Blueprints on Worksheets

Last night, we served our last meal as culinary students for a select number of guests. Among the courses we served was a rack of lamb.  It was my first time dressing a lamb rack so I had 2 minor and 2 major cuts on my left hand.  Anyway, I'm very much looking forward to making better plates.  So definitely, this wouldn't be the last of my involvement in the culinary world.   I'll surely miss messing up the kitchen with these guys!

Morning I woke up to the sound of subtle waves hitting the rocks of Pangil. I detach from reality i.e. school work, convincing myself I'm in a school-day-excused vacation sortie. I really wanted to try swimming on the beach only to realize that these beautiful rock formations actually formed a cliff along the sea level making it unsuitable for such. Nonetheless, I felt fascinated just standing here.   Noon  The winds at Kapurpurawan were violent to a point that if I weren't as heavy, I could've been blown away.  And I was blown away by the image of the blue water turning white as it hits the cliff.  I see images of movies were the people had fun jumping from the cliff and into the sea.  But the color of the water going from dark to light suggests that the water is relatively more shallow.  Trying to dive from the cliff and into the sea, I suppose, would just turn the water red   Afternoon   First time I saw the shorelines of Pagudpud, I felt a chi

I wonder what it feels like to fall from the top floor of my school building Just for curiosity's sake, I wander into imagining the sensation of falling, Falling out of depression, of hate, of emotions mixed up, messed up I wonder what the people around would do, what they would think or feel as they see the person falling, struggling, wishing he didn't let go... then crashing I wonder what he thinks about while he's falling, what he would feel while crashing How fast everything becomes, if there would be a flashback or there would be regret, if there would be peace or there would be pain I wonder