If someone asks me what I do for a living, I would probably say that I’m currently enjoying all rare experiences that life has to offer.
Life is short and genuine moments are too erratic. I’m already 21 years old and I want to stay young by collecting memoirs in every road. Imagine those priceless life-records that you can share to everyone whether it’s a great adventure or ill-fated adventure.
And for further proof of my merriment on how I look forward to the surprises of my existence. Below are the 30 things I would assure to complete before I turn 30.
Skydive with someone special in Superman costume.
Climb 30 summits of 30 different provinces of Philippines.
Swim with sharks. – That’s gold! I think. LOL
Sleep with complete stranger under the million stars.
Get into vlogging – Pretty hard as I hate displaying my face af!
Date with a wanderlust.
Count the pyramids of Giza.
Snowboarding – I mean in a real snow.
Attend world festivals – Holi in Hindu Region, Lantern Festival in Taiwan, Oktoberfest in Germany, Tomorrowland in Belgium, International Balloon Festival in Albuquerque and White Night Festival in St. Petersburg.
Solo Travel somewhere in Mindanao.
Get a tattoo from Apo Whang-Od of Buscalan.
Learn DJing. – Talkin ‘bout Disc Jockey wannabe
Organize an outreach program for Aetas of Mt. Pinatubo.
Camp with my closest friends from different circle.
Try car drifting – LOL, I don’t even know how to drive.
Attempt white water rafting in Kalinga.
Learn craftsmanship of Pottery.
Experience marine life up close.
Go on a road trip in one week.
Pack my bags and set off for a random travel in 2 months with no exact destinations.
Bake a cake for my friends and someone special. – This would be easy if I know how to bake.
See cherry blossoms in Japan.
Get closure from someone who causes a moment of unhappiness from the past.
Go on a cruise. Expensive tho.
Bunjee Jumping in Danao, Bohol.
Ride a Helicopter.
Experience canyoneering in Kawasan of Badian, Cebu.
Watch the sunrise and sunset in one day.
Do the walk of faith in Tianmen mountain of China.
Conquer Mt. Kinabalu.
#YOLO! Nobody knows what’s gonna happen tomorrow, so experience the beauty of world every time you get a chance. Always think that there’s more to life than just surviving, you just need to step outside.
Is it wrong to wait for something every single night? Is it wrong to run in an infinite track? I’m chasing something you can remember me by. I wanted you to touch but it seems that you can’t feel my hands anymore.
I dropped my control to this broken paradise, and there’s no gravity can save it. Your sad songs still reverberates in the storm I’m holding on. Following the harsh light you left, I’m not sure when this ride would end.
All of this might go to waste, but I can’t view the damages when by lone become far worse. You know how hard I tried. Without you, I got no hands to hold.
If only you’ll save me from drowning in your memories. With you, I’m alive.
It’s over a year of woe, feelin’ the thorns you gave to reminisce every nightfall with thee. Every sound I heard is a memory of ache, a deceitful hope of your homecoming. I had gone socializing with thy imperfect nature, Missin’ the soft voice of my favored band.
I’m lookin’ for thee, nothing but thee.
I’m frustrated to forget every smudge thee through. I even sham the sunrise, though I know storm inside won’t end till thee back the missing cut of my existence.
I’m not myself to any further extent; I just lost the comic side of me, the positivity in every circumstance, the colorful photographs, and the messy canvas. Every word from my lips is full of animosity. Being ungentle was growing as a part of my game.
I keep walking to this boulevard, deprived of troubling that you might stole again the remaining balance of my being.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Every year, the World Press Photo Foundation selects the strongest images taken by photojournalists around the world, from visceral shots of war scenes to you-can-almost-touch-the-ball images from sporting events.
Here are six winning entries from the People, Daily Life, Long Term Projects, Spot News, and General News categories. If you’re intrigued by the photographer’s work, click on their name and head to their WordPress site to explore more of their visual storytelling and technical mastery.
This chilling shot of a child at a refugee camp in Preševo, Serbia, won Slovenian photojournalist Matic Zorman first prize in the People category. His coverage of the refugee crisis in Europe follows his long-held interest in documenting abuses of human rights and humanitarian crises in Europe and the Middle East.