Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones that you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. –Mark Twain

I’ve mentioned before that I used to be a member of my high school’s varsity volleyball team, yes? Many have asked why I quit. Partly because I was even more of a social misfit back then than I am now, and when my then bestfriend quit, quitting seemed like the only acceptable choice (as opposed to having to talk to other people/teammates). Also because of a reason I am too embarrassed to admit, except to that one person. I’ve never realized then, but not pursuing that path is something I will always slightly regret.

I really do miss playing.

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Everywhere I go there are these Blair-ish headbands in tiangge stalls, and no offense to anybody, but they irritate the hell out of me. IMO, it’s one thing to like a show, but becoming a clone? It’s another story. Fashion for me is wearing what looks good on you, and not what the Parisian designers–or in this case, TV shows–tells you to. Conformity at its finest, it is.

But then again it’s not really any of my business. XOXO (LOL)

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Photography, albeit as an amateur, is FUN. Yesterday, we watched the UST-DLSU game, and I’ve had the time of my life snapping around and taking shots. I am yet to produce a decent action photo, but the hell, right? I’m bound to get there in the end.

On that note: SHAMELESS PLUGS

We are but two struggling “artists”, so humor us please. Visit SnapBites, and his new portfolio, The Shaking of Shifts. Leave a comment if you feel like it.

“The lioness is reunited with her cub, and all is right in the world”–from Kill Bill 2

Being a parent, IMO, is a lifetime–and often thankless–job. When you’re a parent, you are your kids’ safety net FOREVER–or at least until they learn to fly on their own. The security brought by having a decent family is priceless, but not always appreciated. [Good] parents pay the bills, cook the food, clean the house. They do (or they are supposed to) the mundane, everyday things that make a house a home–that makes a relative become family. That makes the world right-side up. That makes a person feel like a bridge is over the chasm, and he will never fall into that lonely abyss.

There is nothing in the world that could make a person feel like the rug has been yanked from under his feet than having nobody to rely on. Agree?