A polaroid memoir

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{Photo taken in Shangri-La, Mactan, CEB | July 26, 2015}
{Photo taken in Santa monica | May 14, 2014}

I remember how magical it felt, walking in Santa monica, watching the sun say goodbye to the world. Looking at it now makes me feel nostalgic. Nostalgia is a funny thing. 

"stay awake" 

I feel like sometimes we get carried away with change, especially when "the change" feels good. It could be bad even if it feels good.

 We need to stay awake. Remember who you are, remember what you once were. Don't get carried away completely. Stay connected to your skeleton, stay awake.




{Photo taken through my hotel room | May 3, 2014}

Serenity. I could never forget that feeling of peacefulness. Despite the cold, i felt warm and full of contentment.

SENSES: The steady hum of the heater was the only sound in the room, besides the soft snores of the people sleeping in the room. My hands and feet were cold. My mind was clear of any negativity and rotten thoughts.

I woke up at 5 am (due to the jet lag) and rose with the sun while everyone else was fast asleep.








{Photo taken in Muir woods national monument| May 5, 2014}

I remember feeling so tiny, surrounded by the giant redwood trees. It felt like being one with nature, standing there amongst the greens. The trees stretched upward for days, or so it seemed.


Fun facts: 

-The Giant and Coast Redwood trees are fire resistant.   

-The film "Rise of the planet of the Apes" was filmed here. 




{Photo taken in Venice Beach | May 14, 2014}

 Its ironic cause i was having a bad mood that afternoon. I didn't realize how windy it was and i was wearing a skirt. That ticked me off. I HATE when I'm not wearing the perfect attire for the trip/occasion. 


Before leaving the Philippines, I saved a photo from tumblr which i set as my lockscreen. As i was walking on that strip, i realized it looked familiar. I looked at my screen and looked up. I was in the same place.





{Photo taken in our car, a few miles away from LV | May 8, 2014}

 My dad was incredibly nervous to be driving by ourselves, for the first time, from LA to Vegas. I was the navigator holding the GPS, "Ana", we borrowed from our family friends. 

 The road trip was an endless view of the desert. 

 On our road trip back to LA, it was very gusty and sandy. My dad said he could feel the wind blowing hard on the car. Visibility was low. My mom was panicky. 

 After that mini sandstorm like experience, the wind stopped howling and our vision was clear again.

       
                   




Hope you enjoyed looking through my little memory box. Come back soon.

-ger


                                 






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Twenty third

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      {Photo taken on July 26, 2015 | Shangri- la, Mactan, CEB}

July 26, 2015 - Its my parents' twenty third anniversary. That's a lot of years spent together with someone. 

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Before anything else, let's take a quick trip to (a vague narration of) the past. My parents got married on July 26, 1992. That's the same year the Czechoslovak parliament approved the separation into two nations: Czeck republic and Slovakia. No, I did not conjure that merely from my memories. I looked it up on the Internet. 

My dad is from Manila, the capital of the Philippines while my mom resided in Cebu with her eleven Chinese siblings. My grandparents (mom side) were from China but decided to move here due to rough situations in China. My dad was then moved to Cebu (due to work purposes) and their paths collided. That's all I'm gonna say. 

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Now that I've covered the basics of their history, let's dive into my thoughts. 

When it comes to my parents, im pretty indifferent. It's not cause they're bad parents, (maybe I'm the bad one. Probably) they simply get on my nerves. All the damn time. They make me want to pull my hair out and scream. Which I think is normal. But this post isn't about my immature negative feelings. This is my attempt on an appreciation post. 

To me, my parents are the most important teachers, our life teachers. They teach us what we don't learn in school. Parents will tell you things that other people don't. They are the wisest people who also happen to be the most similar. We inherit their traits, the way we act, our mannerism, weaknesses and strengths. 

Parents naturally pass on information that they've learned though out the course of their lives.  That's why history is important because we get to learn from it and correct the wrong. We can be an enhanced version of our parents. 

They say we are a combination of influence, from friends, family, interest, etc. I find that very accurate. Though, of course, we have our own thoughts and opinions, they change without us realizing it.  We often gear towards our influences and what we are exposed to. 

Despite my claim of being indifferent towards my parents, I highly respect them and everything they've been through. They've climbed mountains, crossed oceans and fought wolves to help us get to where we are. Without their guidance, I would be nowhere near where I am now. For that, I am beyond thankful. 

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This post does not give justice to what my parents have gone through for us. Hopefully I can learn to express my feelings more deeply in the future but with that being said, Happy Anniversary to my parents! 

P.S My first attempt on writing this post got deleted. Never using the blogger app (mobile) again. Also, I hope this post made sense. My mind is always a mess. 

-G.Q. 

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2am: a poem

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{Photo taken in the Bencab museum in Baguio city | December 2014 }


There was once a girl who had the whole world in her eyes

She sometimes spoke up, but she'd always tell lies

Ideas and possibilities float through her thoughts

But never had courage, though she was taught 

Confidence visited every once in a while 

 Like always, it faded and was kept in a file 

Her heart was as fragile and as thin as glass 

Though she kept a façade of fanciness and class

She protected it and hid it under her sleeve 

Til the days pass by and the birds tuned to leave 

Never was it touched nor did it bleed

But soon it froze in the emptiness of the deed

The heart was protected, she had gotten what she wanted 

Though it pierced though her ribs and her mind was haunted 


G.Q.

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