This is fact and fictiion
Pat Nabong is an african-loving, anti-battery charging, half-everything and half-nothing. photoblog: http://www.pupillary.tumblr.com
Notperfect. No one ever is, but isn’t it sad when we discover those who we thought might be just aren’t? Yes. Yes, it’s sad and true and completely drenched in life.
And when we touch we’re not really touching. if our atoms did not repel one another we’d pass through each other like galaxies, unscathed.
Fake tilt shift
HK, 2009
Somedays you wake up and your insides feel like the outsides.
Okay, may pasok bukas.
SPCP, back to real life.
Remember when we were kids and we’d do sleepovers, go up to the unlighted roofdeck with bond paper and crayons in our little hands? Those were the times when the stars were not shy, or the sky was not selfish. Remember, when we didn’t know they twinkled or came in different colors of the spectrum, we’d name the stars after ourselves. I recall claiming the one beside the brightest star, identical to the one on its left. Then we’d take out our paper and draw how we imagined our star’s world to look like, and we’d create its kings and queens, name them and give them pretty eyes and hair. And right there, with our imaginations and infinity above us, we were creating our own kind of magic.
Seniors \:D/
Maybe it didn’t turn out the way tradition went. Overall, we didn’t win best or second best.
But there are greater legacies to be made.
![The Universe dances on my ceiling while I sleep
[Bought a toy constellation projector \:D/]](http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktgstasq7z1qzs1mxo1_500.jpg)
The Universe dances on my ceiling while I sleep
[Bought a toy constellation projector \:D/]
