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Welcome to my Saturday night. I’m with Harper, Guyton, and...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 10:03:54 -0400

Welcome to my Saturday night. I’m with Harper, Guyton, and Wheater. Sup.

Teaser and Profile Photoshoot with the OHAP core group. Looking...

Wed, 29 May 2013 08:30:50 -0400

Teaser and Profile Photoshoot with the OHAP core group. Looking forward to our next steps. :)

After my graduation last year (April of 2012), I decided to...

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:25:00 -0400

After my graduation last year (April of 2012), I decided to allot a gap year to recharge myself before I set sail into medicine school. It was my masterplan; sort of my ‘calm’ before the storm.

Uprightly, it was one long, fruitful and worthwhile bakasyon grande (grand vacation) for me. I rested lots on most days, partied lots on most of my troubled nights, drained my soul only to revive it back, made new friends, widened my network, lost old ones, got rid of deadweights, adapted a healthier habit, birthed OHAP (Organization of Health Artists of the Philippines), worked on my spiritual faculty, have loved and have graciously been loved back by people dearest to me, and finally have learned to live simpler and more gently.

It was one malleable year for me; I used to be sharp and rough on some edges, but all those experiences refined and molded me into better shape (I still need a lot of welding and sculpting on my personality though, and I am currently working on it, haha).

Quite a long ride, I daresay, but one which was fairly an uphill battle.

I am much much more certain to finally plunge into the world of medicine now. Time to fulfill a lifelong dream. To greater heights!

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and...

Thu, 23 May 2013 09:35:00 -0400

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

The Powder Room girls love Vans! :)

Mon, 20 May 2013 05:58:32 -0400

The Powder Room girls love Vans! :)

Logo sketches for the Organization of Health Artists of the...

Fri, 17 May 2013 05:25:19 -0400

Logo sketches for the Organization of Health Artists of the Philippines. Almost, almost there! :)

I'm happy you're better now. Being okay is a fight but we'll always manage if we really wanted to. :)

Wed, 15 May 2013 02:49:39 -0400

Hi Carissa (or shall I call you Issa?), thank you so much! I shall quote this and embed it in my heart: ”Being okay is a fight but we’ll always manage if we really wanted to.”

Hoping all is well for you. :)

hi! what are your favorite books? favorite films? :)

Wed, 15 May 2013 02:47:00 -0400

Hello. So on the very top of my head:

Books:
1. The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky
2. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Films:
1. Pirate Radio
2. The Royal Tenenbaums
3. The Great Gatsby

My best friend, Sam, drew a portrait of me as a late birthday...

Sun, 12 May 2013 11:17:40 -0400

My best friend, Sam, drew a portrait of me as a late birthday gift. I really love it! I look like a Disney princess here. Thank you, Sam!

Centimosa speaks. Centimosa dreams.

Thu, 09 May 2013 05:36:00 -0400

I’ve had this dream since I was 19 years old but I never really had the insanest of courage to make it come true.

Four years since then, after dealing with my formative years, I finally have mustered all guts and all of my morale to actualize this vision. With the help, of course, of my dream team—Jem Lorilla, Mita Santiago, and Sam Herbo—we have finally mounted the Organization of Health Artists of the Philippines or OHAP. Basically, OHAP is a gathering of artists who are adept and passionate in the field of health sciences; we fondly call these talents and creatives as “Health Artists”—the shapers and heroes of the conceptual age. OHAP aims to generate events such as fund-raising gigs, seminars, and workshops to showcase the talents of these health artists, and to impart knowledge about health to a broader audience. The collected funds from each event will then be donated to a selected health institution in the country. Through OHAP, we seek for the pursuit of health promotion and education, for the endorsement of the talents of the Filipino health artists, as well as for extending our help to those who need us the most.

We’re still on the works, though. But I just had the heart to spread the news to everyone as a calling out to those who are willing to participate. The launch of the OHAP website and social media will take place by the end of May. I’m looking forward to having this dream in full bloom, and I’d like to share this with everyone.

So this is it. Fellow movers and health artists of the world—let’s all work together!

Tell me how to survive a heartbreak. Or do we ever really?

Thu, 02 May 2013 13:32:00 -0400

The question, do we ever really— yes we do. But how? We take our maps out, orient to a new route, and build a new landmark.

Me at the highlands. Hi hello hello how low? Been a little...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 06:16:00 -0400

Me at the highlands. Hi hello hello how low?

Been a little preoccupied lately. There’s this huge project we’ve been pursuing, a fundraising gig, some business here and there, med school (finally!), a whole life plan to carry out, and an active metabolism that needs to be burnt and fed.

I’m happy I am able to fill in a few breathers.

I want to take more trips, though. And I want to keep coming back home.

How are you?

Sstay strong

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 03:07:54 -0400

Thank you. To you as well. :)

Workplace.

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 11:33:29 -0400

Workplace.

It’s hard to look back. But even harder to look back while...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 08:36:03 -0400

It’s hard to look back.

But even harder to look back while moving forward.

I am doing fine now. I think. How are you?

Manifesto

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 11:01:00 -0400

I am going to write again. I am going to fill this space with every word I can ever, ever write about.

I will write even if nobody’s reading.

I will write about the fetal things and the colossal ones. I will write about the weather, about my socks, about my father’s bravado, about that boy who started the fire, about the other boy whom I wanted to save from the fire, and about how they have both set me alight.

I will write because this is my memento. More so, my manifesto.

I will change for the better now. I will make things happen. I will try to the best of my ability to help the people who need me the most.

I will always merit and seek divine help.

I will always hunger for knowledge. And will nourish myself by learning more each day.

I will always be passionate. I will always want and want and want. And love and love and love and love. Entirely and faultlessly. I will take no shame in loving and getting hurt all the same.

Lastly and most essentially,

I will always rock the boat, and will never ever let the boat rock me.

I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 12:42:47 -0400

julocope: wearing them pressed blue jeans May I be excused?...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 10:29:00 -0400

julocope:

wearing them pressed blue jeans

May I be excused? I’m posting a selfie tonight; it’s my birthday tomorrow.

Also, I’m getting this framed soon. I wish to be remembered like this for the longest time.

I realized that in this household, when a message needs to get...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 09:59:37 -0400

I realized that in this household, when a message needs to get across another member, we do it through letters.

22 is a wakeful age, i daresay. all i want to do is to see the...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 08:43:00 -0400

22 is a wakeful age, i daresay. all i want to do is to see the world but at times the world can get so wicked at all meridians, and that pretty much scares the hell out of me. this is why i struggle. this is why i can’t trust anyone. this is why i get hurt. but this is also why i love and why i am a hundredfold hopeful than when i was 15. this is why i strive for patience. for selflessness. for balance. for wisdom. for strength, effervescence and most of all, resilience. i get so selfish sometimes that i want to change the world. Chaos is a beautiful word. Catharsis. Scintillate. Reverberation— these are some of my favorite words, too. i realized though, they all mean the same thing: explosion; the purging of emotions; to be relieved of. i keep these words inside my safe pockets. they are my weapons, my incendiary bombs. my devices to start a fire; to wage a war inside me. to destroy, so finally i can have my own clean slate. it took me years to comprehend that to be selfless, first you have to change yourself; not the world, not anyone, but yourself. that’s the plan now. i remember a friend telling me, “your surname speaks a lot about yourself— Cope.” to struggle, to deal with tribulations successfully and adequately. i guess sometimes we just need to be reminded. hey, i was born resilient.