I am a self-confessed photo freak that I take pictures of practically everything that's going on with my life. And this is not something I developed overnight. As far back as I can remember, I have always loved collecting pictures, with or without me in it.
For me, pictures are my tangible memory, experiences on glossy paper or in pixels. One or two friends actually once asked me about this "obsession". I told them that when I grow really old and alone, I would like to have something to constantly remind me of the life I led, that should be enough to cheer me up.
Now that I am starting to clean up my room, I couldn't help but be nostalgic while sorting piles of pictures I kept over the years. Sentimental is the farthest adjective to describe me, but old pictures of family and friends really touch the heart.
A big portion of this collection are my pictures from high school. I realized that although we grew up in what used to be a sleepy town of Marikina, my friends and I have always been larger than life. High school was the only world we knew, and we made everyday a Mardi Gras!
Looking at the pictures elicited not only a smile but occasional laughter. For one, I could not believe the fashion sense (not the costumes above but the day-to-day wear), it was like taste abandoned us those days.
We were so naive that we thought school was the only thing going for us. Even up to fourth year in high school, we were playing like kids in literally the biggest playground there was, the Boys Town Complex. Our life was simple, our dreams were simpler.
Cliche as it is, life really is a box of chocolates. Several years passed since our innocent days and I could not believe sometimes how complex life has been to some of us. Everyone changed, some for the better, others for the worse. The only thing that remained are the forged friendships unscathed by distance and time.
It's fun to think that we enjoyed our childhood a whole lot because we did not try to GROW UP fast...
It's more fun to think that now, we try not to GROW OLD, period.
And I am so glad to have them around to reminisce the good ol' days with...
and create new adventures together!
For me, pictures are my tangible memory, experiences on glossy paper or in pixels. One or two friends actually once asked me about this "obsession". I told them that when I grow really old and alone, I would like to have something to constantly remind me of the life I led, that should be enough to cheer me up.
Now that I am starting to clean up my room, I couldn't help but be nostalgic while sorting piles of pictures I kept over the years. Sentimental is the farthest adjective to describe me, but old pictures of family and friends really touch the heart.
A big portion of this collection are my pictures from high school. I realized that although we grew up in what used to be a sleepy town of Marikina, my friends and I have always been larger than life. High school was the only world we knew, and we made everyday a Mardi Gras!
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| Book Week Parade featuring Greek Mythology. This changed the landscape of this annual event. We changed the year level official entry Noli Me Tangere because it wasn't grand enough. We hand-made all the costumes from scrap. This started our winning streak. |
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| We were a defiant batch that the following year, we scrapped El Filibusterismo and went with Eqyptian Mythology as Book Week entry. It was an instant hit! |
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| Linggo ng Wika and Christmas Cantata for the grand slam win! |
Looking at the pictures elicited not only a smile but occasional laughter. For one, I could not believe the fashion sense (not the costumes above but the day-to-day wear), it was like taste abandoned us those days.
We were so naive that we thought school was the only thing going for us. Even up to fourth year in high school, we were playing like kids in literally the biggest playground there was, the Boys Town Complex. Our life was simple, our dreams were simpler.
Cliche as it is, life really is a box of chocolates. Several years passed since our innocent days and I could not believe sometimes how complex life has been to some of us. Everyone changed, some for the better, others for the worse. The only thing that remained are the forged friendships unscathed by distance and time.
It's fun to think that we enjoyed our childhood a whole lot because we did not try to GROW UP fast...
It's more fun to think that now, we try not to GROW OLD, period.
and create new adventures together!
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