’t blog about March. Who cares, right? Even I, don’t. I’ve got so much stuff I want to say or type or blog about but I just won’t. It doesn’t matter that much and I’m too busy with everything that I’m trying to prioritize on.

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So let’s do this, self.

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So I know my posts are always, okay like 95% of the time, blogged in English. It’s not that I hate my first language (Filipino) but I’ve been self-trained with English. I think. I don’t know how but maybe it happened unconsciously. I’m not being a fucking social-climber-wannabe-cool or anything but I can’t really explain myself well in Filipino when it comes to written materials. I tend to misspell a lot of things and confuse simple words or actually don’t even know what some Filipino words mean - well unless context clues are in my face. I think reading does that to you. I am pretty sure my first ‘thick’ book was an Animorph book I read back in second grade when I finally got my library card. Since then, I’ve been like a maniac. I get all these really awesome books at the library. No matter how thick they are or even if I don’t finish it, I still borrow and borrow and borrow. Now my room, if you’ve been there, you might’ve seen my books. That’s not all of them. There’s a stock room behind our house with a cabinet filled with all the kiddie books I used to read back in grade school. But I don’t read textbooks (who does that? lol) Oh and a very strict English campaign implemented at your school until high school helps as well. And a shitload of essays, and papers, and oral things I had to do for the sake of my grades. So yep. I’m right here, feeling a little bit shitty about being sucky at my own language. I’m not saying I’m really good with English. I’m just saying that I could express myself better in English than in Filipino.

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This has been another one of those posts you wouldn’t give a damn about.

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I shall blog about the busiest week I’ve ever had in college. When I get the energy to do so. Weekend, perhaps?

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