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Baguio is a beautiful place, University Of The Cordilleras is a great University but i miss my hometown,my friends,and of course my family. I realize that even though I have new friends, in this journey you're alone that we are now independently living. I also realize that I can't be depending and leaning to my mom and dad because back then I've always been with them of all my life, and I agree when I heard someone saying that the day we left our parents house that was the last day we're at home; This is the reality, the Adulting phase. We're not kids anymore "MALAYO PA PERO MALAYO KA NA"

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Let us live like a flowers wild and beautiful and somehow after everything we still bloomed in the way we was meant to. Like flowers they need time to bloomed so do you.

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I wonder if the sunset know how beautiful it is

I wonder if it knows the number of romantic moments and feelings it brings to people

I wonder if it likes the song written about it

I wonder what it would say, if it could talk

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In the classroom's silent hum,

Where whispers of doubt softly come,

Pressure mounts with each tick-tock,

A ticking time bomb, the clock.

Eyes on me, the weight I feel,

Each question sharp, each answer real,

To perform, to excel, to rise,

Under the scrutinous eyes.

Yet in this heat, we find our way,

Through challenge's grasp, we forge our stay,

And with each test, we break and mend,

Till pressure's force becomes our friend.

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The sun has to set to rise again

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This work is nightmarish and loathing to look at because it consists of a face split by being pulled or pierced with scepticism