Some previous entries from my old blog:
Well, I had no power over the will of the boss. I was relocated. It's alright, I can take it. I think I could practically take anything at the moment.
Anyway, my mom was away for the weekend; Only our Dad was at home. Early Saturday I drove my brothers to their classes (MRT for Jong)., went home and lounged around until my Dad woke up. The two of us went to the mall to do groceries. Because he is a HE, and I am a very he-oriented SHE (note: I am not a lesbian, just boyish)--our grocery basket contained junk, junk, junk...and a can of lysol. We also split to buy our respective needs. I do not really need the things I bought, but I couldn't just resist!!! As follows:
Of course, one of my favorites--Neil Gaiman
James Patterson's novel--the first one to be rendered manga stye.Sunday--we fetched our mom at Harrison Plaza near BSP Main. Frankly, all you'd see are DVDs. Good for DVD addicts like me!
Stalls at Harrison Plaza. taken with my cel's cam.
Another entry:
British Ambassador to the Philippines, Peter Beckingham with missionary students at BSP-SPC. Lucky for the boys of a certain missionary school who was taking a tour of the plant, they were able to get their shot (courtesy of me).
It is quite astonishing to know that a big branch of the government does not have an official photographer. So today I was asked to be in charge of taking pictures for the visit of the ambassador of Britain. From 9 in the morning up to 12 noon I was standing—I had no breakfast, just coffee…imagine that. I was so busy shooting—I didn’t notice that I wasn’t able to get my picture taken with him!!!!
Another entry:
Eternal Song
I seek for a place that isn’t ‘here’;
Spread the wings hidden at my back
And take flight in this sky,
--this sky that stretches into the far-off eternity.
On days when the wind won’t blow,
You just have to hurry a little.
On nights when the storms won’t stop,
You just have to run, never look back.
I wander in the moment you live in,
Chasing your back.
If, for example, the evening sun doesn’t set,
If, for example, I lost everything--
On any day,
I am searching for you.
Another entry:
There was a boy who hummed a tune
As rain poured down in early June;
Twilight dust filled the hungry air,
His heart he still refused to share;
A daily game of sticks and stones—
After all we walk alone.
-J.Sison 10/09/08
Now why would I write that? I admit that, for me, being sad is much easier than being happy. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate all of God’s blessings, and the little things people do to cheer me up; it’s just that I find it effortless to be blue—a plus too because I have nothing to lose. I have been this way since I was young. Call it sick, but I do find some sort of comfort in depressing things. There are times that I think I couldn’t take it anymore, but I am powerless to do anything but live. I am in no mental state to commit serious suicide, because in spite of it all now I know I have people to live for. I have always been attracted to black and white, never the colorful type, but I do try a little color at times—I know how to be happy too. I fully understand the way of the world, like clockwork, time is a factor. There would always be deadlines, people running to and fro to catch it. Sometimes you feel that you are at the top of the world, there are times you are somewhere in the southern hemisphere; times you’d feel like you’re chillin’ at the Arctic, or freezing at the Antarctic. But being human, you’d get burnt at times, no matter how frigid you seem to be—a vacation at the tropics.
I like rainy days too, and prefer night over day; I love the moon more than the sun. It’s just a question of preference after all.
What is beauty anyway? There's no such thing. I never 'appreciate,' any more than I 'like.' I love or hate.
The following photos are from my works uploaded on my multiply which dates back for the past two years up to the present.
From my AERIALS set:
very low exposure and ISO.
From my VIGAN TRIP...which sucks!
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