A short piece on my silent thoughts about writing in a journal and how private things need to be kept private. A diary is like a confessional... the burial ground, the seed bed, the debating arena of all your deepest, darkest fears. No matter how large or small it is, it probably holds the biggest [...]
Kids sitting on the rocking chairs, having fun, is good enough reason to be gleeful. I passed them on my photowalk at Alabang one time, and their peals of laughter were heavenly.
I have a confession to make... While I aim to suck out "the marrow of life" on the street for my photography, I am, in many ways an introverted person. I could never dream of being a Bruce Gilden or a Chris Weeks who would get close enough to photograph. At times when I get [...]
I liked the 50's vintage look of this place. 🙂 The clincher was a movie poster that had a cute little message. (Poetry then was more straightforward, not passive aggressive, i.e. "hugot".)
I think, someday, we'll be sorry for the chances we never took...and the things we never said.
May 9, 2016 Perhaps there was never any other election as highly anticipated as this most recent one. Everywhere, people went to their polling places to cast their vote for the next president and set of officials. I went with my cousin and aunt to the elementary school on the hill, where our precinct was [...]