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This is a documentation of the selected Barotac Viejo National High School Students for the YES Camp Docu-kalikasan Contest last May 1-5, 2011 which is held in the Teacher’s Camp in Baguio City.
Director: Jed Ofilan
Reporter: Razel Montanez
Videographer: Ryan Chris Ariego
Adviser: Mrs. Bella Verjes
A friend recently asked me why I thought life was beautiful. I believe it’s beautiful because we are artists of reality, whether in our life, city life or global life. It’s starts with individual choice of mind.
Through our thoughts, feelings and actions we sculpt, create and design the artwork that …affects the world. When we are surrounded by ugliness, hard people, bad values and shit politics..we must remember that it’s our very positive presence that affects all the energies around us.
So when the magic becomes too quiet, and the bullshit becomes too loud, listen very carefully - stop trying, stop moving and be quiet. Because nothing matters as much as the pulse, the beat, the energy we project, the choice that is inside..and that’s why it can be so beautiful.
BE LOVE
the rest follows..
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Social Changes Happen Not Because of Nations But Because of Individuals
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SINGGIT has shared energy and time. AND LOVE.
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
